That told me what to do, so I did my own thing Sometimes shit got thick, but I made it through Now I'm stackin chips everytime the phone ring I'm in a world of liars and carnivores Caught between fires, dope dealin suppliers But I must maintain, think on a level much higher This shit ain't worth a 25 to lifer People always askin me how I made it in this trade Papparazzi got my biz front page Well, all I gotta say is it's a good livin' Beside cars and women this shit gets the bills paid (People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeah How many niggas can say they got they own Got they shit together, got a a nice stash to do whatever Ah, you're sittin at home, hatin on the next man That's makin cheddar, tryin to get his shit together I dreamed of hittin licks when I first got in the mix Way back when DJ's was heavy in the crates for breaks And ain't a damn thing changed But me movin out the firin range to a plushed out estate Small technicalities y'all heard for years Niggas with the problems always out to battle me But I gets my swerve on, don't give a fuck It's just a nigga talkin shit about his bullshit salary(People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeahSince talk is extra it's cut short like Webster's Show me the money or invest this I'm street smart, fuck a lecture Messin with mine'll get you put on a stretcher Lock your jaw like a pitbull apply the pressure Straight bout it, buildin ideas with self-made millionaires To get the dancefloors crowded Hah, how's that black, limousine pull up on the scene Ladies clean, deja-vu's of a wet dream I got enough cream to cater women For any chick that can fade me more than Henny Plus the remedy to make that hard shit At the end of each quarter I'm reapin the largeset harvest If I ain't in L.A. sippin Alize Plottin how to make a meal ticket in a day All I gotta say it's a good livin Besides cars and women this shit gets the bills paid(People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeahThe root of all evil And I got a gang of that shit Whaaaat!(Money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round)
A child was born in the east on day Moved to the west coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots far away But no matter the job or crime He never lost his hard core obsession to rhyme New York's hip hop movement broke loose Dj's cut records,raps had the juice Since busting rhymes was his natural thing He was crowned the west coast MC king But after his inauguration there was a rush Of wack rappers with one intention to crush This master rapper and take his throne A simple job,he had no crew,he stood all alone Assassins came in groups MC could survive But he showed no mercy,he rapped blood thirsty Battlin' from friday on to thursday Never losin' a 'bout,never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.
VERSE 1 (Ice Cube) Straight outta Compton, Crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube, From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes. When I'm called off, I got a sawed off. Squeeze the trigger, And bodies are hauled off. You too, boy, if you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off your ass. That's how I'm going out, For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out Niggaz start to mumble, They want to rumble Mix them and cook them in a pot like Gumbo. Going off on a motherfucker like that, With a gat that's pointed at your ass. So give it up smooth. Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move. Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancing, With a crime record like Charles Manson. AK-47 is the tool. Don't make me act a motherfucking fool. Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe, I'm knocking niggaz out the box daily. Yo weekly, monthly, and yearly, Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T. Boy, you can't fuck with me. So when I'm in your neighborhood, You better duck, 'cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck. As I leave, believe I'm stomping But when I come back, boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton.
VERSE 2 (M.C. Ren) [Yo Ren! Wussup? Tell 'em where ya from!] Straight outta Compton, Another crazy ass nigga. More punks I smoke, Yo my rep gets bigger. I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this, But the pussy ass niggaz won't show this. But I don't give a fuck, I'mma make my snaps, If not from the records, from jacking, or craps. [?? #1] It's like burglary, the definition is jacking, Or when illegally armed, it's called packing. Shoot a motherfucker in a minute, I find a good piece of pussy, and go up in it. So if you're at a show in the front row, I'mma call you a bitch or a dirty ass 'ho. You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to, But that shows me what you're composed to [?? #2] A crazy motherfucker from the street. Attitude legit, 'cause I'm tearing up shit. MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb motherfucker that starts static. Not the right hand, 'cause I'm the hand itself, Every time, I pull a AK off the shelf. Security is maximum and that's a law. R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw. See, 'cause I'm the motherfucking villain. The definition is clear, You're the witness of a killing That's taking place without a clue. And once you're on the scope, Your ass is through. Look, you might take it as a trip, But a nigga like Ren is on a gangster tip. Straight outta Compton.
VERSE 3 (Eazy-E) [Eazy is his name and the boy's coming...] Straight outta Compton, Is a brother that'll smother your mother And make your sister think I love her. Dangerous motherfucker raising hell, And if I ever get caught I make bail. See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem. I see a motherfucking cop, I don't dodge him, But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while, And when I see the punk pass, I smile. To me it's kind of funny, The attitude is showing; Nigga driving, But don't know where the fuck he going. Just rolling, Looking for the one they call Eazy, But here's the flash: They never seize me. Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark, Except when I unload. You see, it's fun to jump over a hesitation [?? #3] And hear the scream of the one who caught the last penetration [?? #4] Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting, But leave a memory, no one will be forgetting. So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker. This is an autobiography of the E And if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother. Word to the motherfucker. Straight outta Compton. jhareed dont fuck around end up and kill a wite bitch im the crazies motherfucker u ever going to see
Damn, that shit was dope!
---NOTES---
[?? #1] "jacking the cracks" a lyric that appears in some transcriptions, seems nonsensical, as does "jacking the crops." The lyric "Jacking, or craps [game]" seems improved because it's consistent with the idea that 'Ruthless Villain' MC Ren would make money from his records, or from stealing and gambling. Having more industry than agriculture, it is unlikely that Ren is robbing farmers of their crops in Compton. :P [?? #2] The current lyric "what you're composed to" doesn't make much sense. And, this transcriber hears the word "slut" instead of "what", although that doesn't clarify the rest of the sentence. [?? #3] Possibly "it's fun to jump over a hesitation" or "a spark will jump over a hesitation" or "a spark can jump over a hesitation." This transcriber recalls a printed interview with NWA where they clarified this line with "spark," but the transcriber's ancient memory is not sufficient for good data, and the meaning of this line is still not clear. [?? #4] This transcriber is positing that the lyric goes: "and hear the scream of the one who caught the leg penetration," ie., bullet wound. This transcriber can imagine an S phoneme just before "penetration," but the transcriber suspects that it might be a phantom phoneme from the 808 hi-hat. Also the meaning of "last penetration" is not understood.
