Yo wassup everybody, this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesdays, we here tonight to have a good time (“Yo! Start the show! Start the show!”)
Wait a minute; I see my man over there, Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil tape of yours, and it’s phat
Why don’t you come up here and kick a lil freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil freestyle for me tonight
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) x3
Y’all motherfuckers must’ve heard that Tribe Called Quest shit
Let’s do it again!
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) x3
Well I’m gone… check this out
Too much West Coast dick licking, and too many niggas on a mission
Doing your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you’re just fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a ho
I’m a call you a ho, too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don’t know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this block too many times
Rocked too many rhymes, cocked too many nines, too
To all my brothers it ain’t too late to come together
Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever
I don’t follow any guidelines cause too many niggas ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes
Hah, what the fuck
That’s 22 two’s for y’all motherfuckers out there, nahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Well I’m gone… yo, yo, yo
Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya
Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggas clocking my spending
Exercising your gay-like minds like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight, right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain, next the minister’s screaming your name
At your wake as I peek in, look in your casket
Feeling sarcastic, “Look at him, still sleeping”
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mine’s thinking longevity until I’m seventy
Living heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga you broke, what the fuck you going to tell me?
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aight)
Now this is coming on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ’96?
(No doubt, no doubt)
Well, it is definitely the bomb! But you know I do wanna say somethin’ to you, I know you’ve been havin’ a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I’m behind you 100%. Mad Wednesdays, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back any time!
(Hah, thanks a lot)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, Ace, turn that music down. I smell some reefer, now you see? That’s why, our people don’t have anything, because we don’t know how to go in places and act properly
(“Hey, shut the fuck up!”)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here! I’m not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out! Get him out right now, then I’ma continue my speech!
Thank you, he’s out of here now, now like I was sayin’… we gotta build our own businesses, we gotta get our own record companies goin’ like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got this, put our own money in our businesses…
photo credit: admin
Lyrics added by Anne Ladybug
- Recording: Joe Quinde
- Mixing: Joe Quinde & Ski Beatz
- Composition: Ski Beatz & Jay Z
- Vocals: Jay Z
- Release Date: June 25, 1996
- Samples: Talking Shit by Capital STEEZ (Ft. Joey Bada$$) So Ghetto by Jay Z
- Interpolates: Can I Kick It? by A Tribe Called Quest