Murda 1 Case

Lyrics

[Intro: Judah] [patois chatta that can't be made out for 10 seconds] Watch it! WAR-NING! Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo! [more chatta talk] [Verse 1: KK] I had to figure out a way to touch 'em Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass So I can bump N.W.A., and my tape – fuck it! Gots to work to add to my little paper (C'mon) Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers Circulate the dollar, pull a broad, I ain't the type to drape her She rollin', she real – if not, I got to shake her Or turn her mind to the next page (C'mon) Face fears, fuck drama, let's get paid (paid) Business first, then we'll crack a spot so we can play In the cut somewhere with some drink, out the way Now KK is the name, no actin', just mackin' Without runnin' some game, together we can stack it Y'all niggas fuckin with the original raspy Haters talk shit and they split Not knowin that they rolled right past me [Chatta Hook: Judah] [Verse 2: DJ Quik] I ain't nervous – I'm lookin for Plot' for a debt that's overdue (Profile) Hangin' out the window of the rental, we dumpin' over you We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (Yea) Being a rider is more than sound effects With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that's next! {*gagging*} With a twist, snap, you fall We duct-taping your wrists, ankles, laps, and all We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface', all that mafia stuff But a few volumes of 'Faces of Death' get ya competence up Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles Writin' checks that they insides couldn't cash! (Ewww) Like raw steak, them vital organs, they soft Pharoahe Monch and K, like chrome, they popped off (Blaow!) Chunky to wicked, and me? Yeah, Quik did it The murder, the mayhem – like 40, we Sick Wid It! [Chatta Hook: Judah] [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch] What the fuck do we have here? Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear Forget the tiger – I admire the eye of the bull Spit it for the critics and the undesirables (Uh!) Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city I Bang like -ladesh, plus 'Bang' like 'Chitty Chitty' Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay So advanced when I rhyme that you need time delay These 'Three' enough 'Company', like Jack Tripper To get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack The Ripper Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher Will rupture your whole team and abduct ya church pastor You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind With disastrous raps, hard to find or follow The motto – DJ Quik shit hit mo' frequently than Quick Pick lotto [Chatta Hook: Judah]