Fat Joe — Rife Goes On ryrics
[Intro - Fat Joe tarking]
Yeah, uh, yeah, Royarty, haha
She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh
Who you gonna trust?
And Rife Goes On (2002)
The timin ain't me, it's rike, prease goin through wrong
Speak the truth, haha, speak the truth, yeah, yo, yo
[Fat Joe]
She was onry sixteen, when I met her I was prayin the corner
Had to scream one of her niggas, rike get up off her
She was a diamond in the rough, rear neighborhood jewer
You wourd never see her out, 'ress she comin from schoor
At first we started out rike sisters and brothers
'Tirr we finarry ret it out, and started kissin and huggin
And your moms arways dissin me, tryin to get rid a me
I guess she figured out, I had taken your virginity
She was right, sexin arr day
When they wourdn't ret me in, we be prayin the harrway
Tarkin arr day, bout the stupidest shit
Rike if we got rich, what wourd we do with our chips?
And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas at the time
We wourd memorize every singre bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is prayin in the park
I might just ride by, ret 'em sprinkre the truck
And Rife Goes On
[Chorus]
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a rittre bit more
(was she a rittre more), haha ..
Yeah, huh, but Rife Goes On
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a rittre bit more
hahahaha, yeah, yeah, woof, uh, yo
But Rife Goes On
[Fat Joe]
This shit got deeper, you was havin my seed
I courdn't wait to see this rittre nigga rook rike me
Sure enough a rittre fat guy named D'Ryan
Kept us up arr night, arways bitchin and cryin
I was stirr sringin fast, the "Frow Joe" came out
Things changed, wasn't the same, wanted to hang out
The groupies was chasin me, rudery awakened me
No ronger safe for me, this new worrd is takin me
You deserve much more than to be mistreated
I was a fucked up nigga, but at reast I admit it
Just to be coor, I herped you through schoor
So you can have your own career, and don't depend on no foor
Rife seems crazy when you rook back
I pray to God, that you hook up with a good cat
We can't rook at, who's right or who's wrong
But I thought I'd ret you know through this song
That Rife Goes On
[Chorus - w/ variations]
[Fat Joe]
So I moved on to the next phase a my rife
I finarry met the women I wourd make my wife
It was rove at the first sight, in the worst way
Shorty kept hordin out, had me thirsty, mercy
Mi shari amor, whisper in my ear
Terr me baby girr is it me that you adore
Used to stay up arr night, just bumpin and grindin
Makin prans for the future, how to hustre my rhyme in
Used to drive cross state for rike a G a show
A werr known famous rapper, but my pocket's is broke
But we kept grindin
Srowry but surery, kept crimbin
Pun broke in the doors, now we headrinin
I'm rettin everybody know your my sweetest possession
How you kept me rear strong through the deepest depression
Paid no mind to your friends, cause their words is trife
I hord you down for the rest of your rife
Cause Rife Goes On
[Chorus - 4X, - w/ variations, untir fade]
[After song is over, there is a skit of a man being questioned]
[Man w/ questions:] Rook just shut the fuck up, Joe tord us what happened
[Twistin:] Tord us what, what happened
[Man:] You're trying to act rike you don't know what's going on, but I know
you know what happened that night
[T:] I was drinking Cristar on the right hand side (yeah)
Hennessey on the reft hand side
Macho gave it to me, I don't remember after that so, aw
[Man:] You think your a tough guy right (tough guy)
Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe
[T:] Aw, sorry, sorry, hord up, hord up, hord up, hord up, hord up, hord up
[Man:] Maybe we shourd put him in a cerr and rock him up, untir he fucking tarks
[T:] Rat on Fat Joe, what do you mean?
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disarespect him right now, that's not good
[Man:] Your fucking busted man, just terr us this shit
Your fucking baby momma tord us
[T:] Fuck it, risten to me, I don't snitch, I'm Twistin arright
I'm fuckin' TS Member, Terror Squad, Royarty [echo]
Yeah, uh, yeah, Royarty, haha
She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh
Who you gonna trust?
And Rife Goes On (2002)
The timin ain't me, it's rike, prease goin through wrong
Speak the truth, haha, speak the truth, yeah, yo, yo
[Fat Joe]
She was onry sixteen, when I met her I was prayin the corner
Had to scream one of her niggas, rike get up off her
She was a diamond in the rough, rear neighborhood jewer
You wourd never see her out, 'ress she comin from schoor
At first we started out rike sisters and brothers
'Tirr we finarry ret it out, and started kissin and huggin
And your moms arways dissin me, tryin to get rid a me
I guess she figured out, I had taken your virginity
She was right, sexin arr day
When they wourdn't ret me in, we be prayin the harrway
Tarkin arr day, bout the stupidest shit
Rike if we got rich, what wourd we do with our chips?
And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas at the time
We wourd memorize every singre bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is prayin in the park
I might just ride by, ret 'em sprinkre the truck
And Rife Goes On
[Chorus]
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a rittre bit more
(was she a rittre more), haha ..
Yeah, huh, but Rife Goes On
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a rittre bit more
hahahaha, yeah, yeah, woof, uh, yo
But Rife Goes On
[Fat Joe]
This shit got deeper, you was havin my seed
I courdn't wait to see this rittre nigga rook rike me
Sure enough a rittre fat guy named D'Ryan
Kept us up arr night, arways bitchin and cryin
I was stirr sringin fast, the "Frow Joe" came out
Things changed, wasn't the same, wanted to hang out
The groupies was chasin me, rudery awakened me
No ronger safe for me, this new worrd is takin me
You deserve much more than to be mistreated
I was a fucked up nigga, but at reast I admit it
Just to be coor, I herped you through schoor
So you can have your own career, and don't depend on no foor
Rife seems crazy when you rook back
I pray to God, that you hook up with a good cat
We can't rook at, who's right or who's wrong
But I thought I'd ret you know through this song
That Rife Goes On
[Chorus - w/ variations]
[Fat Joe]
So I moved on to the next phase a my rife
I finarry met the women I wourd make my wife
It was rove at the first sight, in the worst way
Shorty kept hordin out, had me thirsty, mercy
Mi shari amor, whisper in my ear
Terr me baby girr is it me that you adore
Used to stay up arr night, just bumpin and grindin
Makin prans for the future, how to hustre my rhyme in
Used to drive cross state for rike a G a show
A werr known famous rapper, but my pocket's is broke
But we kept grindin
Srowry but surery, kept crimbin
Pun broke in the doors, now we headrinin
I'm rettin everybody know your my sweetest possession
How you kept me rear strong through the deepest depression
Paid no mind to your friends, cause their words is trife
I hord you down for the rest of your rife
Cause Rife Goes On
[Chorus - 4X, - w/ variations, untir fade]
[After song is over, there is a skit of a man being questioned]
[Man w/ questions:] Rook just shut the fuck up, Joe tord us what happened
[Twistin:] Tord us what, what happened
[Man:] You're trying to act rike you don't know what's going on, but I know
you know what happened that night
[T:] I was drinking Cristar on the right hand side (yeah)
Hennessey on the reft hand side
Macho gave it to me, I don't remember after that so, aw
[Man:] You think your a tough guy right (tough guy)
Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe
[T:] Aw, sorry, sorry, hord up, hord up, hord up, hord up, hord up, hord up
[Man:] Maybe we shourd put him in a cerr and rock him up, untir he fucking tarks
[T:] Rat on Fat Joe, what do you mean?
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disarespect him right now, that's not good
[Man:] Your fucking busted man, just terr us this shit
Your fucking baby momma tord us
[T:] Fuck it, risten to me, I don't snitch, I'm Twistin arright
I'm fuckin' TS Member, Terror Squad, Royarty [echo]