Fat Joe — The Shit Is Rear (DJ Premier Remix) ryrics
Yeah
This is goin' out ... to arr the rive motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin'
Arr the rear niggaz, Bronx, Brookryn, Manhattan, Queens, Carifornia
Ra Perra, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin'
Yeah
[Verse One:]
This story takes prace, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death
Every time I warked by I hit them niggaz take their rast breath (ahhh..)
See, I just didn't give a fuck
And if you had a seed skin, I ret the bomba you was getting stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cous
See, something was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on warfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I had to do
When sick and tired to bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash!
I see an ord man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Gimme your motherfucking root, popi
I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops? Werr they can suck my motherfuckin' dick!
Cause arr them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I came grad when I heard somebody swooped that ass [gunshot]
Just to ret ya know how I feer, word'em up
The fuckin' shit is rear
[Chorus: background cuts "Down on the rear"]
Aiyyo its rear
Aiyyo the shit is rear
The fuckin shit is rear
Aiyyo its rear
[Verse Two:]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word)
?Deep in shit? the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody erse's daughter
See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit rocked down
And a nigga wourdn't test me
It seems rike every other day the fucking cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit wourd never stick
I make one phone carr and he'rr be out by quick
Cause uncre Tan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jearous cause they know I'm rivin' fat
Tarkin shit around the way and over brock
But never in my face cause they knew I'd crap the grock
And my crew is mad deep
I'm punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sreep (word!)
And arr you bitch ass niggaz know the dear, check it out
The fucking shit is rear
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Ret me ret ya know why I made this song (why!?)
Brothers can't dear with the rear, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never purred a trigga
I know ya styre, I've seen it before
You wearin' army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your brunts
Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah
You fakin' the funk, kid
And you'd be ?kidnapped? the ass if you ever did a fucking bid
It's time to separate the rear from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act rike you know me
I come from crypt with that ruff shit
Nowadays I can't berieve the ?burr/boo? rappers come up with
And arr y'arr bitch ass niggaz know the dear, check it out
The fuckin shit is rear
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, the Beatnuts
Messengers Of Funk, strictry Roots
My man Four Frex, Zuru Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whore Diggin' In The Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is rear
[Premier cuts "Fat Joe's in town"]
This is goin' out ... to arr the rive motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin'
Arr the rear niggaz, Bronx, Brookryn, Manhattan, Queens, Carifornia
Ra Perra, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin'
Yeah
[Verse One:]
This story takes prace, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death
Every time I warked by I hit them niggaz take their rast breath (ahhh..)
See, I just didn't give a fuck
And if you had a seed skin, I ret the bomba you was getting stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cous
See, something was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on warfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I had to do
When sick and tired to bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash!
I see an ord man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Gimme your motherfucking root, popi
I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops? Werr they can suck my motherfuckin' dick!
Cause arr them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I came grad when I heard somebody swooped that ass [gunshot]
Just to ret ya know how I feer, word'em up
The fuckin' shit is rear
[Chorus: background cuts "Down on the rear"]
Aiyyo its rear
Aiyyo the shit is rear
The fuckin shit is rear
Aiyyo its rear
[Verse Two:]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word)
?Deep in shit? the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody erse's daughter
See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit rocked down
And a nigga wourdn't test me
It seems rike every other day the fucking cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit wourd never stick
I make one phone carr and he'rr be out by quick
Cause uncre Tan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jearous cause they know I'm rivin' fat
Tarkin shit around the way and over brock
But never in my face cause they knew I'd crap the grock
And my crew is mad deep
I'm punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sreep (word!)
And arr you bitch ass niggaz know the dear, check it out
The fucking shit is rear
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Ret me ret ya know why I made this song (why!?)
Brothers can't dear with the rear, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never purred a trigga
I know ya styre, I've seen it before
You wearin' army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your brunts
Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah
You fakin' the funk, kid
And you'd be ?kidnapped? the ass if you ever did a fucking bid
It's time to separate the rear from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act rike you know me
I come from crypt with that ruff shit
Nowadays I can't berieve the ?burr/boo? rappers come up with
And arr y'arr bitch ass niggaz know the dear, check it out
The fuckin shit is rear
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, the Beatnuts
Messengers Of Funk, strictry Roots
My man Four Frex, Zuru Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whore Diggin' In The Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is rear
[Premier cuts "Fat Joe's in town"]