Lyrics: A sampling of hip-hop lyrics referenced in the interview

The following is a selection of lyrics referenced by David Muhammad during his interview with Truthdig.

Note our readers: The following lyrics may be disturbing to some readers -- they contain references to sexual acts, and employ many of the FCC's forbidden words.

"Move Bitch" by Ludacris
Sample lyric:
No, I ain' t bitter, I don't give a fuck
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus
Top Position on the Billboard Top 100: 10


“Play” by David Banner

Sample lyric:
Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl
Work it like a nigga straight licking on your pearl
Top position on the Billboard Hot 100: 7


"Wait" (The Whisper Song) by Ying Yang Twins
Sample lyric:
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
I'm a beat that pussy up
Top position on the Billboard Hot 100: 15


“Tell Me When To Go” by E-40
Sample lyric:
Let me see you show your grill
Now... Thizz face
Doors open, mayne
Now... Watch em swang
Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb)
Top position on the Billboard Top 100: 35 (and rising)

“Moment of Clarity” Jay-Z
Sample Lyric:
I dumb down for my audience
And double my dollars
They criticize me for it
Yet they all yell "Holla"
Top position on the Billboard Top 100: Never released as a single

 

 

 

 


“Move Bitch” by Ludacris
Album: Word of Mouf (2001) Label: Def Jam Records

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo... lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my baby child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Chorus]


“Play” by David Banner

Album: Certified (2005) Label:Universal Records

Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Work that clit
Cum girl

Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl
Work it like a nigga straight licking on your pearl
I wanna see you cum in the middle of the dance floor
A nigga can't fuck, what you think your finger made for
I'm a beat that pussy up
You get it wet enough, I might lick it up
Lickey, lickey, lickey, like a peppermint swirl
Lick that clit
Cum girl
Uh, I wanna see your legs shake
Take you to the crib, we can fuck till the bed break
Uh, fuck you till your pussy ache
Think about the type right now, girl, mastur
(Uh uh) bate for a nigga, freak you in the clubs
stop worrying about them other hoes
It's me in your world
Work that clit
Cum girl

[repeat chorus]

Cum on your finger girl, lick it all off
Catch it in your mouth, like your last name Moss
Play with the nitty girl, stick it on in
I'm feeling real freaky girl, bring your friends
I can make 'em bounce like 1, 2, 3
It ain't nothin' to a pimp, girl, play with the g-spot
Make it hot, gon on, get your girl, Sheryl
Bring your clique
Cum girl
And I'ma make 'em all cum
Beat it like Mr. Calipark on the drum
I'ma beat it like Mike when he fucked Billie Jean
Work it, work it, work it, till you make that pussy cream
Move it to the right, move your finger to the left
Work it all around til your ass outta breath
I ain't tripping on ya baby, put some dick in your world
Work that clit
Cum girl

CHORUS:

Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Work that clit
Cum girl

Bend it on over, lemme see it from the back
Work your thumb in it girl, I love it like that
Freaky ass hoes, lil freaky ass men
Lemme work ya slow, lemme see it going in
Then you pull it out, put your fingers in your mouth
You make a nigga wanna fuck your ass on the couch
While we're still in the club, show your pussy love
Work that clit
Cum girl
Go on and hit the dance floor
Open up wide, lemme show you what's it made for
Uh, like a finger, like a donkey
Lemme see you play, play with your monkey
Damn, cause your ass so chunky
Bring it here, sweaty, cause I love it when it's funky
I'ma put some dick in your world
Work that clit
Cum girl

Repeat Chorus

 


"Wait" (The Whisper Song) by Yin Yang Twins

Album: United States of Atlanta (2005) Label: Tvt

[Kaine- Verse 1] (D-Roc)
Hey how you doin' lil' mama let me whisper in ya ear
Tell ya somethin' that ya might like to hear
Got a sexy ass body and ya ass look soft
Mind if I touch it to see if it's soft
Nah, I'm just playin' let's just say I can
And I'm known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth don't get fed
So I don't mind askin' fo' head
Ya heard what I said
We need to make our way to the bed
You can start usin' ya head
Ya like to fuck, have ya legs open all in the buck
Do it up, slappin' ass, gurl the sex get rough
Switch position and let the dick get down to business
So you can see what you been missin'
You might had some, but you never had none like this
Just wait til' you see my dick (Oooooooo!!!)

[Chorus- Kane] (D-Roc)
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
Wait til' you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
I'm a beat that pussy up
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
Wait til' you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
I'm a beat that pussy up
Like be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
(Oooooooo!!!)

[Kaine- Verse 2] (D-Roc)
You fine, but I ain't gone sweat ya
See I wanna fuck, tell me what's up
Walk around the club with ya thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take ya thumb out
That my be a lil' kosher to deal wit
Wet-vac hose chrome cut that don't spill shit
I keep a ho hot when I'm puttin' in work
Ya wanna skeet, skeet ya bout to get ya feelins hurt
Cause I beat that cat with a dog
And knock the walls off a broad til' she squall
Like (Ooooooooo!!!)
Yeah, it's on like that
But it depend on the swing of the baseball bat
For it to pitch on the count or make the plates fall back
On the floor she ain't stealin' cause she none so they crack
Crack, crack, fuck that bend over I'm a give ya ass my bat
(Ooooooooo!!!)

 


“Tell Me When To Go” by E-40

Album: My Ghetto Report Card (2006) Label: Warner Bros / Wea

[Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

[Verse 1: E-40]
Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em
I aint got none, but I’m planning on growing some
Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb
Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr)
Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb)
Talking on my ghettro on the way to the store
... My 2nd or 3rd trip
Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips
Dr. Greenthumb lift, just to ease my thoughts
Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch
The moon is full, look at the dark clouds
Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland go wild... Ta-dow
I don’t bump mainstream, I knock underground
All that other shit, sugar-coated and watered down
I’m from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb
From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from

[Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]
I’m off that 18 purple juice
.... Like a mayne, labeled the Black Zeus
King of the super dooper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy)
And your wife, she don’t like me (like me, like me, like me, like me)
From the Bay to the A
Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, go to the store
Bitches wish I wrote, I said they couldn’t be saved by John Doe (John Doe)
I slid past on the gas, bitches looking at me
It’s good, it’s good like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty
Or zig-zagged... pass me a big old fatty
.... I drink white, with a s*N*ow bunny
Talking big shit in the scrapper, going hella dummy
1800, JOSE CUERVO
Yaddadamean, yaddada I’m saying though

[Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

[Outro: E-40]
[x4] Ghost-ride the whip
[x8] Now... Scrape
[x4] Put your stunna shades on
[x2] Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip
[x4] Shake them dreads
[x4] Let me see you show your grill
[x4] Now... Thizz face
[x4] Doors open, mayne
[x4] Now... Watch em swang
[x2] Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb)

[Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

 

 

 


“Moment of Clarity” by Jay-Z

Album: The Black Album (2003) Label: Def Jam


(Woooooo)
(Yeah)
(Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone)

[Chorus]
Thank God for grantin’ me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty
The world'll feel my truths
Through my Hard Knock Life time
My Gift and The Curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt
(Y’all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings
To that Black Album endin’
Listen close you hear what I'm about
Nigga feel my truths

[Verse One]
When pop died
Didn't cry
Didn't know him that well
Between him doin’ Heroin
And me doin’ Crack sales
With that in the egg shell
Standin’ at the tabernacle
Rather the church
Pretending to be hurt
Wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that man’s face was just like my face
So pop I forgive you
For all the shit that I live through
It wasn't all your fault
Homie you got caught
And to the same game I fault
That Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others I saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other
Save a place in Heaven
Til the next time we meet forever

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
The music business hate me
Cause the industry ain' t make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me
And the music I be makin’
I dumb down for my audience
And double my dollars
They criticize me for it
Yet they all yell "Holla"
If skills sold
Truth be told
I'd probably be
Lyrically
Talib Kweli
Truthfully
I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
(But I did five Mil)
I ain' t been rhymin’ like Common Sense
When your sense got that much in common
And you been hustlin’ since
Your inception
Fuck perception
Go with what makes sense
Since
I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back
To me that's the win-win
The next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin’ just like them
(The rims that is)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
My homie Sigel's on a tier
Where no tears should fall
Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Till we all got triangles on our wall
He ain' t just rappin’ for the platinum
Y’all record
I recall
Cause I really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago
Prepared to flow
Prepare for war
I shall fear no man
You don't hear me though
These words ain' t just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear
NO
YO
My balls and my word is alls I have
What you gonna do to me?
Nigga scars'll scab
What, you gonna box me homie?
I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me
Thank God for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK nigga holla back

[Chorus]