Throwback

" I Can’t Get with That" by Jay-Z (Released as single with In my lifetime)

Lyrics:

Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)
I can’t get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this

Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell — down
More than a fluke, I’m regularly wreckin this joint so what — now
With so many niggas that’s biting it’s harder to detect who I be
Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I’m makin' it slap, I’m hemmin' it up like that
Stingin' it, strikin' it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don’t ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Lax and that’ll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody’s safe at a party even Gotti goes adiós
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavour, so save yours
One verse and it’s a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

Chorus

The next, player, never get no rest, you’re livin' with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best player
You’re fearin' my clout, if weed got you runnin' your mouth
You better blow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga’s back, you brothers are flat
I’ll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?
You diggin' me, the, epitome of, rippin' it raw
You kiddin' me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger than me
Although these cats are wettin' my style, I’m still thirsty
And we all gotta fall off, but you first G
I’ll be the last, it’ll be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin' with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6
While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits
Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out
Brothers who don’t have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh

Chorus

Ha-hah
This how we do
All year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out

I don’t kick it I punt it, I’m so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from lickin' my fingers and countin' up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I’m def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can’t see this, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don’t count cause I’m makin' him mad rich
This nigga’s nothin' but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my thing is tight, can’t slip, gotta grip
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I’m a-iight
I ain’t checkin' for you ‘less you my peoples
And just in case you didn’t know peep the — steelo
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

Chorus: repeat 2X

Ha-ha... Jay-Z... Live in the ninety-five
with a little help along, c’mon
Sauce Money definitely representin
Big Jaz in the house
Superman production type shit

These days homeboy holds down a regular post with Fed Ex Kinkos off Wilshire Boulevard, west of La Brea in in L.A. Much respect for his contributions none the less. - Rip [Ed.]

Cover of Power and Rhyme Pays for Ice-T, Darlene used to rap for her ends in the Radiotron era. She later became girlfriend and mother to ice-T's oldest son. Check her other side, on the mic.

with Ol Dirty Bastard share the stage on Big's birthday 1993. [R.I.P.]

Live performance at the 1995 Source Awards

1995 Source Award for Lyricist of the Year Acceptance Awards

"Smooth Operator" - From the classic 'It's a Big Daddy Thing' album from '89.

"Gin & Juice" - The classic party joint from the seminal 1993 jump-off album, Doggystyle

"Some might say he's a dummy, but he's stickin' you and taking all your money." - Guru

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