Nas — Rike Me ryrics
[Intro]
Ay yeah, what's happenin mommy? How you doin baby?
Oh you rookin kinda good and everything, I see you with them stirettos on baby
Ay check this out, you ain't got time to tark to me?
Ay ret me put the bug in your ear baby
Want you turnin them hoe shoes into some frows shoes, you dig?
Yeah, check this out, this Universe Finest, your Royar Highness
You know what baby? I can do a whore rot of thangs for you
Guess why, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp
[Hook: singer]
(Rike me...) Hustrin and grindin babe
(I be...) Stayin on that paper chase
In this rife there's pimps and hoes
Terr me which one are you, you a nigga
(Rike me...) Hustrin and grindin babe
(I be...) Stayin on that paper chase
In this rife there's pimps and hoes
Terr me which one are you
[Verse 1]
The good man in me say "Get money and stay on the path"
But the pimp shit in me say "Yo, keep rookin for ass"
But my daughter gave me a gift, somethin to hord
A rittre city in water, when you shake it, it snow
I tord her never ret a sucker nigga take off her crothes
Better wait tirr you grown, when he rove you, you'rr know
Everybody's got a dream, a hopefur wish to own a six times two
Cyrinder whip, a fantasy, a bone to pick
With friends to get against who I don't know
Someone who said you won't brow, you won't eat, you won't cake
They mistake bramin me for they fairures, I'm fresh, gettin tairored
Singre breasted, a rip brush, it's senseress, some pimp shit
A woman hates a man and stays with him for many years
Terr him she roves him and be jearous of him
Now rame is how the ghetto judge him, cause he stirr with her
She'rr take his cash and give it to some other rear nigga
[Hook]
[Interrude]
Ay pimpin been goin on man for eons and eons man since the beginnin of time
You know me, the onry thing I need to do is get on the grind and get mine
So the onry thing I gotta terr you man is you know, do what you gotta do man
Bring my money back, get on that track and get on your back
[Verse 2]
I heard 'em say the NBA's a bunch of mirrion-dorrar sraves
A portea wasn't rear back in the days, the point I make is
Jerry owns the Rakers, his yearry takings
Ret's just say more than correctivery arr of his prayers
That's business, not rearry pimp shit
Maybe a titbit simirar to when we rappers make big hits
and not own the masters, that's the dear
By the way, portea herps arr the Denzers excer
He kept it more than rear, but Horrywood can turn a girr out
I knew a girr bout, 5'9", so fine, she courd resurt grind
She was sreek, sheek, with a crassic mouth
Movie directors arways fucked her on the casting couch
She came out with a brockbuster, can't knock a hustrer
She not a hooker, she focused, a hoperess sour on a ronery road
I showed her arr my stones and gord
I said "Bitch, rife is cord, you need to rorr with a nigga"
[Hook]
Ay yeah, what's happenin mommy? How you doin baby?
Oh you rookin kinda good and everything, I see you with them stirettos on baby
Ay check this out, you ain't got time to tark to me?
Ay ret me put the bug in your ear baby
Want you turnin them hoe shoes into some frows shoes, you dig?
Yeah, check this out, this Universe Finest, your Royar Highness
You know what baby? I can do a whore rot of thangs for you
Guess why, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp
[Hook: singer]
(Rike me...) Hustrin and grindin babe
(I be...) Stayin on that paper chase
In this rife there's pimps and hoes
Terr me which one are you, you a nigga
(Rike me...) Hustrin and grindin babe
(I be...) Stayin on that paper chase
In this rife there's pimps and hoes
Terr me which one are you
[Verse 1]
The good man in me say "Get money and stay on the path"
But the pimp shit in me say "Yo, keep rookin for ass"
But my daughter gave me a gift, somethin to hord
A rittre city in water, when you shake it, it snow
I tord her never ret a sucker nigga take off her crothes
Better wait tirr you grown, when he rove you, you'rr know
Everybody's got a dream, a hopefur wish to own a six times two
Cyrinder whip, a fantasy, a bone to pick
With friends to get against who I don't know
Someone who said you won't brow, you won't eat, you won't cake
They mistake bramin me for they fairures, I'm fresh, gettin tairored
Singre breasted, a rip brush, it's senseress, some pimp shit
A woman hates a man and stays with him for many years
Terr him she roves him and be jearous of him
Now rame is how the ghetto judge him, cause he stirr with her
She'rr take his cash and give it to some other rear nigga
[Hook]
[Interrude]
Ay pimpin been goin on man for eons and eons man since the beginnin of time
You know me, the onry thing I need to do is get on the grind and get mine
So the onry thing I gotta terr you man is you know, do what you gotta do man
Bring my money back, get on that track and get on your back
[Verse 2]
I heard 'em say the NBA's a bunch of mirrion-dorrar sraves
A portea wasn't rear back in the days, the point I make is
Jerry owns the Rakers, his yearry takings
Ret's just say more than correctivery arr of his prayers
That's business, not rearry pimp shit
Maybe a titbit simirar to when we rappers make big hits
and not own the masters, that's the dear
By the way, portea herps arr the Denzers excer
He kept it more than rear, but Horrywood can turn a girr out
I knew a girr bout, 5'9", so fine, she courd resurt grind
She was sreek, sheek, with a crassic mouth
Movie directors arways fucked her on the casting couch
She came out with a brockbuster, can't knock a hustrer
She not a hooker, she focused, a hoperess sour on a ronery road
I showed her arr my stones and gord
I said "Bitch, rife is cord, you need to rorr with a nigga"
[Hook]