Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja & Afu-Ra
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru the Damaja
Jeru describes criminal rappers, scantily-clad women and people striving for the American dream. What do they have in common? They’re all chumps.
[Intro]
Yo, are you a pimp? A hustler?
No, I'm not
Are you a man, and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?
Yes, I can
Are you willin' to go out there and save the lives of my children, even if it means losing your own life?
Yes, I am
I believe you Jeru, you're ready
(You've noth... *scratched* nothing to worry about)
[Verse 1]
Now, I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and jim hats
But now it's Uzis, Macs and G-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of good fellow
But me, I keep it real, that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make 'em bounce to this fake-pimp-free flow
I never knew hustlers confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned state's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playing yourself
[Chorus]
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're playin' yourself
With all that big-gun talk, bop, you're playin' yourself
With all that rah-rah-rah, you're playin' yourself
You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself
With all that rah-rah-rah, you're playin' yourself
With all that big-gun talk, bop, you're playin' yourself
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're playin' yourself
You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself
[Verse 2]
Now these ladies is looking pretty from city to city
I refined a few I met, around the country
The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question
Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
Their ass is all hanging out, playing the bar section
Of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
Black women, make sure you're respected
When niggas is kicking that old off the wall shit, let 'em know
From Jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding is the key to wealth
Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself
[Chorus]
With those hooker type wears, hon', you're playin' yourself
With those skin-tight jeans, baby, you're playin' yourself
Everything all exposed, you're playin' yourself
You're, playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself
Everything all exposed, you're playin' yourself
With those skin-tight jeans, baby, you're playin' yourself
With those hooker type wears, hon', you're playin' yourself
You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself
[Verse 3]
Now, I don't bust a Tec, bubble drugs
In the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggas nowadays is all about this
So much yin-yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese, where are the black distributors?
And these record companies shake 'em down like mobsters
But impostors, like commercial locks, are not Rastas
Always faking moves, never, making moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breaking down you fools
You work all week and give the devil back his loot for jewels
And the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals
Still, brothers leave brothers all battered and bruised
On the streets, won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete
In this competition, because I have a greater mission
I hope that you listen
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
And health, think anything else and ya playin' yourself
[Chorus]
So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're playin' yourself
And all those skin-tight jeans, hon', you're playin' yourself
And all that rah-rah-rah, you're playin' yourself
You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself
And all those hooker-type wears, baby, you're playin' yourself
And all that big-gun talk money, you're playin' yourself
Everything all exposed, you're playin' yourself
You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself
Ya Playin’ Yaself was written by DJ Premier & Jeru the Damaja.
Ya Playin’ Yaself was produced by DJ Premier.
Jeru the Damaja released Ya Playin’ Yaself on Mon Sep 23 1996.