Check Ya Self - Rappin' 4-Tay

You best to check yo' self before you wreck yo' self

(Why?)

Because that playa hating is bad for yo' health

I got mine, shit you best to get yo' grip

Got tired of them haters talking all that shit

Rich thick chocolate

King size candy bar

Keep that on the D.L.

like TLC

I’m, known for knocking panties them Grammy’s is what I craving

Gold on top of platinum, bitches best to when

Players get to macking about this shit

So gripy when the nifty ski skirts like 40 Water and the Clizzick

Overseas passports, knock knock

Who’s there?

The Player’s Club, 4-Tay and 2Pac

With more game then Chuck Woolery, fuck Parker Brothers

Checkmate, you bit the bait you stupid motherfucker

Knocking haters out like Mike Tyson

Ping-Ping-Ping, two million men keep rising

If you’re on the reala for the skrilla fool don’t hesitate

Black on everything, devils like to infiltrate

By all means playa

Repelling for them haters niggero

This here’s a matter of life and death shit so

OJ beat the case, Mike we know they think you did it

Probably won’t admit it, but still he got acquitted

Sex money and murder, you probably never heard of a

Embezzlement to flip to selling with moms, you’re hurting her

The type of dope that keeps you rocking like a dope fiend

Them devils got my sisters tripping off that Thorazine

Don’t want no drama

I don’t wanna have to kill nobody

Today a child was born plus another dead body

So thank the Lord you wasn’t a victim of the dirty strap

This world is, you got my back?

I got yo' back

Street life blues

Four in the morning, snooze you lose

See devil’s smoking and joking, this shit is hurting fool

I’m trying to pimp the system like Mike

And use my brilliance

Fill out my writer’s clearance

And rush my mom a million

Dollars pop my collar like a scholar, some ole playa shit

My brother’s getting pumps, flipping the script on scholarships

Even the one’s that’s slanging and hanging

And man they can’t stop banging

Everybody that did some dirt

So kid’s don’t talk to strangers

I don’t want you to be like me

I just want you to be yourself

Man always see too much hustlers struggling, keep game in check