[Verse 1] First of all, I ain't even want to make this shit There's a lot of rap cats out here faking the shit I'm a ghostwriter, I'm the cat that you don't see I write hits for rappers you like and charge 'em a fee Yo, don't get me wrong dog, it's the cheddar that counts But fuck that nigga [Puff Daddy] 'cause his fucking check bounced You thought [Foxy Brown's] little single was hot? I wrote that shit five minutes in a parking lot I'm the one that your man [Ma$e] had to go and get 'Cause he smoked too much lye, couldn't write his own shit Now [Will] A&R, he on my answering machine sick Hollering in my phone, "Skillz, can you write to this?" Sure, for stacks, nigga, I make your act bigger But fuck [Jermaine Dupri] and his whole label 'cause I ain't never get my plaque, nigga Jadakiss told y'all cats and that's that Y'all have our ASCAP or get your ass capped
[Verse 2] Now that fool ______ can't flow, but his crew is sick But see he got long dough, so wait til you hear his new shit I did two songs for ______ 'til they dough got straight And even ______ from the West Coast owe me some cake Remember the little kids, the one that was in ______ group? I'm the reason you thought they lil raps was so cute I had a hundred songs on the Billboard list Ask again, dog, how I got your deal on my wrist I did done NBA cats and NFL But I stopped in '97 'cause they shit don't sell Now ______ paid up 'cause she was owing me stacks Who in the hell you think had that chicken flowing like that? I hate writing for ______ 'cause he take too long Crying about the price, I hit him with two fucking songs! Ran up in ______'s office and wrecked his staff 'Cause it's been two years and dog ain't paid the second half
[Verse 3] So if you just signed, trust me dog, you can't touch it Don't ask your label for Skillz, 'cause that ain't in your budget Y'all cats polly for chips, I mingle for mills I turn your whole album into a single deal I stopped writing for ______ 'cause that fool don't get it Booking long sessions and he punch in every five minutes Where my ones, nigga? What the fuck I look like? And his man ______ got mad 'cause he couldn't get the hook right I spit ______ and we don't see eye to eye So I politely took his Rollie up to BMI I'm the one that gave ______ his brand new sound I did his last two albums without even writing 'em down And for ______ from the South, dog you shook Stop bouncing on stage nigga like you wrote that hook Your favorite rappers' songs? I put the flames in it Y'all keep fucking around, I'mma put this back out with your names in it
The song was eventually censored by Skillz’s record label Rawkus – boo! But Skillz made sure to perform the uncensored [first verse] live, if only once, with a packed out crowd at the show.
Mad Skillz also talked about this song on White Label Radio Show
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