Record Haters Lyrics

[Intro: Cal Luv]
Yo check it out
Today we're here with basketball star Rasheed Wallace
Yo what up kid?
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again?
The Bullets, man
Yea righht, right
So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin'
This hip-hop thang and everything going on
Tell me, I mean, what, what's yo' flavor?
Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man
The real shit
You know what I'm sayin', Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin'
I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's
And I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)


[Verse 1: E-40]
Nigga what the fuck they hit for? Nigga let's shoot fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo' Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Old school trophy
Something I done worked too hard for, nigga quote me
Yo' swole bank roll done turned into lil old anorexin
Get ready to pay the piper, Hully Gully pee-wee no catchin'
Who got change for this brand new hundred?
Straight outta welfare
When I break you niggas I'ma have enough money, to buy Fairfield
Spend about a half a hundred thousand
Boost up my coins
Proceed to spit more Superfly
Than Donald Goines
This game is so damn hemorrhaging
That I'm delivering
These niggas don't understand my shit
But they surrendering
Simmering, remembering things that, done jumped off
Lyrics spit more mucus than a, a bad cough
Messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
Just because... I'm from the West not the East
Graduated from the dope game
Fat ass wallet
What's that nigga name?
Rasheed Wallace!!
You gon' have to learn to respect your elders mayne
I'm twomp-eight nigga, ain't no need for you to record hate

Mind ya own, or ya own gon' remind you
Nigga!!
The Click group biatch!
[Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40)]ecord Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existence (That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin' (Mutha fuka!)
Y
a Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark)
There's no way you could get wit this
(Stick to basketball nigga!)
We should cease you from existance
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(Biatch!)

[Verse 2: E-40]
Got another muthafucka on my shit list
I'ma cut off his dick list
I mean my hit list
My rest in piss list
Dude that be hangin' around Nas
You know, gay baby
Nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called 4080
After watching "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit
Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
That's when I spotted it
That nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
Nigga I was selling tapes out the trunk of my car
When you was running round drinking Similac
All up in yo fake ass videos (ok)

Champagne an coffin full of skrill
Nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
That bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt
Don't make no sense to talk that talk
If a nigga ain't gonna walk that walk
Zip up yo' lip before yo' lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! Biatch!
It's major pain
Nigga don't know a damn thang about me
You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 ho!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!
[Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40]
Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance
(That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(Shouldn't be livin.)
Ya Record Hatin bitches!
(Record Hatin bitches!)
There's no way you could get wit this
(Uh.)
We should cease you from existence
(V-Town bitch!)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(E'ry time)

[Verse 3: E-40]
When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
In '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time

Had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
Was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine
It was me an my potna from Suave House Records
Tony Draper, E-40, and The Click
8-Ball and MJG gettin that independent paper
All about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
Beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbles, mayne, get yo change
Take a limousine everywhere you go and fly private planes
That's what I was tuh-uh-told by my big homie tho
You gon' always be a nigga
But a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo'
Overnight sensation, never me
All you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
My niggas 3X Krazy laced me
Taught me how to say "fa sheezy"

Told me them AZ muthafuckas don't believe fat meat greasy
We can shoot it out, or we can fight
You and Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me a peace kite
Biatch!
[Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40]
Record Hatin bitches! (Record hatHn bi'tches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We should cease you from existance
(That's rich)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(Suck-els!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Lil ol, biatch!)
There's no way you could get wit this
(That's right)
We should cease you from existence
(Learn about it)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin' (That's right)

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Produced by: Rick Rock

E-40: “I was actually watching Rap City on BET and Joe Clair—I named him Joe Cleezy—was the host and he was interviewing Rasheed Wallace. And he was like, ‘What you think about hip-hop, Rasheed? You got Wu-Tang, Redman, and Nas.’ I forget the other names he mentioned. He named a few East Coast rappers. And Joe was like, ‘You got them over here on the East Coast, and on the West Coast you got E-40, and in the South you got Goodie Mob.’ So Rasheed Wallace was like, ‘I don’t fool with the E-40s and the Goodie Mobs, it’s strictly Wu-Tang on mine.’

“Wu-Tang is good people. I ain’t never had anything against none of the people who he named. It was just that, he dissed us. So I said fuck that. I’m sitting up here watching it myself. This ain’t no ‘he say, she say’ shit. It’s not like I had somebody call and say like, ‘40! Rasheed Wallace just clowned you on TV.’ Nah, I sat up there and was watching! Like, ‘This motherfucker clownin’ on the boss!?’ I said, ‘I’m finna get on his helmet!’ [Laughs.]. I felt like the motherfucker was a hater so I called it ‘Record Haters.’

“The way AZ got in it, it really wasn’t his fault. I blame the magazine 4080. They had said some shit in there that made it seem like AZ was trying to clown me. But he wasn’t, I came to find out. Actually I’d like to kind of apologize. It was the magazine which is not in print anymore. Journalists and magazines can be messy.

“But I want to let everybody know that years ago me and Rasheed Wallace squashed our little situation. He came to me and apologized. We were in Portland doing a big show with like 10,000 people for a radio station out there. Rasheed was hosting and backstage he was like, ‘Man, 40 I always wanted to tell you, I just want to apologize brother. I’m a man and I respect the hustle and everything you brought to hip hop. I was immature back then.’ Man, I shook his hand.

“We got up on stage and shook hands and squashed that little shit right there. So I ain’t got nothing against him. Matter of fact, I’m a fan of him with his basketball. Back then I said, ‘Stick to basketball. Lemme do what I do as a rapper, you do what you do.‘ I don’t have no problem with him in my heart at all. He said what he said, but he was a man and apologized. I respect him for that.”

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Recorded At
Cosmic Slop Shop & Spark Studio
Release Date
October 29, 1996
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