Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Public Enemy
Sampled Artist
Aretha Franklin
Sampled Artist
Beastie Boys
Sampled Artist
Beside
Sampled Artist
Boogie Boys
Sampled Artist
Chuck D
Vocals
David Bowie
Sampled Artist
Dennis Coffey & The Detroit Guitar Band
Sampled Artist
ESG
Sampled Artist
Eric Sadler
Programming
Flavor Flav
Vocals
Hank Shocklee
Programming
JOHN JUICE ROSADO
Scratches
Khalid Muhammad
Sampled Artist
Kurtis Blow
Sampled Artist
LL COOL J
Sampled Artist
Masterdon Committee
Sampled Artist
Run-DMC
Sampled Artist
Salt-N-Pepa
Sampled Artist
Terminator X
Scratches
The Fearless Four
Sampled Artist
The J.B.'s
Sampled Artist
The Soul Children
Sampled Artist
The Temptations
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Ridenhour
Songwriter
Eric Sadler
Songwriter
Hank Shocklee
Songwriter
Carl Ryder
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Executive Producer
Carl Ryder
Producer
Hank Shocklee
Producer
Chris Shaw
Engineer
Chuck Chillout
Mixing Engineer
Jim Sabella
Engineer
John Harrison
Engineer
Keith Boxley
Mixing Engineer
Matt Tritto
Engineer
Nick Sansano
Engineer
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Lyrics
Have you forgotten that once we were brought here
We were robbed of our names, robbed of our language?
We lost our religion, our culture, our God
And many of us, by the way we act
We even lost our minds
Here it is, bam!
And you say, "Goddamn, this is the dope jam"
But let's define the term called 'dope'
And you think it means funky now, no
Here is a true tale
Why the ones that deal are the ones that fail? Yeah
You can move if you wanna move
What it prove?
It's here like the groove
The problem is this, we gotta fix it
Check out the justice and how they run it
Sellin', smellin', sniffin', riffin'
And brothers try to get swift in
Sell to their own, rob a home
While some shrivel to bones
Like comatose walkin' around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talkin' 'bout
Base
Come on
Base
Yeah
Base
Alright
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Kick it
Years ago
I put this together to
Rock the bells of those that boost the dose
Of lack a lack and those that sell to Black
Shame on a brother when he dealin'
The same block where my Ninety-Eight be wheelin'
And everybody know another kilo
From a corner from a brother keep another below
And stop illin' and killin', stop grillin'
Yo, Black, yo (We are willin')
4, 5 o'clock in the mornin'
Wait a minute, y'all, the fiends are fiendin'
Day to day, today they say no other way (Ain't no way)
This stuff is really bad
I'm talkin' 'bout
Base
Base
Base
Hold-hold it, listen
We gon' get on down now
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low-low-low low can you go?
Yo, (Listen) I see it on their faces
(First come, first serve basis)
Stand in a line, checkin' the time
Homeboys playin' the curb
The same ones that used to do herb (You heard?)
Now they gone, passin' it on
Poison attack, the black word bond (Word)
My man Daddy-O once said to me
He know a brother that stayed all day in his Jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the mornin' all he had was sneakers on his feet
The culprit used to jam and rock the mic
Yo, he stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe
And wander round to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of, come on, y'all
Hold it now, wait
Yo, run it, Black
Succotash is a meal for kids that make cash
Sellin' drugs to the brother man instead of the other man
Brothers and sisters
I'm talkin' 'bout
Base
Base
Base
Base
Base
Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, Eric Sadler, James Henry Boxley III