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
Here it is
Bammm
And you say, Goddamn
This is the dope jam
But lets define the term called dope
And you think it mean funky now, no
Here is a true tale
Of 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 an'
Sell to their own, rob a home
While some shrivel to bone
Like comatose walkin' around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talking about... Bass
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 98 be wheelin'
And everybody know
Another kilo
From a corner from a brother to keep another -
Below
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 they say no other way
This stuff...
Is really bad
I'm talkin' 'bout... Bass
Yo, listen
I see it on their faces
(First come first serve basis)
Standin' in line
Checkin' the time
Homeboys playin' the curb
The same ones that used to do herb
Now they're gone
Passin' it on
Poison attack - the Black word bond
Daddy-O
Once said to me
He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the mornin' all he had was
The sneakers on his feet
The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo
He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe
And wander around to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of... Bass
Writer(s): Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Ridenhour, James Henry Boxley Iii
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