Naughty By Nature - Yoke the Joker lyrics | Musixmatch (2024)

I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out

I want all that black market shit, everything

Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes

Who is it?

Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move

Where the shit? (Yo, Treach)

Yoke the joker

There are too many overnight MC's but one

And too many who haven't paid dues

You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit

And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do

By terminating you

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat

Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back

A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one

If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun

Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk

And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk

I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief

The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each

Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop

Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op

How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while

He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle?

I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave

Check out this style that I've

Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky

Semi-social, never seem sloppy

See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches

Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage

Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so

Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo

Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin

Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system

Smoke the joker three times over

And owe her

Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker

All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through

Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do

You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard

Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards

Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up

Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough

Any freestyle I see while I prowl

I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child

Another victory, it's mystery

I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery

All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he

Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery?

You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap

You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me

Slicin your life away, just like my mic today

I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away

I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust

Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut

You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like

You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight

All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all

So proud of, sure, suck my encores

Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo

I'ma smoke ya

It's time to yoke the joker

The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie

Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early

You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop

If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped

It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with

You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket

I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high

Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high

Never would you ever get the thrill to say, "Yo, sweat

Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"

Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day

Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way

Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya

Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya

The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden

It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children

Physically, facially, racially made to be

Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be

Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan

Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan

Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test

Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step

That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live

That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give

Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit

Bite what I might get, then up and say, "I quit"

Me gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you

Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?

Yoke the joker