The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Word up (yo), New York, (New York)
New York (yo, yo, word up)
Twenty-five to life, yo (2-5, 2-5)
Yo, recognize (twenty-five to life, word up, yo)
Understand, yo
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip (yo keep your mouth shut) scared to death when I pop up
I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you
You said I was weak, you coming
I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit
Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding
Cowboy rope, choke your throat
Put the bogey out in your face
Now your face laced like ash tray face
Stay with gat on my waist
Give the God some space (watch out), shoot you up above waist
If I ain't got beef right here or right there (right, a right there, right there)
Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right there
CNN, war report, spread across New York (yo, who died?)
Guard him Indian style, knees bent, militant
Yo the world know Noreaga from Iraq (Iraq)
Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that
Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat
Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug (what up son?)
Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug
My pops was a thug nigga (word), was on the streets too
Uncle Wise been banned since '82
Back on the streets, a hundred seven got brew
I see you, come see you, writing scrolls (writing scrolls)
To the rest of the fam, locked in holes
At age eight, money come first, snatch purse (that ain't me mami, that ain't me)
Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed
Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real
Realer than you think
Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts (watch out son, watch out, watch out)
Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'
Your wife, what what! What what! Dressed indecent
A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct (one)
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up
Yo time zone, cabron, madicon
Bitches callin' me up, tryin' to set me up
Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina
Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell
General, clique deep with cartel (woah, woah, woah)
When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?
Shorty legs mad smooth (shorty banging, son), I'm left struck
Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'
We waitin', conversatin', Iblis Satan
Illegal life, watch police on bikes
Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game
A stress day, police watch the twelve "K"
While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
I lay, lay back, cognac
And I don't even drink like that, I sell crack
Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends
Shoot guns, parallel
Pistol (pistol), bust well
Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
Clique together, keep gats under the leather
You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight
Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit
Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit
Got smoked
God body cat, he sniff coke
Yo he's old time, thinkin' 'bout drinkin' his wine
Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
Tactics, keep gats under the mattress
Player hater, my team a bunch of regulator
Set you up, you won't make it to the elevator
You never been to jail, I'm jail seen
Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen
Shooting up scenes
Real niggas take cream (take cream)
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up
Word
New York (yo, yo, word up)
Twenty-five to life, yo (2-5, 2-5)
Yo, recognize (twenty-five to life, word up, yo)
Understand, yo
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip (yo keep your mouth shut) scared to death when I pop up
I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you
You said I was weak, you coming
I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit
Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding
Cowboy rope, choke your throat
Put the bogey out in your face
Now your face laced like ash tray face
Stay with gat on my waist
Give the God some space (watch out), shoot you up above waist
If I ain't got beef right here or right there (right, a right there, right there)
Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right there
CNN, war report, spread across New York (yo, who died?)
Guard him Indian style, knees bent, militant
Yo the world know Noreaga from Iraq (Iraq)
Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that
Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat
Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug (what up son?)
Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug
My pops was a thug nigga (word), was on the streets too
Uncle Wise been banned since '82
Back on the streets, a hundred seven got brew
I see you, come see you, writing scrolls (writing scrolls)
To the rest of the fam, locked in holes
At age eight, money come first, snatch purse (that ain't me mami, that ain't me)
Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed
Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real
Realer than you think
Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts (watch out son, watch out, watch out)
Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'
Your wife, what what! What what! Dressed indecent
A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct (one)
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up
Yo time zone, cabron, madicon
Bitches callin' me up, tryin' to set me up
Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina
Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell
General, clique deep with cartel (woah, woah, woah)
When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?
Shorty legs mad smooth (shorty banging, son), I'm left struck
Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'
We waitin', conversatin', Iblis Satan
Illegal life, watch police on bikes
Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game
A stress day, police watch the twelve "K"
While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
I lay, lay back, cognac
And I don't even drink like that, I sell crack
Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends
Shoot guns, parallel
Pistol (pistol), bust well
Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
Clique together, keep gats under the leather
You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight
Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit
Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit
Got smoked
God body cat, he sniff coke
Yo he's old time, thinkin' 'bout drinkin' his wine
Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
Tactics, keep gats under the mattress
Player hater, my team a bunch of regulator
Set you up, you won't make it to the elevator
You never been to jail, I'm jail seen
Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen
Shooting up scenes
Real niggas take cream (take cream)
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up
Word
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