Money Money Money! CASH CASH CASH!!! Rap Like This, cuz its my Contract! We made this in 1999 and the same shit is STILL going on today. It could be me, but this shit doesnt sound dated at all lmao. It never has lol. This shit could have been made yesterday and be just as relevant.
So if you dont know the OG Locc Em Down story, you should probably get familar. Because on another random day, I dont think my nigga Prophet didnt even called. Him and RJ show up to my house wanting me to record another track. But not a gangster one. Something different. This time I was working off 2 hours sleep lol
But this time, Prophet wanted to see how fast he could make a beat on the spot. I didnt know what the fuck I wanted to do, so I had to write something down. In the midst of this, my sister comes down stairs with a big gulp cup full of paul mason and sprite I think. Whatever it was, it was a big gulp full of mostly liquor. It was 8am. By the time 8:30 rolled around, the beat was done, I was done writing and Yoni (my sister) and RJ are fucking DRUNK lmao.
Im not a rapper, I dont know how to rap. So I wrote down this song with no real idea how it was gonna flow out, because when I was writing it, there wasnt really a beat. So to make a long story short, I recorded this bar by bar. It was NOT fluid at all. Prophet is a genius. I dont know how he manged to make this shit sound as smooth as it did. The whole 90 minutes it took to do this song were epic.
I dont know where this voice came from. I dont know where RJ got, “Ta Da Shakith” from. But I wasnt saying it right and this nigga RJ yelling at me to sang that shit right like his name was fuckin Joe Jackson or Ike Turner or some shit. Eventually, he ended up doin it his self lol. He had a vision, I had my blinders on apparently. The girl on the track is my sister. After the track was finished being recorded, there was a one sided ass fist fight up stairs in my sisters room that we all heard but didnt wanna go see because it sounded hella violent. The fight was 50% my fault lolol. THAT is a very trifflin story for another time. But I basically thought Id be fighting a girl after the first fight was over. Turns out I didnt have to for whatever reason. Afterwards tho, I had to take the victim of the beating to work! She was SOOOOO fucking mad at me. “Youre fucked up OJ… just fucked up. You coulda lied. Youre so fucked up OJ!” Gotdamn there was so much tension in the car lmao. Well, on her end. Not mine. I wasnt mad, I didnt get my ass beat and had to roll to work looking like I JUST got my ass freshly whooped. I was trying my hardest not to pull over and laugh in this girls face. That shit was way too funny. Actually, to tell the truth. That situation was like 5% my fault. I could have said no. But thats not really my thing lol.
This song is really popular amongst my friends. But its still my second favorite lol. I swear I’ll shoot a video for this too.
At the end of the song my sister calls me out for laughin and fuckin up her groove. She was doin this drunken shake ya boo-tay dance. I was done lmao.