Race Songtext
von Chris Rock

What′s going on? Racism's still big
Everybody′s pissed off
Black people yelling racism
White people yelling reverse racism

Chinese people yelling sideways racism
Everybody's pissed off
Everybody become local
Nobody got worse than Indians

Indians got it real fucked up
Indians got it so bad
When's the last time you met two Indians?
You ain′t never met two Indians

You met one, one month, three years later
You might have met another one
I have seen more polar bears than Indians in my lifetime


Racism′s big, men, everybody's pissed off
Pissed the fuck off, pissed the fuck off
Who is the most pissed off, white people mad
White people men, I watch the news
They got more issue, even the Columbine kids

Was looking for brothers, men, it is not
Men, white people mad, always on the news
Complaining we′re losing everything, we're losing everything
We′re losing the country affirmative action quotas, we're losing everything

Yeah, y′all ain't losing shit
The white men ain't losing shit
If y′all losing, who′s winning? It ain't us!
I drove around this motherfucker, that ain′t us

Don't let Shaq fool you
Everybody don′t get a cut of that check
Shit, there ain't a white man in this room
That would change places with me, and I′m rich

That's how good it is to be white
There's a one-legged busboy in here right now
Going, I don′t want to change
I′m going to ride this white thing out, see where it takes me


Because when you're white, the sky′s the limit
When you're black, the limit′s the sky
Don't go past that cloud
That shit should′ve had

That's right, men, racist
You know who the most racist people are?
The most racist people?
Old black men

Nothing more racist than old black men
You find an old black man
I know some of you white people are like
I know of an old black man at my job

Willie, he's so nice, Willie hates your guts
Willie won′t kill you
You find a brother like in his 60s, look
Old black men can′t stand, nobody

Old black men is mad
The old black men went through some real racism
He ain't go through that, I can′t get a cab shit
He was the cab

White men just jumped on his back
Main Street, left, nigga! Left!
You know what's funny, though?
I love old black men, because they know how to play the game, men

Old black men
Whenever an old black man sees an old white man
The old black men always kisses the old white men′s ass
Always real nice, like, how are you doing, sir? Please, defeat me

Whenever I can get you, you let me know
Soon as the white men get out of sight, he's like
Cracker-ass cracker, cracker-ass cracker
I′ll put my foot in the cracker-ass, cracker-ass cracker

I wish that cracker would have said some shit to me
Throw it up in this motherfucker cracker-ass cracker
Motherfucking saltine-ass motherfucker cracker
Soon as the white men come back hard and say

I got an uncle real crazy, uncle B, 55 years old
Hates white people, married to a white lady
And he's sitting around going
You know, these crackers ain't shit, except for Susie

He tried to explain the whole thing to me one day
He said, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a white wife
I love her, she loves me, that′s all that matter, but I tell you this
If the revolution ever come, I′ll kill her first
Just to show these crackers I mean business