I Ain't Havin' It Songtext
von Tim Dog

Awwww yeah! We bout to rip this shit up correct
But before we do, I just wanna say
That there′s a lot of wack rappers out here
There's a lot of happy rappers out here
There′s a lot of over-commercial rappers out here
And me and my crew, we promise
As long as we get a chance to speak about it, we would

So I'm bout to turn the mic over to my man Rhythm X
Otherwise known as Kool Keith
And he's about to get on the motherfuckin mic
And say what the fuck he hates about this business
Aiyyo Keith, take it away!

Yeah, it′s been a fuckin long time
When "Ultra" was out, fuckin everybody knew me
Callin me callin me, buggin me buggin me
But now they don′t now, cause I don't have a hit out
With all this bullshit, this happy wack shit out


SUCKERS at the party, rappers stay jealous
Steady on my tip, while I′m hangin with the fellas
Walkin through the Bronx and, with my boots stompin
Very very mad, stupid I ain't glad
Rappers got the money that I shoulda made and had
Watchin this Village-bound hippie rap

These cartoon groups with that silly rap

Kickin those rhymes that say nothin

Promoted I was? I knew I wasn′t
But watch out next time, look for the X rhyme
This shit Dogg, I ain't havin it

Yo I want all y′all out there to suck my dick
Cause I came a long way motherfuckers
And I want the next man to get up on the mic
And speak what the fuck he feels like

Rap, is a trade that won't quit
Every motherfucker wanna make a hit

Usin big words, usin small words
Usin no words, but that's absurd


The metaphor has yet to be done
Attempted by few, but stressed by none
But I′m Dogg and I′m here to say
That hardcore, is here to stay
Look at all this pop rap
This happy rap, this wack-ass rap
No more, sellin the fuck out
It's time to get the motherfuckin hell out
And if I gotta diss every MC

Huh, let it be
Why do you think, every hardcore rapper doesn′t get paid
But gets remade
And then he gotta sell the fuck out just to make money
It ain't funny
There′s a certain plot to the scheme

Killin the American Dream
We can do what we want to do
Rap the way we want to rap, whether you're good or wack
But if the wack rappers gotta get the mint
While I′m strugglin to pay the rent

Fuck that shit, I gotta be a criminal
I'm tellin you, the message is subliminal
I'm not goin out like that
Yeah, I ain′t havin it

Yeah I want all y′all motherfuckers out there to kiss my ass
Cause y'all some wack motherfuckers y′know?
All you motherfuckers walkin around, focusin on a gimmick
Wearin polka dots, puttin dye in your hair like you got it goin on
Your shit is wack, I'll tell you to your face
I want you to know, that rap is for real
Rap is from the streets
Rap is nothin you can take into a market, and market it as a gimmick
Rap is nothin you can take into an arena and sell it as a dancer

Rap is nothin you can put in a movie with a bunch of turtles
Rap is some real hardcore shit
And if you ain′t dealin with rap, you ain't dealin with the streets
And if you ain′t dealin with the streets, you ain't dealin with rap
And we wanna say, FUCK YOU!
And I'm outta here