Who Got My Back? Songtext
von Trends of Culture

As I walk-walk into a party, talk-talk to a hottie
I can see jealousy from b-boy busybodies
Scopin′ me up and down, lookin' all around
To see if I came alone in the wrong part of town
Brothers flip, I must practice my gymnastics
Preparin′ for these tactics, scarin' 'em with ass kick
Tricks don′t want no one to fear me, just to be leery
If to me you wants to step, you best to come crazy correct
I give thanks to the shanks and the blade that was made
To even up the odds when you about to get played
Or sprayed, you get the TEC-9, I′ll get the ooh-wop
Try to go for mine, yank the trig, watch your crew drop
Black-on-black crime they say is now upon the rise
And that's just what the media wants to publicize
You wanna help? Huh, keep doin′ ill shit
Step to a brother who's known to bust a grill quick
And I ask


(Who got my back?) I do not know, huh, sometimes it′s like that
(Who got my back?) Yeah, certain people don't know how to act
(Who got my back?) I walk the streets of New York
(Who got my back?) Got to be strapped

Tryin′ to get in this, I will defend this
Hard and relentless, if you mind your business
This would never have happened
Due to knuckleheads, it's more than lyrics that I'm rappin′
It′s more like body bags for somebody who thought he was bad
And now his toe wears a tag
Talkin' about the DOA, the dead on arrival
Step to me and don′t await, my only means of survival
Was to change in a blink, didn't have to think
Switched to animal instinct and ripped ass ′til I'm in a clink
For manslaughter, man, you oughta chill
Yo, I would be in jail if I got caught, still
I got away, I won the race, B
And because you′re in my race, you
Think they really gonna chase me? Huh
Smother a brother, keep it undercover
Because blacks lack watchin' the backs of one another
And I ask


(Who got my back?) I do not know, huh, sometimes it's like that
(Who got my back?) Yeah, certain people don′t know how to act
(Who got my back?) I walk the streets of New York
(Who got my back?) Got to be strapped

Grapevine, grapevine, brother Nas got your back
Microphones or hands, trust I got the slack
I know bros tend to flip script now and then
Underestimatin′ skills of the trend men
But we swing and make comp sway, da-da-da-day
Rugged with the drum drops, no time to play
Verse number three in the mix with the flavor
Styles stay lethal, and no one here can save ya
Nasty, Nasty, the brother with the hemz
Known to get the bends from the skins and their friends
Loose like the lips of the hooker that attacked
But if beef comes, your dick ain't got your back
I hope you′re with your boys or with your crew, what will they do?
Stand while you throw, or run 'cause you′re through?
See, I ain't the best, but yo, my man, I′m in it 'til the end
You check the hook and pass the word on to your pussy friend

(Who got my back?) I do not know, huh, sometimes it's like that
(Who got my back?) Yeah, certain people don′t know how to act
(Who got my back?) I walk the streets of New York
(Who got my back?) Got to be strapped

Give it to ′em, Nas
1993, Treach
Monad, Grapevine, Nas
Got somethin' for your ass, nigga
Huh