Who'S Nice
Cam'ron Lyrics


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Yo, turn me up some be
I'm about to lace ya'll, check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke be
Whoever think I'm not nice
This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

See the drug game was always the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday
I had a hundred grams bought
On the transport kept it inside the Jansport

A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame
Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach
Acting like a kind host but gettin' time for a roach

A little indo, that's when yo, I said
"I'm messin' with these bimbos"
It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It don't take much to make her

Just take her to a place where it's nice
Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur
'Cause girls I control them classy
Old and sassy, old and nasty

I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold, he gassed me
But now I'm flowin' fastly, rollin' jazzy
Just a while ago, I was rollin' badly
We was on the low wit Aggie but now what have we

Range Ro' and Navy life size
My girl yo she slices pies
A Benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' nigga, executive thug

But she respects me and loves
Don't let your head meet her slug
Until she sprayed out and laid out
Ineffections of blood

A lil' thick chick that'll click quick
Do anything for the dick dick
You know what else that puzzles me?
I find this shit a riddle

How come when you got a lot?
People say you got a little
Like they say you act a little funny
'Cause you got a litte money
And you did a little song and made a little money

Oh, you know my favorite
Oh, you think you a little star
'Cause you got a little fans
And you drive a little car

I prove they all are liars
Saying that they got a fire
Hang 'em up on a barber wire
Yo, you think you got attire
To the point like Stoudamire

Yeah, I'm a harsh nigga that drink hard liquor
A six Benz car getter, you know Digga
He ain't rich, he's a star figure
Platinum deep, hangs with Jews
Chills up at their barmitzfah's

He loves the hooligans
Now we eat at houlihans's
Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre
We told them niggas who the man
Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time

And even Cuda ran, you know that I'm a skitzo
Who listens to calypso but I'm quick though
And old school like hungry, hungry hippo
Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko

Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up shit
And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't high

I've been hotter since
I was in pampers hittin' pinatas
You win nada, come on I got put on
By Mase and Big Poppa

So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns
But me I never back down

My mother, she can sign that
I know you're thinkin' that It's 'bout that time




Nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cam'ron's song Who's Nice describe his experiences as a drug dealer and his rise to success in the music industry. The opening lines of the song proclaim that Cam'ron is not a joke and challenges anyone who thinks otherwise. He then details his involvement in the drug game, describing how he transported drugs in his backpack and didn't care about who he blamed when things went wrong. However, when someone with a "moody aim" came into the game, he realized that it was time to change his approach.


Next, Cam'ron describes his experiences with women, declaring that he controls them and prefers to be with "old and nasty" women. He also discusses the challenges of success, noting that people will say you act a little funny because you have a little bit of money. He then describes his interactions with other rappers, name-checking Ed Lover and Doctor Dre and saying that he pulled a gun on them.


Overall, the lyrics to Who's Nice provide a glimpse into Cam'ron's life and experiences, both in the drug game and in the music industry. The song is notable for its gritty, street-wise lyrics and its unapologetic depiction of drug dealing and violence.


Line by Line Meaning

See the drug game was always the man's sport
Cam believes the drug game is a man's sport


That's what Cam thought so everyday
Cam thought that way every day


I had a hundred grams bought
Cam purchased one hundred grams


On the transport kept it inside the Jansport
He kept the drugs in a Jansport bag for transport


A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame
The drug game was reckless and they didn't care who got blamed


Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim
Things were all the same until Guili' brought in a dangerous mood


It don't take much to make her
Women are easily manipulated


Just take her to a place where it's nice
Take her to a fancy venue


'Cause girls I control them classy
Cam likes classy girls that he can control


Old and sassy, old and nasty
Cam likes older women that are sassy and unrefined


But she respects me and loves
His girlfriend respects and loves him


Until she sprayed out and laid out
He warns others not to cross his girlfriend


A lil' thick chick that'll click quick
Cam likes curvy women that are quick to do what he wants


You know what else that puzzles me?
Cam is questioning something that puzzles him


How come when you got a lot?
He questions why people say you have a little when you have a lot


People say you got a little
People downplay your success


Oh, you think you a little star
People belittle you when you become successful


I prove they all are liars
Cam believes that those who downplay his success are lying


To the point like Stoudamire
He's determined to prove himself like basketball player Damon Stoudamire


Yeah, I'm a harsh nigga that drink hard liquor
Cam likes to drink and is a tough guy


He ain't rich, he's a star figure
His friend Digga may be famous but isn't wealthy


Now we eat at houlihans's
Cam and Digga are upscale and dine at places like Houlihan's


And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick
He has to buy drugs quickly when he runs out


Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't high
With every drug sale, he earns more money and isn't intoxicated


I've been hotter since I was in pampers hittin' pinatas
He's been talented since he was a baby


So I'm glad you sat down
He's glad his audience is paying attention


But me I never back down
He never retreats from a confrontation


My mother, she can sign that
His mother would vouch for him


I know you're thinkin' that It's 'bout that time
He knows his audience is waiting for him to get to the point


So go ahead and rewind it faggot
He's daring his critics to listen again




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CAMERON GILES, R JACKSON, DARRELL BRANCH, HOMER BANKS, CARL HAMPTON

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