Straight Checkn' Em
Compton's Most Wanted Lyrics


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I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide

Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside

Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote

Ain't no jack move fool so please don't
Demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete

And just like a girl, get freaked

It's the big ninety-one and Eiht's coming

Compton criminal fool so start running

And please stop biting my stuff

As the rhyme gets rough you done had enough

Of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla

And pistol whip a weak busta

Suckers run up and get slapped

Damn, I thought you was smarter then that

Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping

Microphone is kept as the murder weapon

I'm straight Checkn 'Em



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No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow

Hard fools, drop your guard

No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep

Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap

And if I have to show, like Rambro

And snap a neck with some Compton effect

And get buck wild sucker

And serve em all like cluckers

You just cant hang with your weak style

You slip right off a the pile

To me your just another pretender

So wave the white flag, boy surrender

And if you a female species

Tryin' to gank then girl you'll get these. Famous vapors, walk in

Papers, see you later

You little crooked alligator

You gets no juice

And if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose

You can't handle the format

Punk, I'll use you as a doormat

I'm straight checkn em



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I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned

As the MC Eiht steps from the underground

A villain from the city under siege

Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze

I'm breaking them off proper

And taking no B.S. from a copper

Fools on my tip keep sweating me

And trying to gank my Compton melody

You can't withstand the powerful blow

From a brother with a def wish

Others I smother and change their description

Wait a minute did I mention

That I flow punk fools with one swing

Bow down to the Compton king-

Pin, the record spins and that spells the end

For you my friend

I'm straight Checkn em



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Lets get our scraps on boy

And the Eiht'll destroy

And play you just like a toy

Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp

I thought so wimp

I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps

For the violence in my raps

Gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip

Geah, but that's cool

I give em a count backwards ten to one

Then they tale is done

I give up no slack

Because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack

Now I'm back to attack

And give em hype, just like they finding for crack

So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike'll keep deckn' em

Geah fool, straight checkn em



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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Compton's Most Wanted's song "Straight Checkn' Em" describe the bravado and confidence of MC Eiht, a Compton-based rapper who presents himself as a gangsta mack, pimp hustla, and Compton criminal. He warns his rivals and enemies to keep their kids inside and to not demonstrate their lack of skills in combatting him. He boasts that he's the big ninety-one and is coming to get them. He warns them against biting his stuff and challenges them to compete with him. The lyrics highlight Eiht's ability to use the microphone as a murder weapon and his commitment to never giving up any slack. The song is a powerful and aggressive expression of gangsta rap, featuring themes of violence, criminality, and competition.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide
I'm a dangerous person in the gangsta culture, so you better run and hide from me


Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside
There are dangerous people around, so keep your children safe indoors


Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote
I have used very clear and direct language in this rap I wrote


Ain't no jack move fool so please don't
I'm not trying to rob anyone, so please don't mistake my actions for that


Demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete
Show me your rap style, if it's weak then don't bother competing with me


And just like a girl, get freaked
If your rap style is weak, it's like being scared like a girl


It's the big ninety-one and Eiht's coming
It's 1991, and I'm Eiht, a Compton criminal who's coming to wreak havoc


Compton criminal fool so start running
I'm from Compton and a criminal, so anyone who comes across me should start running


And please stop biting my stuff
Don't copy my style


As the rhyme gets rough you done had enough
As my rap gets fierce, you should be tired and done with it


Of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla
I'm Eiht, a gangsta, pimp, and hustler


And pistol whip a weak busta
I will inflict violence on weak individuals easily


Suckers run up and get slapped
Contemptible people who challenge me will be easily defeated


Damn, I thought you was smarter then that
I thought the person who dared to challenge me was smarter than that


Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping
Disrespecting someone like me, who comes from Compton, is not wise


Microphone is kept as the murder weapon
The microphone, which is my weapon, will destroy my opponents


I'm straight Checkn 'Em
I'm checking everyone around, making sure that they know who I am


No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow
I don't take any shortcuts, I deliver my rap in a detailed and calm manner


Hard fools, drop your guard
You might come across a dangerous individual who looks tough, in that case, drop your defenses


No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep
You may not be ready for the danger ahead, you're scared and won't get enough rest


Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap
Your cheap rap can't be bartered with


And if I have to show, like Rambro
If I need to demonstrate my power like a warrior, I will


And snap a neck with some Compton effect
I can break someone's neck with the power that's unique to Compton


And get buck wild sucker
I'll get completely wild and dangerous, sucker


And serve em all like cluckers
I'll treat people who come across me like drug addicts


You just can't hang with your weak style
If your rap style is weak, you won't survive in this world


You slip right off a the pile
You will be left behind and ignored


To me, you're just another pretender
You're not real, you're just pretending to be someone you're not


So wave the white flag, boy surrender
Just accept that you've lost and stop fighting, boy


And if you a female species
If you're a woman


Tryin' to gank then girl you'll get these.
Trying to deceive me, girl, will land you in trouble


Famous vapors, walk in
I'm immensely popular and people recognize me


Papers, see you later
I'm signing autographs and would like to move ahead


You little crooked alligator
You're a mischievous person who cannot be trusted


You gets no juice
You don't receive any respect or energy from me


And if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose
If you have any plans to hurt or betray my team, I'll kick you out


You can't handle the format
You're not capable of following a particular format, especially in the rap industry


Punk, I'll use you as a doormat
I will use you as a stepping stool and walk all over you


I'm straight checkn em
I'm checking everyone around, making sure that they know who I am


As the MC Eiht steps from the underground
As I emerge from the underground, I'm ready to show the world what I can do


A villain from the city under siege
They see me as a dangerous person from a city that's in a state of unrest


Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze
In my city, men rob people and women sleep around


I'm breaking them off proper
I'm rapping in a way that they have never heard before


And taking no B.S. from a copper
I'm not taking any nonsense from anyone, especially from a cop


Fools on my tip keep sweating me
Some people give me constant attention and annoy me


And trying to gank my Compton melody
Some people are trying to steal my unique style from Compton


You can't withstand the powerful blow
You're not capable of handling my powerful rap style


From a brother with a def wish
From someone who has the power and determination to succeed at all costs


Others I smother and change their description
I'm so powerful that I can change people's lives and fortunes completely


Wait a minute did I mention
In the heat of the moment, I may have forgotten to mention


That I flow punk fools with one swing
I can defeat anyone easily, like hitting a punk with a single punch


Bow down to the Compton king-pin
Show respect to me, the king of Compton's rap scene


The record spins and that spells the end
As the record plays, it heralds the end of someone's career or life


For you, my friend
This is the end for you, my dear friend


I'm straight checkn em
I'm checking everyone around, making sure that they know who I am


And the Eiht'll destroy
I'll ruin and destroy anyone who comes across me


And play you just like a toy
I'll manipulate you like a toy or a puppet


Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp
Some people who try to rap like me can't survive because their rap is weak


I thought so wimp
I knew that they would fail because they were weak


I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps
I'm causing violence, shooting people, and taking photos for memories


For the violence in my raps
The violent actions I describe in my lyrics are real and can happen in real life


Gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip
I carry weapons because some people don't want to defy me


Geah, but that's cool
That's fine with me


I give em a count backwards ten to one
I give them a warning, counting from ten to one


Then they tale is done
After I give them a warning, their story is over


I give up no slack
I don't compromise or give anyone any slack


Because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack
Someone tried to steal my rap style and insult it by calling it useless


Now I'm back to attack
I'm back with a new rap to attack with


And give em hype, just like they finding for crack
I'm giving them something that has the same effect as cocaine, that they use for pleasure


So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike'll keep deckn' em
Come on and come at me because I'm Eiht and Mike, and we will defeat you


Geah fool, straight checkn em
Yeah, I'm checking everyone around, making sure that they know who I am




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: TERRY KEITH ALLEN, ANDRE P. MANUEL, AARON B. TYLER

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Comments from YouTube:

GSHorn70

Laying a bass line over a sample is super brilliant. Especially for the time

Jason

MC Eiht had good charisma. It's no wonder the Hughes Brothers chose him to play the role of A-Wax in Menace II Society. He was authentic, talented, and dope!

Benjamin Leon

Type shit u hear me Mane 😎 Geah

elgrosmax

gangsta rap is dead on the radio ,, but still alive in our hearts

ana torres

ehhh Pooh Shiesty makes this sound like kids bop

TheMasterQuests

So funky I love it!

Lady d’s Delicious dishes

Wow! This brings back so many memories. 😊 Thank you

DreTheWriter

This SONG IS DOPE.LOVE IT AND CMW

jimy0803

Pure dope, but i actually prefer the original version on the "Straight CheckN Em" album.

marcus castle

It’s a Compton thang, streiht check ‘n’ em, music to drive by = my fav cm dub albums. Solid.

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