Richard
Eminem; Obie Trice Lyrics


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Yeah
Trice
Statik Selektah

O back around the corner
Got the crack, put in your orders
We 'bout to run up out the stores
It's notorious, the way I got big spitting stories
Bme's X-Clan, vanglorious
We're not your favorite, fuck it
You know the system and you buck it
Have you revisiting how you used to love it
A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truant in school
So its influence is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star, niggas might be right
I'm so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight
Take it back, Selektah, let 'em know it's Trice
Put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight

And I would like to introduce myself, surprise, hi, it's Ike
'Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply
Of wife beaters and my Nikes on
And a white tee over that Iron Mike
Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
Bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than Meijer's, right
Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' Breyer's ice cream
With the pliers, like "Ah", only a ruthless bastard would do this
Take a toothles bitch with no tastebuds to Ruth's Chris
Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home, pick up two Big Bufords
Scrupulous, girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plumb stupid
So when I pull up in that Benz don't try to pretend you ain't interested
To impress your stupid-ass friends and refuse to get in, woman
And get slammed on the ground and snap like a pool stick against cement
If you suck of dick, pretend it's a musical instrument
You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
I can tell at first glance you're a ho 'cause your pants are so tight
When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco (oh)
Boy, I'm from Detroit city, you live in animosity
That's a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity
Look where these random thoughts get me
In senseless mind babble, "What me? Apologize?"
That's just the way the rhyme unravels
And I wouldn't fucking take it back if I time traveled

Just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
It's also Richard 'cause I feel like you should
Pry your fucking mouth up off of it, it (ha)
I said, just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick
When I hold my private, it's your first clue, Sherlock, prick
Just call me Richard

That's my motives, jumpin' out the Rovers
All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas
Or Minnesota, did I mention soda?
When it's mixed with the yola , watch my cup runneth over
Cut from a soldier, them ho niggas disposable toaster
Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough
Bme 'til the credits roll
'Til my condition is beyond what the medics know
They wanna edit O
Like a prosthetic third leg, let it go
This is Shady 1.0, Em let 'em know (yeah)
I still profit through the process
The prize in my jeans, my balls'll never digress
I'm a dick that I brag about (brag about)
I put it in fast and then I drag it out (drag it out)
World (world), I be your special friend, see
'Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo-penis envy, so (envy)

Just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
It's also Richard 'cause I feel like you should
Pry your fucking mouth up off of it, it (ha)
I said, just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick




When I hold my private, it's your first clue, Sherlock, prick
Just call me Richard

Overall Meaning

The song "Richard" by Obie Trice starts with a boastful and confident verse, where the artist asserts his dominance and success in the rap game. He talks about his previous struggles in school and how they shaped his views and choices. Trice mentions how he is not the favorite rapper but does not care about it since he knows the system, and they can make success through grind and determination. He also talks about how his music acoustics and flow are essential to him, and he does not make any apologies for who he is. He then concludes the verse by announcing that he and his team will get the stacks right, and they are on a ride tonight.


In the second verse, Trice introduces himself as "Ike" and portrays himself as a ruthless person. He talks about his plans to take over the world and appears quite threatening. Trice shapes himself as unbeatable and asserts his superiority over a lot of people. The phrase "Just call me Richard" in the chorus is an allusion to his nickname, Richard, which is a euphemism for a male body part.


Line by Line Meaning

O back around the corner
I'm back in the game and back on the street corner


Got the crack, put in your orders
I have the drugs, let me know what you need


We 'bout to run up out the stores
We're going to rob some stores


It's notorious, the way I got big spitting stories
People know me for telling stories in my music


Bme's X-Clan, vanglorious
I'm part of BME, proud and boastful


We're not your favorite, fuck it
I don't care if you like us or not


You know the system and you buck it
You are aware of the injustice in the world and rebel against it


Have you revisiting how you used to love it
I'm making you remember how much you used to enjoy our music


A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
I express my thoughts and feelings through music, and I think I'm pretty cool


Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truant in school
I used to make excuses, but the truth is I skipped school


So its influence is foolish, that was my views
My viewpoint was foolish because I didn't finish school


I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
I'm back to rapping and I'll do whatever it takes to succeed


We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
We're going to make a lot of money, but we're not going to dress like skinny jeans-wearing hipsters


Say he ain't a star, niggas might be right
Some may say I'm not a star, and they might be correct


I'm so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight
I'm just a regular guy who needs to take care of basic needs


Take it back, Selektah, let 'em know it's Trice
Let's take it back and remind people of who I am


Put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight
Get ready for a wild ride


And I would like to introduce myself, surprise, hi, it's Ike
I'm introducing myself as Ike


'Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply
I'm ready to party and I have all the supplies we need


Of wife beaters and my Nikes on
I'm dressed casually with a t-shirt and tennis shoes


And a white tee over that Iron Mike
I'm wearing a white shirt over a shirt with Mike Tyson on it


Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
I look good, but I feel like something bad might happen


Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
If I die, I hope I come back as Spider-Man and have sex with a lesbian


Bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than Meijer's, right
This woman thinks she's better than a cheap store like Meijer's


Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' Breyer's ice cream
I had to use force to get her to let go of the ice cream


With the pliers, like 'Ah', only a ruthless bastard would do this
I had to use pliers to get the ice cream away from her, which is a pretty bad thing to do


Take a toothles bitch with no tastebuds to Ruth's Chris
I'm making a joke about taking a person with no teeth or taste buds to a fancy restaurant


Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home, pick up two Big Bufords
I'll give her toothpicks to eat with and then pick up some fast food for her


Scrupulous, girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plumb stupid
I'm calling this woman's intelligence into question, even though she has a nice body


So when I pull up in that Benz don't try to pretend you ain't interested
Don't act like you're not into me when I show up in my fancy car


To impress your stupid-ass friends and refuse to get in, woman
Don't let your friends influence you into not getting in my car


And get slammed on the ground and snap like a pool stick against cement
If you don't get in, I'll make you regret it


If you suck of dick, pretend it's a musical instrument
I'm making a crude joke and suggesting that a woman should enjoy performing oral sex as if it were playing an instrument


You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
You only have one opportunity, so make the most of it


I can tell at first glance you're a ho 'cause your pants are so tight
I can tell someone is a prostitute because she's wearing tight pants


When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
When you dance with me, you'll feel so good your breast implants will burst


So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco (oh)
I'm cold and unfriendly to lesbians


Boy, I'm from Detroit city, you live in animosity
I'm from Detroit, and you hate me for it


That's a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity
It's a terrible feeling to be in that kind of state


Look where these random thoughts get me
I'm reflecting on how my thoughts led me to this point


In senseless mind babble, 'What me? Apologize?'
I'm questioning whether or not I should apologize for what I've said


That's just the way the rhyme unravels
It's just the way my lyrics came out


And I wouldn't fucking take it back if I time traveled
Even if I could go back in time, I wouldn't change what I said


Just call me Richard (Richard) 'cause I'm a dick (dick)
Call me Richard because I'm acting like a jerk


It's also Richard 'cause I feel like you should
It's also a play on words with my actual name being Richard


Pry your fucking mouth up off of it, it (ha)
Get your mouth off of my genitals


You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick
It doesn't take much effort to realize I'm a jerk


When I hold my private, it's your first clue, Sherlock, prick
It's obvious that I'm a jerk when I touch myself


That's my motives, jumpin' out the Rovers
That's what I'm after, getting out of the car


All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas
I'm wearing all white clothing


Or Minnesota, did I mention soda?
I might have said Minnesota earlier, and also I like soda


When it's mixed with the yola , watch my cup runneth over
When soda is mixed with drugs, I will have plenty to drink


Cut from a soldier, them ho niggas disposable toaster
I'm tough like a soldier, and I get rid of people who are no good to me


Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough
I'll shoot a person who gets too close to me


Bme 'til the credits roll
I'm part of BME until the end


'Til my condition is beyond what the medics know
I'll stay with BME until I get too sick for even medical professionals to help me


They wanna edit O
Record companies want to change my music


Like a prosthetic third leg, let it go
Like a fake leg that they don't need, they should let me be


This is Shady 1.0, Em let 'em know (yeah)
This is the original version of Shady Records, Eminem makes sure people know


I still profit through the process
I'm still making money even though it's not easy


The prize in my jeans, my balls'll never digress
I have a lot to offer, and I'm confident about it


I'm a dick that I brag about (brag about)
I'm not afraid to brag about being a jerk


I put it in fast and then I drag it out (drag it out)
I talk about sex and how I like to take my time


World (world), I be your special friend, see
I could be someone's special companion if they wanted me to be


'Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo-penis envy, so (envy)
People are just jealous of me, and that's why they don't like me




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Obie Trice

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Comments from YouTube:

Shady Media

y'all rockin wit the new lyric style!?

ANDI Beats

Better before but still good

ICantFindMyKnutts

It's ayt

King Billajr

Hell nah!

om soni

This is a old song I guess

Patrik Unibaso Urrutia

Hmm, i personally liked the old one better

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C_G_R

You can tell what year ems songs are from his voice. He was and is constantly changing.

Drippin N Glory

This was easily the MMLP3 era

Rem SiiiG

This sounds like MMLP 2 Em...

Drippin N Glory

Jesus Christ I jus realized I put 3 lmao I meant MMLP2 lmao that’s how you know I’m excited for the MMLP3

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