Sermon is best known as one half of the late-1980s/1990s hip-hop group EPMD. He began recording solo albums for Def Jam in 1993.
In 1997, he rejoined EPMD. The following year, Sermon, Keith Murray and Redman recorded a cover version of "Rapper's Delight" by The Sugarhill Gang, the first hit hip-hop record. EPMD disbanded a second time in 1998. In 2000, Sermon moved over to J Records, and released the album Music the following year. The title track (a Top 40 pop hit that also made it to #2 on the R&B music charts), featured guest vocals from late soul music legend Marvin Gaye, culled from unreleased recordings which Sermon reportedly found in a small record shop in London. React was released in 2002.
In 2003, J Records dropped Erick Sermon due to poor record sales. However, he still went on to establish his Def Squad imprint with Motown Records. At this time, he recorded an album, Chilltown, N.Y., which was released a year later in 2004. The album was powered by the single "Feel It" (which contained a sample of Reggae/R&B Singer Sean Paul), a song which became a moderate success in the United States. In an interview, he stated that he was going to step aside and try to get upcoming artists in the spotlight.
However, Sermon hasn't stopped doing music altogether, as he has produced the song "Goldmine" on Busta Rhymes' album, The Big Bang in 2006. Very soon after, Sermon recorded "Don't Make No Sense" with Def Squad.
Sermon joined up again for a special EPMD worldwide tour in 2006, were he was being held company by Keith Murray among others.
Fat Gold Chain
Erick Sermon Lyrics
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Whoo! Uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducin the sound from the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? I rolled the blunt
and puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin B
Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch
Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already stuck her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!
(Too $hort)
I made a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from California all the way to New York
in big Benzes, G hooked it up
Now we trying to squash all that East/West stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
cause we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a million stashed
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin DAT's to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but I can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but I don't believe in you
You smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo' weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wishin you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort Dawg puttin it down with the E Double
(Erick Onasis)
Shhhhh! You remind me of my fat gold chain
Some of y'all are just small change
Be a boss with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this y'all, my Music is Dangerous
Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with $hort Dawg
Ahhh! Quick with the trig Jack be nimble
I shoot like G Mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! How you like me now?
The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
$hort Dawg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thick
Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U
Owww! Money is the key to fame
So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train
The impact, major league dough like Dave Justice
Yo Breed, $hort Dawg, show em how we bust this
(Too $hort)
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga
The song "Fat Gold Chain" by Erick Sermon features the rapper showcasing his rhyming skills and boasting about his success in the music industry. Erick Sermon introduces himself and Too $hort, rapping about his tough persona and how he is always armed with a gun to protect himself. He also brags about his track record and how everything he touches turns into gold. While he claims to be a ladies' man, he also disses his competitors and challenges them to try and take him on. Too $hort comes in with his own verse, talking about how he made half a million in one week and how he's been in the music industry for years, producing successful songs and signing talented rappers.
The lyrics touch on many themes commonly found in hip-hop music, such as wealth, power, and status. Erick Sermon and Too $hort use their rhyming skills to convey their dominance and success within the rap world, while also taking shots at those who try to compete with them. The chorus, "You remind me of my fat gold chain, some of y'all are just small change, be a boss with true true game," reinforces the idea that only those who are at the top of the game are worthwhile. The song overall serves as a commentary on the music industry and the way in which artists must constantly prove themselves to stay relevant.
Line by Line Meaning
Whoo! Uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
Expressing excitement and energy at the beginning of the song
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Emphasizing the continuous flow and commitment to the music
Now introducin the sound from the ghetto
Presenting the unique and authentic sound from the neighborhood
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
Asserting the presence and credibility of Erick Sermon and Too $hort
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
Bringing a strong and impactful energy to the music, showcasing personal style
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Confident and always prepared, carrying a gun for protection
Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched
Challenging anyone who dares to provoke or confront
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCK
Warning of the consequences of crossing paths and facing violence
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Confidently backing up words with actions
Five hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Driving in a luxurious car while being ready to defend oneself
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Highlighting a history of success and achievements
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
Having a Midas touch and consistently achieving success from a young age
So what that mean? I rolled the blunt
and puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Enjoying the luxuries and pleasures of life, particularly smoking marijuana
Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin B
Acknowledging the support and admiration from fans and the hip-hop community
Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Establishing dominance and success, being unstoppable
Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that?
Feeling funky and cool, drawing inspiration from other artists
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Maintaining a smooth flow and creativity while indulging in drugs
Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit
Dismissive of those who doubt Erick Sermon's musical capabilities
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
Defiant and disrespectful response to haters and critics
You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not
Challenging someone to a fight but knowing they won't accept
You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch
Warning about the consequences of engaging in physical confrontation
Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her
Expressing sexual desire for someone else's partner
Psych, I already stuck her
Jokingly retracting the previous comment and implying previous sexual encounter
Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Confident in the ability to impress and captivate with lyrics
Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
Suggesting someone needs to cool down and stop talking
I rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Collaborating with Too $hort and creating a memorable musical experience
Everything he touch goes platinum
Highlighting the consistent success and popularity of Too $hort's music
Eyeeaaaah!
Expressing satisfaction and enthusiasm at the end of the verse
Contributed by Gavin A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@jaycee4504
✨nothin like them 90z vibes .. this one was in the mix fa sure .. ✌️✊😎
@rocklee5368
Imagine being so og knowing this song🐶
@vigvong6315
Still know all the words!!
@ssammar5910
Everything I touch turned turned to gold since 18 years old.
...we in it for the longrun...
Promoters paying me 8gs just to breathe on mic...
@775stopplayin
Crazy collaboration
@toddkadas3358
earliest online version I can find of this is 1996. That makes sense...hip hop was so ill back then.
@angelwithatemper762
We need the entire song for this classic.
@gnote1121
Ever morning waking up to this lol
@leemerricks9454
Old school me and my boy use to smoke hella Phillies to this fye
@leemerricks9454
Oh yea I'm Oct 2019