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.
Get Da Money
Erick Sermon Lyrics
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Check it, when I come in the place excitement
Like a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced it
E coming through in the purest form
On some Striesand shit, when a star is born
I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening
You rob me, end up dead for now reason
I approach those that wanna cramp my style
Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold
Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold
So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt
'Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant
Layin flat with the rats and cats
By a cardboard box where the bums be at
And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEAD
Onasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake Picasso
Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it
You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit
Chorus: Erick & Ja Rule
No matter what the deal, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money
No matter what the deal, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
Walk around with a fat bank roll
(Ja Rule)
E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars
Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me
And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees
Niggas want it with me, who I be?
The one that got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?
Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat
Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope
And leave niggas nodding out with no hope
I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows
That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
Niggas don't want it with me
J-the A-the R-U-L-E
Nigga I get the money money
Chorus
Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantom
With a microphone to blow spots random
Got distribution boostin from here to Houston
Known for full fledge producing
Cats were reluctant
When I came through the spot a crunked it
Laid back and funked it, yeah
No matter what, I puts in work
E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts
Suckers lost up in NYC with ???
Fake thug emcees that never did dirt
Yo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla holla
We get money like minister ??? dollar
Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up
Past the bar and mixed the drink up
Believe I got major cash (How?)
Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh)
Chorus
In the song "Get Da Money" by Erick Sermon, he talks about his excitement when he enters a place, comparing it to the takeoff of a plane. He also mentions his pure art form, similar to the birth of a star. Erick says he may wear a fake diamond watch, but anyone who tries to rob him will end up dead. He challenges those who try to cramp his style and warns them of the consequences. Erick's rhymes are so strong that they can grab you with a chokehold. He warns anyone who tries to bite his rhymes to choke and die. Erick paints a picture through his lyrics that would awaken Picasso. No matter what the situation is, Erick, and Ja Rule, will always get the money.
Ja Rule comes in with his verse, instructing Erick to let him get involved and spit a few bars. He calls himself the one who makes people ready to run and the one with the rhyme and reason to bust his gun. His rhymes are murderous material, and he leaves emcees with a burning sensation when they try to come for him. Ja Rule's raps are so potent that it leaves other rappers nodding out with no hope. He asserts that he gets the money and gets the bitches. He then asserts he and Erick linked up, cased the bank, and hit it big.
Line by Line Meaning
Check it, when I come in the place excitement
I bring excitement into every place I go
Like a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced it
I'm so fly that I'd buy a watch and have it iced out at Jacob & Co
E coming through in the purest form
I come in the purest and most authentic form
On some Striesand shit, when a star is born
I'm like Barbara Streisand when she shines as a star for the first time
I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening
I might wear a fake diamond watch tonight
You rob me, end up dead for now reason
If you rob me, I'd kill you for no reason
I approach those that wanna cramp my style
I approach those who try to mess with my style
When I ask they be like "Huh" like in Juvenile
When I ask them, they respond like Juvenile's 'Huh'
Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold
I smile and say a rhyme that is straight up cold
Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold
My rhymes are so strong they can choke and grab you
So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt
So, what do you want? Don't you dare taunt me
'Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant
Before I leave you in the back of someone's restaurant
Layin flat with the rats and cats
You'd lay flat with the rats and cats
By a cardboard box where the bums be at
Next to a cardboard box where the homeless people are
And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit
And one more thing, for those who try to copy my style
I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEAD
I hope you choke and nobody saves you, dead
Onasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake Picasso
I, Onasis Aristotle, on the microphone, can paint a picture that would awaken Picasso's art
Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it
Yeah, you can't believe it
You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit
You imagine it, and to me, it seems unreal too
No matter what the deal, we get the money money
No matter what happens, we get the money
No matter how we feel, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
With or without stealing, we get the money
Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money
We walk around with a lot of money
E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars
E-Dub, get me involved, let me spit some bars
Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me
I spit murderous material, other rappers are like venereal diseases to me
And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees
It hurts rappers when I spit on them
Niggas want it with me, who I be?
Rappers want beef with me, do they know who I am?
The one that got you ready to run
The one that makes you want to run away
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
The one with a reason to use my gun
Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?
What's the outcome, another rapper getting killed?
Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat
Another rapper found dead, with his tongue out of his throat
Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope
It's no joke, I shoot like bad drugs
And leave niggas nodding out with no hope
I leave rappers nodding out with no hope
I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
I'll spit various styles and sleep with various women
Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows
Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog, it shows
That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
People with money get women
Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
I ride in a car with 20-inch wheels and deep-dish rims
Niggas don't want it with me
Rappers don't want beef with me
J-the A-the R-U-L-E
Ja Rule!
Nigga I get the money money
I make money, lots of it
Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantom
Who asked who I am, I am the phantom
With a microphone to blow spots random
With a microphone to randomly blow up spots
Got distribution boostin from here to Houston
I've got distribution all the way from here to Houston
Known for full fledge producing
Known for full-fledged producing
Cats were reluctant
People were reluctant
When I came through the spot a crunked it
When I came through, I made the place hyped
Laid back and funked it, yeah
Then I relaxed and kept up the energy
No matter what, I puts in work
No matter what, I work hard
E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts
E, I work all day, sometimes taking breaks
Suckers lost up in NYC with???
Rappers are lost in New York City with unfounded confidence
Fake thug emcees that never did dirt
Fake thug rappers who have never actually done anything intense
Yo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla holla
Me and Ja Rule make you scream
We get money like minister??? dollar
We make as much money as the Minister of Finance
Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up
The two of us partnered up, attacked the bank and robbed it
Past the bar and mixed the drink up
We passed the bar and mixed up some drinks
Believe I got major cash (How?)
Believe me, I have a lot of money
Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh)
Talking like Big Boi from Outkast on the streets
Contributed by Aaliyah G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Erick Socgfack
I'm sorry kids but they'll never be a time like the 90s.
Trent Yates
Ain't nothing better than a def squad and murder inc collabo!
JB B
Brotha E Dubb, it's time and overdue! Plz get the entire Def Squad camp together and do a 20-30 track album featuring all like you did on Insomnia! I'm not sleepy!!😉
Big LeBAUSki
0:31-0:35 😀😎👍🔥
Vegito Black
Took me forever to find this
El-Serenosere
Money talks !!!
Ellanhey
The man who disliked this don't know a shit about music
Erick Sermon
lol appreciate the support
Alessandra Vieira Soares
Legal
Jon Robbin
Ja Rule had a unique dope flow it’s a shame that 50 had to crush him