3. Yolanda's House
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is scuffed, still bugging
Earlier, around four, how I escaped the bus
The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch, my man's chanting me on
Like run, son, don't go up in the spot
Jetting through bushes and backyards, neighbors is ratting me out
Dogs is barking all you hear is the cars
Sirens, I'm trying to think, and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats, got me running funny, you think I'm lying
May God strike me, if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's pounding through my chest
Trying to focus, yup, and make progress
That's what I get for slinging in them projects
Next thing you knew, I'm in this bitch's crib, chilling
Told 'em my story, you'll like this, I had her legs in the ceiling
Cooking me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking the Dutch
Playing with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like come here, miss Lady Wop, where you put the condom box
You finished off the last one, oh shit, I hear the cops
Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed the white yorkie
Jetting up the steps, and pig want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door
Like 'ooh', I seen my man Meth going in raw
So he jumped up, balls out, hid in the closet
I'm dying laughing, he said "Yo, Starks, be quiet"

[Method Man]
And let me put my drawers on, nigga, what dope you on, shit?
Should of knocked, before you came in the spot, Ghost, you wrong
Busting in here on that government shit, got the chick screaming
Grabbing the sheets, trying to cover her tits
She's asthmatic and you laughing, son, I bumped my toe all the nice things
Just run and try to grab the gun
Cuz shit's real, man, you spazzing dunn
There come a time in a man's life, he got to toss his pack and run
You know he family like Crack and Pun, but Mr. G.F.K.
State your business, after that, be one
Now can it be that you hot, lord, you did some shit on the block
That the cops trying to lock you for
Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging
You tripping, my dick keep slipping out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting, niggas is calling my horn
Police is hitting every corner we on
Can't understand that it's a thug thing, and in the middle of thought
I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon

[Raekwon]
I need my money, Meth, going on about them hundred birds
Tell Tone to get at me, on 'em and my clients want work
He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter fact, beep me
Word to mother, lord, sunny got me hurt
You still fucking shorty? I knew it, the big mouth broad
That be yoking my balls out, her little brother wanted two bricks
You know that nigga 'Lipps, he Maybach, on 26
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
Tell me foul shit, wild shit, ya'll niggas wear a lot a loud shit
Yo, that Steve Rifkin style, shit
Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
They love the Venezuela nigga, stabbed his son with a fork
That was Jesus roofs, his little niece
Little niece, his father's homework
That's the kid who gave us a boost




He gave them things on the arms, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go 'head and ring the alarm

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Yolanda's House" by Ghostface Killah are about an escape from a police chase and hiding in Yolanda's house with his friend Meth. Ghostface is still skinned up from his escape from the police, his Nikes are scuffed, and he doesn't want to leave the streets. He fell and cracked his watch's face, and his friend urged him to run since the neighbors and dogs were after him. The sound of sirens surrounds Ghostface, he's trying to think and toss the iron, and suddenly he finds himself in Yolanda's house.


Ghostface tells Yolanda his story while she cooks him fried fish and biscuits, still sliding on lipstick. They smoke weed and as he gets ready to have sex with her, he realizes he doesn't have protection. Next thing he hears are cops outside with handcuffs and talkies, and he has to escape again. In another room, he sees Meth entering and cusses him out for not knocking but Meth tells him that he's got bigger problems than having uninvited guests.


The song presents Ghostface Killah's storytelling mastery and gritty details of a dangerous situation, which he turns into a humorous story in the end. The clever use of metaphors, slang, and rhymes creates vivid visuals in the listener's mind, adding to the song's gritty ambiance.


Line by Line Meaning

I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)
I cannot stop living the street life


Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is scuffed, still bugging
I am injured and my shoes are dirty, still stressed out


Earlier, around four, how I escaped the bus
I escaped from the bus a while ago


The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch, my man's chanting me on
I fell and damaged my watch as my friend urged me on


Like run, son, don't go up in the spot
He advised me to run and not go into the location


Jetting through bushes and backyards, neighbors is ratting me out
I am running through gardens and backyards as the neighbors are snitching on me


Dogs is barking all you hear is the cars
The dogs are barking, and the only other sound is the cars driving by


Sirens, I'm trying to think, and toss the iron
I hear the police sirens and am trying to decide what to do with my gun


Bomb in my sweats, got me running funny, you think I'm lying
I have drugs in my sweatpants, making me run strangely, but it is the truth


May God strike me, if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
I am so tired and out of breath, that I swear to God deny me if he dislikes me


The weed got me paranoid, my heart's pounding through my chest
Weed is making me paranoid and my heartbeat is intense


Trying to focus, yup, and make progress
I am trying to stay focused and moving forward


That's what I get for slinging in them projects
This is the consequence of drug dealing in the projects


Next thing you knew, I'm in this bitch's crib, chilling
Suddenly, I am in this girl's house, relaxing


Told 'em my story, you'll like this, I had her legs in the ceiling
I shared my story with her, and it impressed her so much that she raised her legs up high


Cooking me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
She is cooking me fish sticks and biscuits


While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick
While cooking, she is still applying lipstick


Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking the Dutch
I am smoking weed, and she is rolling the blunt


Playing with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
She is touching herself on the couch, and I am prepared to have sex with her


Like come here, miss Lady Wop, where you put the condom box
I am asking her to bring the condom box


You finished off the last one, oh shit, I hear the cops
She used the last condom, and I hear the police approaching


Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed the white yorkie
The police come with handcuffs and radios, and I leave the white dog behind


Jetting up the steps, and pig want revenge like Porky's
I run up the stairs, and the police are trying to catch me


So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door
I slid and hid behind the wall before opening the door


Like 'ooh', I seen my man Meth going in raw
I was surprised to see my friend Meth having unprotected sex


So he jumped up, balls out, hid in the closet
He jumped up with his genitals exposed and hid in the closet


I'm dying laughing, he said 'Yo, Starks, be quiet'
I am laughing so hard that he tells me to be quiet


And let me put my drawers on, nigga, what dope you on, shit?
He asks me what drugs I am on, as I burst in on him


Should of knocked, before you came in the spot, Ghost, you wrong
He believes I should have knocked before entering


Busting in here on that government shit, got the chick screaming
I burst in like the government, causing the woman to scream


Grabbing the sheets, trying to cover her tits
She tries to cover her breasts with the sheets


She's asthmatic and you laughing, son, I bumped my toe all the nice things
She is asthmatic, while I am laughing and he had an accident


Just run and try to grab the gun
He tells me to run and get the gun


Cuz shit's real, man, you spazzing dunn
Things are serious, and I am panicking


There come a time in a man's life, he got to toss his pack and run
There comes a time when a man must throw his items away and flee


You know he family like Crack and Pun, but Mr. G.F.K.
We are family, like the rappers Crack and Pun, but I am Ghostface Killah


State your business, after that, be one
Tell me why you are here, and then leave


Now can it be that you hot, lord, you did some shit on the block
Are you in trouble, did you do something illegal?


That the cops trying to lock you for
Are the police trying to arrest you for that?


Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging
I can't believe you are causing a scene, and my girlfriend is freaking out


You tripping, my dick keep slipping out my boxer drawers
You are acting crazy, and my penis keeps falling out of my boxers


Now I'm caught up in the drug sting, niggas is calling my horn
Now I am caught up in the drug bust, and people are calling my phone


Police is hitting every corner we on
The police are searching every corner we turn


Can't understand that it's a thug thing, and in the middle of thought
I do not comprehend that it is a gang activity, and in the midst of thinking


I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon
I am interrupted by my friend Raekwon


I need my money, Meth, going on about them hundred birds
I need my money, Meth; I have a hundred drug packages, and we must discuss them


Tell Tone to get at me, on 'em and my clients want work
Tell Tone to contact me, as my clients are requesting more drugs


He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter fact, beep me
He knows we don't have any drugs, so tell the kid to contact me and beep me


Word to mother, lord, sunny got me hurt
I swear to my mother, I am in trouble


You still fucking shorty? I knew it, the big mouth broad
Are you still having sex with that woman? I knew it; she talks too much


That be yoking my balls out, her little brother wanted two bricks
She teases and bothers me, and her younger brother wants drugs


You know that nigga 'Lipps, he Maybach, on 26
You know that guy 'Lipps, he drives a luxury car and has $26,000


All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
He only earns money and is a jerk


Tell me foul shit, wild shit, ya'll niggas wear a lot a loud shit
Tell me all the dirty and bizarre things you know, as you both wear flashy clothing


Yo, that Steve Rifkin style, shit
That's similar to the style of Steve Rifkin (music executive)


Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
Talk about something else, like him in New York


They love the Venezuela nigga, stabbed his son with a fork
They love the man from Venezuela who stabbed his son with a fork


That was Jesus roofs, his little niece
That man is named Jesus Roofs, and his niece


Little niece, his father's homework
His niece is his father's responsibility


That's the kid who gave us a boost
That is the person who gave us a push up


He gave them things on the arms, said for us to be calm
He gave us drugs to sell and said to remain calm in case of trouble


And if some beef pop off, go 'head and ring the alarm
And if there is trouble, sound the alarm




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: ANTHONY SINGLETON, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS D. COLES

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