Drugz
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Intro: singer]
Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine

[Chorus: Trife Da God (singer)]
It wouldn't be a problem, if I did the crime
I would be a man about it, and just serve my time, but
(Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine)
I hear all these muthafuckas out here on the grind
The cops picked me for the hurt, and chose me out of the line, I said
(Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine)

[Trife Da God]
Officer of the law, why you touching me for?
Checking the crack of my ass, and looking under my balls
Strip searching, touching my person, dropping my drawers
And to top it all off, I ain't got nothing at all
I'm a hard working tax payer, for that nature
Do forty hours a week, slaving for that paper
I'm try'nna make an honest living, it's not much
And you hide behind ya gun and badge, thinking you tough
Look at him starting, the boys in the blue, peep the sergeant
Saying "Let's take him anyway, run his name for warrants"
I'm a U.S. citizen, stop treating me like a foreign
My whip's legit, get off my dick, insurance plus registration
We under surveillance, feds investigating
Assuming I'm wrong doing with false accusations
They discriminating cuz off my races
Central bookings, they was scared to look me dead in my face
Now you telling me, I'm being charged with a felony
Possesion with intent to sale, three days I spent jail
Them drugs ain't mine, your honor, and I ain't copping out of shit
Not even one bag of marijuana

[Chorus]

[Trife Da God]
Now I'm sitting up in court, contemplating my thoughts
In a cell, with thirty inmates blowing Newports
And I'm awaiting to be arraigned, these niggaz doing the same
Nodded off in a corner, the bailiff calling my name
In front of judge, looking filthy
Asking my lawyer how I plead, I plead not guilty
He set bail, momma love on the edge of her seat, biting her nails
Stressed out, the look on her face was mighty pale
Her son's going to jail, a black innocent male
No justice, but these kids say justice prevails
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the God's face
Truly explains the pain and the heartaches
It's too much to partake, but I'm still fighting
Still got my hand up, even though it seem frighting
It's a fucked up system, niggaz, please listen
The old tradition plants in this country, it needs fixing

[Chorus]

[Hook 2X: singer]
Mr. Officer, please understand
Them drugs ain't mine, you got the wrong man




So quick to put those cuffs on my hands
Take my freedom, disrupting my plans

Overall Meaning

The song "Drugz" by Ghostface Killah featuring Trife Da God and sung by an uncredited female singer, highlights the issue of racial profiling by the police and the biased criminal justice system in the United States. The lyrics narrate the story of Trife Da God, who is falsely accused of possessing drugs, and is subjected to a strip search and a humiliating arrest. The song emphasizes how innocent individuals get trapped in the criminal justice system due to discriminatory practices of the police, and face a long, stressful legal battle to prove their innocence. However, despite the injustice, the song advocates the need to fight against the biased system and to seek to reform it.


The chorus of the song features the singer repeating, "Them drugs is not mine," making it clear that the singer is innocent of the charges brought against him. The lyrics highlight the excessive power of the police and how they misuse their authority against innocent black people. Trife Da God raps about the racism and discrimination he faces as the police officer strips and searches him. He also speaks on the pain and hardship that he and his family go through due to the wrongful accusations brought against him. The song concludes by emphasizing the demand for justice and a call for a change in the unjust system that disproportionately affects black people.


Line by Line Meaning

Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine
The singer denies ownership of the drugs.


It wouldn't be a problem, if I did the crime
Trife would accept punishment if guilty.


I would be a man about it, and just serve my time, but
Trife would own up to his actions and serve the consequence.


(Them drugs is not mine, them drugs is not mine)
The denial is repeated throughout the song.


I hear all these muthafuckas out here on the grind
Trife notices others selling drugs.


The cops picked me for the hurt, and chose me out of the line, I said
Trife was wrongly accused by the police.


Officer of the law, why you touching me for?
Trife questions the inappropriate search.


Checking the crack of my ass, and looking under my balls
The police search Trife's body inappropriately.


Strip searching, touching my person, dropping my drawers
The police do a thorough body search on Trife.


And to top it all off, I ain't got nothing at all
Trife was innocent and had no drugs on him.


I'm a hard working tax payer, for that nature
Trife is a hardworking citizen paying taxes.


Do forty hours a week, slaving for that paper
Trife works forty hours a week for a living.


I'm try'nna make an honest living, it's not much
Trife is trying his best to make a living.


And you hide behind ya gun and badge, thinking you tough
Trife accuses the police of hiding behind their authority.


Look at him starting, the boys in the blue, peep the sergeant
Trife notices the discrimination from the police.


Saying "Let's take him anyway, run his name for warrants"
The police want to charge Trife without a proper reason.


I'm a U.S. citizen, stop treating me like a foreign
Trife reminds the police of his citizenship.


My whip's legit, get off my dick, insurance plus registration
Trife's car is legal and he argues with the police to stop harassing him.


We under surveillance, feds investigating
Trife was under surveillance and investigated by the authorities.


Assuming I'm wrong doing with false accusations
Trife was accused of a crime he didn't commit.


They discriminating cuz off my races
Trife claims to be a victim of discrimination.


Central bookings, they was scared to look me dead in my face
Trife noticed fear from the authorities in central bookings.


Now you telling me, I'm being charged with a felony
Trife was charged with a serious crime.


Possesion with intent to sale, three days I spent jail
Trife was jailed for three days due to the false accusation of drug possession.


Them drugs ain't mine, your honor, and I ain't copping out of shit
During his trial, Trife maintains his innocence.


Not even one bag of marijuana
Trife did not possess any drugs at all.


Now I'm sitting up in court, contemplating my thoughts
Trife reflects on his situation during his trial.


In a cell, with thirty inmates blowing Newports
Trife shares a cell with other inmates who smoke cigarettes.


And I'm awaiting to be arraigned, these niggaz doing the same
Trife waits with other inmates to be arraigned.


Nodded off in a corner, the bailiff calling my name
Some inmates are asleep during the arraignment process.


In front of judge, looking filthy
Trife appears unkempt and dirty in front of the judge.


Asking my lawyer how I plead, I plead not guilty
Trife maintains his innocent plea in front of the judge.


He set bail, momma love on the edge of her seat, biting her nails
Trife's mother is anxious during the bail hearing.


Stressed out, the look on her face was mighty pale
The situation is taking its toll on Trife's mother.


Her son's going to jail, a black innocent male
Trife's mother is upset that her innocent son is going to jail.


No justice, but these kids say justice prevails
Trife feels like justice is not being served in his case.


Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the God's face
Trife feels like he's in a difficult situation with no easy way out.


Truly explains the pain and the heartaches
Trife speaks to the emotional toll of his situation.


It's too much to partake, but I'm still fighting
Despite the difficulty, Trife is still fighting for his innocence.


Still got my hand up, even though it seem frighting
Trife is determined and persevering despite the fear.


It's a fucked up system, niggaz, please listen
Trife acknowledges the flaws in the justice system and wants people to pay attention.


The old tradition plants in this country, it needs fixing
Trife believes the system needs to be reformed.


Mr. Officer, please understand
The singer addresses the policeman.


Them drugs ain't mine, you got the wrong man
The singer repeats that he is not guilty of drug possession.


So quick to put those cuffs on my hands
The singer is criticizing the police's hasty actions.


Take my freedom, disrupting my plans
The singer's freedom is taken away, derailing his life plans.




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