Paycheck
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Intro: girl]
It's all right -- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!

[Ghostface Killah]
Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups
Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up
Face all sprayed up, on the floors
The left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up
Of course I'mma fuck with ya'll niggas, ya'll pussy (yeah)
Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM
It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants
When I hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches
You know what that means, it equals no riches and
I can't have that, I got a lot of wiz'es
They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers
Whatever they see, is none of they business
I do what I do, to get that spinach
Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the streets
I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em

[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah]
This kid about his papers, paychecks
Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it
Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front
It be an honor just to lay you down

[Trife Da God]
The first check I ever got
Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop...
I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home
It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones
I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was
Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was
To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends
Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans
Two way team, posted up on the benches
Wit a magnet for a stash, that I kept hid under the black fences
Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles
I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little
Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches
In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent
Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin'
On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin'

[Ghostface Killah]
Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way
When I see jewels, all I know is take
I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake
In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes
Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states
God damn it, I told ya'll niggas
This is a Theodore stickup
Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up!

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, you heard what the bitch said
When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' CREAM and shit
We was beatin' the shit out of niggas
Takin' their little Summer Youth shit
Buyin' beer and weed and shit
Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit
Change fall all out of their pockets and shit




Yellin' and tellin' the cops, fuck ya'll niggas!
This is Theodore, bitch

Overall Meaning

The song “Paycheck” by Ghostface Killah feat. Trife Da God is about their desire for financial success and their willingness to do whatever it takes to get it. The lyrics suggest that they will engage in illegal activities if necessary, such as selling drugs, extortion, and violence. The chorus references the importance of making money and the consequences of not paying your debts. The rappers also touch on their experiences growing up in poverty and the motivation that comes from not wanting to be broke again. The lyrics are delivered with a sense of bravado and confidence, which is a common theme in gangsta rap.


The first verse speaks to Ghostface Killah's toughness and disregard for anyone who gets in his way. He references his criminal past and his willingness to resort to violence to get what he wants. The use of slang and profanity helps to convey his aggressive persona. Trife Da God's verse describes his own experience of growing up poor and turning to drug dealing to make money. He also alludes to the violence that comes with the territory. The chorus serves as a reminder that money is the key to success and survival in their world.


Line by Line Meaning

Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups
Let me fix my jewelry before we continue


Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up
Don't test me or you'll end up unconscious


Face all sprayed up, on the floors
You'll be lying on the ground with a bloody face


The left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up
You'll need to pick up the pieces of your face from the ground


Of course I'mma fuck with ya'll niggas, ya'll pussy (yeah)
I'll mess with you all because you're weak


Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
You know how I operate


Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM
I made headlines in 1998, I don't need an album to make money


It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants
I'll take on and defeat anyone, even those who think they're wealthy


When I hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches
When I was around poor people


You know what that means, it equals no riches
That means having no wealth


And I can't have that, I got a lot of wiz'es
I can't be poor, I have a lot of women to take care of


They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers
I spoiled my women and told them they don't need to do anything they don't want to


Whatever they see, is none of they business
They have no business getting involved in my affairs


I do what I do, to get that spinach
I'll do whatever it takes to make money


Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the streets
I'll do whatever it takes to make money, even if it means violence


I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em
I'll make money by selling drugs or killing people


This kid about his papers, paychecks
I'm all about making money


Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it
If you have any issues, let me know now


Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front
Go ahead and try to act tough


It be an honor just to lay you down
It would be an honor to take you out


The first check I ever got
The first time I got paid


Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop...
I spent it on drugs and getting high, while also avoiding the police


I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home
I only had a little money for transportation


It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones
I wasn't successful until I started selling drugs


I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was
I was young and inexperienced in the drug game


Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was
I learned how to operate from the movie Scarface


To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends
I needed to make money and sell drugs to addicts


Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans
Around that time, my friend Buck met Beans and started working with him


Two way team, posted up on the benches
We worked together on the streets, while sitting on benches


Wit a magnet for a stash, that I kept hid under the black fences
I had a stash hidden under the fences, which I kept track of with a magnet


Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles
The police were searching the area for drug dealers


I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little
I was selling small amounts of drugs to addicts for very little money


Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches
Sometimes people would switch up on me or betray me


In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent
Someone in the police department gave the snitch a reward for giving information


Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin'
Watch out for the police, they are aggressive


On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin'
I'm alert and aware, but still paranoid when the police are nearby


Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way
Get out of my way when I drive by


When I see jewels, all I know is take
I'll steal your jewelry if I see it


I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake
All I care about is money


In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes
In other words, I make money by selling drugs and mixtapes


Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states
I transport and sell drugs in the suburbs


God damn it, I told ya'll niggas
I warned you all before


This is a Theodore stickup
This is a robbery by Theodore




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