R.A.G.U. )
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Hold it!
Now you get out of here, I'm warning you
(You bastards can't push us around, wanna fight?)
I'll take you on

[Raekwon]
That nigga's twisted
Stop playing with that clip man
Close them fucking blinds too man, ya know what I'm saying?
Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man
Get away from the stove nigga
Stop playing man, the fuck is you talking 'bout?

I'm in the crib watching Larry King Live, the new Gucci's on
Refrigerator, smoking some kush, this nigga's a lighter
Swisher, becoming a roach, go get the glass ashtray
Pour the glass of Crut, tap the bottle then toast
Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting
Some nigga got, knifed up brawling
Heard the kid was 19, Lil' Infinity too
His father worked up at the dealer he loved boo
They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't having it though
Yeah, yeah my nigga, the color of glue
Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga
This is like out of the blue
I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain
Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed
Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check
Now I wanna kill this lil' nigga true
Only thing that stop my gun flaming cause he related to you

[Ghostface]
Who? He ain't related to me
Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealing my gear
If my lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me
Come home and still blow cats for me
Pump crack, stabbing all them hoodrat shorties
A live gunslinger well known, born to dance
When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot himself in the groin
The gun went off, it looked like a flick
When he fell to the floor, holding his nuts, screaming "God dammit
Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all looking at me for?
Call the police, do something
Motherfuckers standing around, watch when I get better
All hell's gonna be terror
Death to you, you," he pointed at Red
I said chill that's fam duke
He put real work in that make you cute, fuck that
But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies
Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it




Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth
Now he's rocking those false joints like everything's peace

Overall Meaning

The song R.A.G.U. by Ghostface Killah and Raekwon is a story about their everyday experiences living in Staten Island, New York. The title R.A.G.U stands for "Rape and Gut U", which is reminiscent of the duo's intense, raw and uncompromising style of rap. The song begins with Raekwon warning some guys outside his house to leave or risk a fight. He then narrates his day, which includes watching Larry King Live, smoking cannabis and drinking liquor, and receiving a call about a knife fight down the block. He decides to intervene and try to break up the fight, only to get into a physical altercation with one of the guys involved, breaking his wrist in the process. Ghostface Killah's verse is about a guy who stole from him and his crew, and he later found out that he was friends with the guy he respected. He confronts him, knocking out his teeth, and now the guy wears false teeth. The song showcases the duo's storytelling ability and provides an insight into their everyday lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Hold it!
Stop right there or I will take action.


Now you get out of here, I'm warning you
You need to leave immediately, or you will face consequences.


(You bastards can't push us around, wanna fight?) I'll take you on
We won't tolerate any intimidation and are ready to defend ourselves.


That nigga's twisted
He's out of his mind.


Stop playing with that clip man
Don't handle the gun recklessly.


Close them fucking blinds too man, ya know what I'm saying?
Shut the blinds to make sure nobody's watching.


Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man Get away from the stove nigga Stop playing man, the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Don't fool around and come away from the stove.


I'm in the crib watching Larry King Live, the new Gucci's on Refrigerator, smoking some kush, this nigga's a lighter Swisher, becoming a roach, go get the glass ashtray Pour the glass of Crut, tap the bottle then toast Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
I'm at home watching TV and smoking weed, while my friend gets a drink. My son is also around, trying to drink from his bottle. We're all calm and just enjoying our night.


Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting Some nigga got, knifed up brawling Heard the kid was 19, Lil' Infinity too His father worked up at the dealer he loved boo They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't having it though
I got a phone call that there was a fight nearby where someone got stabbed. The kid involved was 19 and had a father that worked at a dealership. The fight started over someone trying to steal his backpack with Louis Vuitton items.


Yeah, yeah my nigga, the color of glue Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga This is like out of the blue
I decided to intervene and try to stop the madness. But then, the kid involved started acting violently towards me for no apparent reason.


I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check
I got out of my car and tried to reason with the kid. But suddenly, I hit him in the face with a heavy hand, hurting myself in the process. Now, I'm in the hospital, frustrated because I can't work and make money.


Now I wanna kill this lil' nigga true Only thing that stop my gun flaming cause he related to you
I'm so angry that I want to kill the kid. But the only thing stopping me is that he's related to my friend.


Who? He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealing my gear If my lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me Come home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbing all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, born to dance When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot himself in the groin The gun went off, it looked like a flick When he fell to the floor, holding his nuts, screaming "God dammit Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all looking at me for? Call the police, do something Motherfuckers standing around, watch when I get better All hell's gonna be terror Death to you, you," he pointed at Red I said chill that's fam duke He put real work in that make you cute, fuck that But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth Now he's rocking those false joints like everything's peace
He's not blood-related to me, but I've known him for a long time. However, he betrayed me by stealing my things. Despite that, I've still had him do things for me such as selling drugs and causing harm to others. He's also known for being violent and accidentally shot himself in the groin one time. He tried to act tough after but was in a lot of pain. When he stole some of my clothes, I hit him and knocked out his teeth. Now, he wears fake teeth and pretends everything is peaceful.




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Written by: BURT F BACHARACH, COREY TODD WOODS, DENNIS COLES, HAL DAVID, PETER O PHILLIPS

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