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

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
Proceeded 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

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' homie, 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 lyrics of Ghostface Killah's song R.A.G.U. follows a series of events that happened to the artiste. The song starts with Ghostface directing someone to leave his presence and threatening to fight them. This is followed by Ghostface describing a typical day where he was watching Larry King Live, smoking and drinking. He then receives a collect call informing him of a fight involving a 19-year-old boy who was stabbed. Later he meets someone called Lil infinity who he describes as related to the person he wanted to kill. Ghostface had a rift with Lil infinity because Lil infinity robbed him of his two Polo rugbies; this situation ended in Ghostface knocking Lil infinity's teeth off.


The song is an equivalent of one long paragraph since it consists of Ghostface continuously describing a series of events, and no chorus. Backing track and beats accompany Ghostface's lyrics. The beats are rough, with occasional sounds from the guitar, and the drum pattern is unsteady adding to the brute force of the song. The song is one of many in Ghostface Killah's discography that describes his lifestyle as a young black man in a Brooklyn ghetto while remaining multifaceted through his lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Hold it!
Stop and pay attention!


Now you get out of here, I'm warning you
Don't mess with me, I won't back down


(You bastards can't push us around, wanna fight?)
(I won't let anyone bully me, and I'm ready to fight)


I'll take you on
I'm not afraid to confront my enemies


That nigga's twisted
That person is crazy or disturbed


Stop playing with that clip man
Stop messing around with that gun's magazine


Close them fucking blinds too man, ya know what I'm saying?
Shut the blinds so nobody can see inside, you understand me?


Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man
Hey Don, move away from the stove


Get away from the stove nigga
Move away from the stove, man


Stop playing man, the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Stop messing around and focus on what's important


I'm in the crib watching Larry King Live, the new Gucci's on
I'm at home watching Larry King Live, wearing my new Gucci shoes


Refrigerator, smoking some kush, this nigga's a lighter
I'm smoking marijuana near the refrigerator, using a lighter


Swisher, becoming a roach, go get the glass ashtray
The cigar is almost finished, so bring me the ashtray made of glass


Pour the glass of Crut, tap the bottle then toast
Pour a glass of champagne, tap the bottle, and raise your glass to toast


Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son
My friend Barrie drank some champagne with me, celebrating together


Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
My son, who is almost three years old, tried to fill his bottle and run away


Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting
I received a collect call and was told that some guys are fighting nearby


Some nigga got, knifed up brawling
Someone was stabbed during a fight


Heard the kid was 19, Lil' Infinity too
I heard that a 19-year-old named Lil' Infinity was involved in the fight


His father worked up at the dealer he loved boo
The father of Lil' Infinity worked at a drug dealer's place and had a girlfriend


They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't having it though
They attempted to steal Lil' Infinity's Louis Vuitton item, but he refused to give it up


Yeah, yeah my nigga, the color of glue
Yes, yes my friend, like the color of glue


Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga
I decided to intervene, and suddenly Lil' Infinity tried to attack me


This is like out of the blue
This is sudden and unexpected


I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain
I was in my Range Rover, parked and secured the chain around my neck


Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap
I tried to talk to him, but then I slapped him hard in the face


Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed
I think I broke my wrist in the process, and I'm now at the hospital feeling frustrated


Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check
I injured the hand I use to write, which is the one I rely on for my income


Now I wanna kill this lil' nigga true
I now have a strong desire to kill Lil' Infinity


Only thing that stop my gun flaming cause he related to you
The only thing that stopped me from shooting him was the fact that he's related to you


Who? He ain't related to me
Who? He's not related to me


Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealing my gear
I just knew him for a long time, around 18 years, until he broke my trust by stealing my belongings


If my lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me
If my friend was still around, he would do anything for me


Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me
I would send him to sell drugs in Harlem, and if he got arrested, he wouldn't call me for help


Come home and still blow cats for me
When he'd come back home, he would still sell drugs for me


Pump crack, stabbing all them hoodrat shorties
He would sell and distribute crack cocaine, and also attack promiscuous women in the neighborhood


A live gunslinger well known, born to dance
He was a skilled shooter and known for his violent behavior, and also enjoyed dancing


When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot himself in the groin
When he was in trouble with the law, back in Stapleton, he shot himself in the groin as a way to avoid going to jail


The gun went off, it looked like a flick
The gun accidentally fired, and it seemed like a quick movement


When he fell to the floor, holding his nuts, screaming "God dammit
When he fell to the ground, holding his genitals and yelling "God dammit


Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all looking at me for?
I shot myself in the testicles, why are you staring at me?


Call the police, do something
Someone should call the police, or maybe do something else to help


Motherfuckers standing around, watch when I get better
All these people standing around and watching, just wait until I'm feeling better


All hell's gonna be terror
There will be chaos and destruction


Death to you, you," he pointed at Red
"I wish death upon you," he said, pointing at Red


I said chill that's fam duke
I told him to calm down, since Red is like family


He put real work in that make you cute, fuck that
Red is known for doing dirty work, don't be fooled by his charming look


But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies
Anyway, it's true that he stole two Polo shirts


Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it
He swore on his mother's grave that he didn't take them, but I didn't believe him


Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth
I punched him so hard that some of his teeth came out


Now he's rocking those false joints like everything's peace
Now he's wearing dentures, pretending like nothing happened




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Burt F Bacharach, Corey Todd Woods, Dennis Coles, Hal David, Peter O Phillips

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