Shakey Dog
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?
I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time
Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit
This Theodore shit, y'all niggas know what time it is and shit
Y'nah mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know

Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke
Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted
Whip smelling like fish from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips
I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys
Got the Montana pulled in front of the store
Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank
The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put
Fuck them niggas on the block they shook, most of them won't look
They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks
Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady that lady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway
Damn she look pretty old Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven
She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding
Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in
3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door
You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you
Why? Why you behind me leery?
Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you
You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude
Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit
Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it
Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a carry it
Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott
This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?
These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son
Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice
Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growling yo I want some
Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door
Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face
Push me in quickly when the bitch open up
Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie
No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me
Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door
The door flew open, dude had his mouth open
Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin'
Told him Freeze! lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him
Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast
His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon
Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth
Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat
Give up the coke! But the bitch wouldn't listen
I'm on the floor like holy shit! Watching my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz
He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin'
Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared
Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air
Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear
Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first
Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon
The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves
The big one had the centipede stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out




The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out
To be continued

Overall Meaning

The song "Shakey Dog" by Ghostface Killah tells the story of a dangerous robbery gone awry. The lyrics portray a vivid picture of the singer, presumably Ghostface Killah himself, and his accomplice, Frank, planning and executing a robbery of a drug dealer's apartment. The song starts with Ghostface instructing his listeners to buckle up and get ready for a real-life account of his gangsta lifestyle. He then describes himself and Frank driving around New York City, getting high, and preparing for the robbery.


The lyrics go on to describe how the two robbers get to the apartment and how they handle their encounter with the drug dealer and his wife. The situation quickly turns violent, and Frank ends up killing some of the people in the apartment. The singer, Ghostface, is left shaken and scared by the events that have transpired. The song ends with a cliffhanger, leaving the listener wondering what will happen next.


Overall, the lyrics to "Shakey Dog" are a graphic and detailed account of the dangers of the street life. The language is raw and explicit, painting a vivid picture of the violence and danger that is a constant part of Ghostface's life.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?
Hey everyone! What's going on?


I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time
Get ready for some serious stuff


Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit
I'm about to take you on a journey through some true events


This Theodore shit, y'all niggas know what time it is and shit
This is serious business, you know the stakes


Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
I'm traveling back and forth in my car throughout uptown


60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
It costs me $60 plus a toll to take a taxi


Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke
I'm wearing a big puffy coat and people around me are smoking


Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted
Loud music is playing and an Arab man is smoking weed in the car


Whip smelling like fish from 125th
The car smells like fish from the 125th street area


Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs
I'm enjoying some food and smoking marijuana


Back seat with my leg all stiff
I'm sitting in the back seat with my leg cramped


Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
I'm telling the person in the front seat to move, and I have tartar sauce on my shoes


Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips
I'm consuming drugs while loading up my gun


I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys
I'm preparing for a fight and need to contact my associates from Cuba


Got the Montana pulled in front of the store
I parked the car in front of a store


Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank
I checked my gun as usual and signaled for my friend Frank


The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put
It's time to act, take off your hood and tell the driver to wait for us


Fuck them niggas on the block they shook, most of them won't look
Those guys on the block are scared and won't confront us


They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks
They're pretending to be tough, but they don't know how to pull off a robbery


Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot
Be careful for the police officers on foot patrol


Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady that lady with the shopping cart
The entrance is right ahead, notice that lady with the shopping cart


She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway
She has a shotgun ready in the hallway


Damn she look pretty old Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven
She looks pretty old, Ghostface names her and clarifies she is around 77 and works for Kevin


She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding
She avenged her family on her boss's wedding when she killed Kevin's brother-in-law


Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in
She fled to Venezuela when the police started investigating


3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door
We need to be on the third floor and look for the room at the end of the hallway, and be mindful of the kids


You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you
You look nervous, and I can't do a robbery with you


Why? Why you behind me leery?
Why are you walking behind me nervously?


Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you
The other guy is stuttering because you have the bigger gun


You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude
You're a lunatic, small guy in the hoodie


Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit
You're acting funny, like the Three Stooges


Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it
This is serious crime, and you'll be responsible for the drugs, murder, and jail time


Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a carry it
I'll take all the cash with me


Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott
I'll hide it in a jelly can and break it into smaller amounts in a hotel room


This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?
We're at the location, is your gun loaded and ready?


These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son
These guys on the couch are losers watching TV


Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice
They're having rum, fried plantains, and rice


Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growling yo I want some
They have a delicious meal of steak and onions, and I'm getting hungry


Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door
Wait, someone is coming, hide behind me, they're knocking at the door


Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face
Act like you're robbing me, put the weapon to my face


Push me in quickly when the bitch open up
Push me in quickly when the door opens


Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun
Remember, we don't know this guy, shoot him if he reaches for a gun


Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie
Who's there? It's Tony. Just a second, friend


No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me
You know you're supposed to call me no matter what the weather is like


Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door
Frank opened the lock, pushed me into the door


The door flew open, dude had his mouth open
The door opened, and the guy was stunned


Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin'
He was frozen in place, and his gun was visible


Told him Freeze! lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment
I commanded him to freeze, lie down, and not resist


Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him
Frank took his gun, slapped him, asked him questions


Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast
Where is the money, drugs, and crack? Get them if you don't want to die


His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon
His wife stood up and spoke Spanish, holding her large breasts and the gun


Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth
She ran into the kitchen and fired a shot, then kicked the gun


Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat
She broke her wrist and dropped the gun


Give up the coke! But the bitch wouldn't listen
Drop the drugs! But she refused to listen


I'm on the floor like holy shit! Watching my man Frank get busy
I'm on the floor in shock, watching Frank deal with the situation


He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz
He was in the zone, and killed the guy's associate


He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin'
He released his pitbull dog, named Bruno with sharp teeth


Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared
The dog is drooling, and I'm frightened


Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air
Frank was yelling and shooting up in the air


Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear
He missed the dog, and the bullet grazed my ear while ricocheting off the fridge


Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first
He killed the dog and ran towards the bathroom backwards


Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon
Frank shot the doorman twice


The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves
The cocaine is hidden in the vacuum, he got to the bathroom to face his critical point


The big one had the centipede stab wound
The bigger guy is injured from a centipede bite


Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out
Frank shot and killed the skinny guy


The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out
The bigger guy shot and killed Frank as a retaliation


To be continued
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Lyrics © Radio Tele Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Corey Woods, Nick Movshon, Todd Simon, Leon Marcus Michels, Dennis D. Coles, Levar R. Coppin, Deleno Sean Matthews, Dennis Coles, Lewis Parker

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