The Juks
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Yo roll, yo' roll
My roll, my roll
Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son
My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here (yo Keisha!)
Aiyo, tell that bitch Keisha come here man (two dutches, holler, holler)
Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn
(It's on a breathin', it's slice on, I want that honey's bracelet)
They gettin' it over there

Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank
Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?
Six bitches, to the top
A four and better, beat the five
I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice
Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life
Money feed good, all downs is a bet
Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet
Open up the pool, get a dicin' room
Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room
That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic
If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass
Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me
And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me
He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen
With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats
I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves
The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans
Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three
Come in the buildin', nigga

Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)
Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success)

Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's
So you know what happened to him
He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers
Ex-killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla
I hold my own and rep my niggas
Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas
Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures
He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin'
So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance
And I survive through project experience
You wanna roll dice or roll and ride?
No matter, you gon' get holes inside
See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni
You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin
You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang
Wu, you fuckin' with them?
Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim?
So I'mma pop my collar, get my dollars
Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars
You know what I mean? Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers

Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)
Get your dollar (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success)
Pop all collars (you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your collar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more)

Been off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm
Everything good, money on wood
Bank stoppers, I send them home broke
Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat
I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call
Watch you break your all, big sixes 'cause I'm a nigga who don't like to fall
High roller, see how my dice kiss
Push you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch
I rocks, believe it or not
Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot
Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot
What's in the pop? A hunnid G's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped
My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked
Four, five, six your heart drop, way deep in your socks
You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop
The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot

Pop your collar (do whatever you do best, yo)
Get your dollar (up the ladder to the hill of success)




Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your collar (pop us, do us, eat nigga eat)

Overall Meaning

The song "The Juks" by Ghostface Killah is a typical rap song depicting the street subculture around the time of the release. The song tells the story of a dice game and "rolling" or "shaking" dice to bet money against other players. The opening lines set up the scenario: Ghostface sends Maurice to fetch some cigars and calls Keisha to come to his house. He then proceeds to describe the ongoing game, talking about the amount of money involved and the various bets that are being made. The chorus encourages the player to "pop their collar" and "get their dollar," which is essentially an expression of having confidence and swagger while making money.


As the song progresses, Ghostface describes his own winning strategies, emphasizing his expertise in the game of dice. He references his reputation as a rap artist and his street credibility and warns other players against trying to cheat him. The chorus repeats itself several times during the song, reiterating the theme of making money and having confidence.


Overall, the song is a snapshot of the street culture of the time and emphasizes the importance of being able to make money and hold your own in the face of competition. It's also an ode to the art of gambling and the thrill of betting in a high-stakes environment.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo roll, yo' roll
Roll the dice, it's your turn


My roll, my roll
I'm rolling the dice now


Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son
Maurice, go to the store for me


My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here (yo Keisha!)
I'll roll the dice, but first tell Keisha to come here


Aiyo, tell that bitch Keisha come here man (two dutches, holler, holler)
I said tell Keisha to come here (get me two cigars and shout loudly)


Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn
Some guys are gambling for money over there


(It's on a breathin', it's slice on, I want that honey's bracelet)
(The dice are ready, stakes are high, I want to win that girl's bracelet)


They gettin' it over there
They're winning over there


Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank
Hey, what's at stake? Three million dollars in the bank


Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?
Shoot the dice, do you want to stop?


Six bitches, to the top
Trying to get six points to win


A four and better, beat the five
We need at least four, five is not good enough


I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice
I stared at him and took the dice


Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life
I'll get five or better twice to save your life


Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet
If you drop money, it's a bet


Open up the pool, get a dicin' room
Let's play dice in a private room


Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room
Ok ladies, use diapers and use the nice room


That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic
I told you that girl isn't afraid of tight spaces, she's lucky


If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass
If you're betting your ass, you're risking everything


Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me
No, I have the money, and I have one with me


And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me
Von is coming to get me with it too


He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen
He just contacted me, he'll be here in fifteen minutes


With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats
With those two things, a grey Benz and maroon seats


I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves
I have 250 thousand dollars in each of my shirt sleeves


The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans
The rest is in my long johns, boots, and jeans


Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three
Come into the building, I need a 3 before I pay


Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)
Show off, do what you do best


Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success)
You're on your way to success, show off


Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's
Hey, he had 3 points and bet 3 million dollars


So you know what happened to him
You can guess what happened to him


He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers
He lost three rounds, we're all former drug dealers


Ex-killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla
We're former killers and we'll fight to death for money


I hold my own and rep my niggas
I can handle myself and represent my friends


Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas
I keep my guns well-maintained and check my triggers


Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures
I sometimes call my lawyer just to make sure my finances are in order


He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin'
He assured me that all of my checks are being cleared


So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance
Who cares about my rhymes, I look good


And I survive through project experience
I made it through the projects with my experiences


You wanna roll dice or roll and ride?
Do you want to play dice, or roll and escape?


No matter, you gon' get holes inside
Either way, you'll end up with bullet holes


See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni
You're messing with a man named Theodore Dieni


You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin
You're messing with a metaphorical kingpin


You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang
You're messing with us, the Wu-Tang Clan


Wu, you fuckin' with them?
Are you messing with the Wu-Tang Clan?


Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim?
Do you want me to shoot you to make you skinny?


So I'mma pop my collar, get my dollars
I'll show off and get my money


Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars
Show off and mess with people who know money


Been off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm
I've been drinking Jack Daniel's and rolling the dice confidently


Everything good, money on wood
Everything's going well, money is at stake


Bank stoppers, I send them home broke
I'll clear the bank, and send everyone else home with no money


Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat
They'll be betting their clothes trying to win their money back


I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call
I'll take it all, minimum bet is $50, your call


Watch you break your all, big sixes 'cause I'm a nigga who don't like to fall
I'll make you lose everything, and get 6's because I don't like to lose


High roller, see how my dice kiss
I'm a high roller, watch how my dice hit the table


Push you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch
If I roll, you'll pay me. If I get three of a kind, you pay me double


I rocks, believe it or not
I'm good at this, believe it or not


Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot
You'll come to a dice game broke and leave with money


Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot
You'll only see headshots when I'm on fire


What's in the pop? A hunnid G's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped
What's at stake? $100,000 goes to the bank, to the winner who stops rolling


My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked
My hand is like a gun, you can feel the power when I hold the dice


Four, five, six your heart drop, way deep in your socks
When I roll 4, 5, 6, you'll feel your heart drop, all the way down to your socks


You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop
If you don't want to lose, walk away now


The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot
You're paying for drinks tonight, from my friends in the spot




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group
Written by: DENNIS DAVID COLES, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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Comments from YouTube:

Jeff Coleman

1 of the best tracks EVER!!!Superb Is the most slept on

Eric Eads

Rest in Peace Lord Superb

凍結數據

Heard he wrote that first verse too. Damn Ghost. Say it ain’t so.

KING ANDREW LUKE LEVY

🙏🏾

J Kool

Authentic raw hiphop

Relax with Nini

I call my lawyer just to check my figures, told me not to worry, all checks are clearing...LOVE TRACK 10

Jay David

Superb's verse was PERFECT, made the previous two look so ordinary. His flow reminded me of Jadakiss.

Raul Cortes Jr

Superb was the 2nd verse, Trife had the 3rd. They all went in, but I felt Superb had the better verse because of his unorthodox flow.

Strictly HighGrade

PEACE BE UPON LORD SUPERB

George Dennis

We, The Real Hip Hop Delegates would like to Thank...GFK, Trife, Superb & The Alchemist.

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