The Watch
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?

Them drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my shit?
Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit
Son, you ain't got my shit?

Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is gone
Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the

I started buggin' out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
Gleamin' little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded

Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets

The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint

Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet
Bitch spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce

Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face
She pulled out two white owls
Everybody back the fuck up, move
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon

Pah, with you and your dudes
If my shit come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Niggas pulled out tools

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We just lost about mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch

Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off those chains
The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin'
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke

The owner slid through beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the vote

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody

Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We just lost about mansion in here

And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

Eh yo, eh yo, shit got real that night
Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his head
(Oh shit, nigga he got a Magnum)
Yo we all holdin', rollin'

Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him
Watchin' niggas foldin'
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off the wheelchair nigga got him and ran

Surround the don, full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and gone
(Yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up

Matter of fact nigga, line the fuck up
Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his meat

Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak




Corey pulled the truck up, see-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up
Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka

Overall Meaning

Ghostface Killah's song The Watch is a story about a group of drug gangsters who have lost their expensive watches, worth $85,000. The song starts with the lead rapper uttering the famous words, “Oh shit, where's my watch at?” The gangsters start to panic and accuse each other of taking it before realizing that it’s missing. The crew waste no time in looking for the watch, asking anyone and everyone if they have seen it.


As the story unfolds, the tension builds, and the gangsters become more determined to find their missing watch. They even threaten violence if the watch isn't returned. By the end of the song, there's been a shoot-out, and the bartender has a shotgun. Ghostface Killah’s lyrics convey the sense of paranoia and anxiety that come when something valuable is lost, especially when the stakes are high.


Overall, The Watch is a glimpse into the life of a drug dealer who lives by a code of loyalty and honor. The song is a story about the consequence of living a life of crime, where trust and betrayal play a significant role.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
I can't find my watch and I'm frustrated and annoyed


Nah man, nah man, hell nah
No way, absolutely not


These bitches is frontin'
These women are pretending or lying


The fuck the shit go?
What the hell is happening?


Them drug gangstas
Those drug dealers


Yo son, you got my shit?
Hey, friend, do you have my belongings?


Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit
No, friend, I don't have your belongings


Son, you ain't got my shit?
Friend, you really don't have my belongings?


Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit
No, man, I don't have your belongings


Yo, son, my shit is gone
Hey, friend, my belongings are missing


Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
Listen, man, I really don't have your belongings


Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the
Lex, are you certain you didn't leave it in the


I started buggin' out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
I became agitated, lost focus, and only half of my joint is lit


Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit
I handed it off and rubbed my ski hat, expressing surprise


My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
My joint fell, did you see my watch?


Gleamin' little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
The young guy had a dumb look on his face, clearly high


Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
Hey, I'm exhausted, frustrated, hungry, and annoyed


And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
And I'm angry because these guys are testing me


Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
Did something fall from your hand, man? I'm suspicious of people looking guilty


After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets
After that, I'm searching people's pockets


The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
My watch, you assholes, yeah, you guys have my belongings


Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Hey, Lex, we're like family, I assisted you in acquiring your belongings


Then help me find my shit
Then assist me in finding my belongings


Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Observing and suspecting every phony person in the place


Break out, find my shit
Escape and search for my belongings


Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Yeah, now I've been robbed, I sense it


Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet
Many women passing by the guy attempting to deceive or trick


Bitch spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce
Woman explain it clearly, listen, leave, go away


Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face
Smoked an ounce of weed in front of the woman


She pulled out two white owls
She took out two white cigars


Everybody back the fuck up, move
Everyone step back and move away


Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon
Chef, you're acting uncontrollably and recklessly


Pah, with you and your dudes
Come on, with you and your friends


If my shit come up, cool
If my belongings resurface, that's great


Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Actually, click, click, click, click


Niggas pulled out tools
People took out weapons


Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Hey, turn off the lights immediately


Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
Pass the illumination, tell the DJ to turn off the music


We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We have important messages, we want all of you to hear them clearly


We just lost about mansion in here
We just experienced a significant setback in this place


And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
And hey, if we don't retrieve it, there will be trouble


Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Then my friends will respond aggressively and that will cause issues


Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
We've lost $85,000, we have a major problem


Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em
Nobody is leaving this place alive until we locate them


Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it
Excuse me, ma'am, I will not tolerate it


I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
I hit him with a gun, and the person fell to the ground


Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Then I walked away, dropped something in the process


Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
I was wearing custom-made Courdouroy Bailey shoes with cream stitching


Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Shoes with great power that can cause destruction


Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off those chains
Rae's watch is missing, remove your boots and chains


The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin'
The overweight fool believed I was joking, so I began shooting


Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
Women fell to the floor, bottles shattered


The owner slid through beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
The owner approached with an argument, and Duke threw the gun to his throat


We brought the noise like we here to promote
We caused a scene as if we were promoting something


My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes
My friend better receive his belongings within four or five minutes


Yo we're leavin' with the vote
Hey, we're leaving with everything we came for


A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin'
A criminal's success, thirteen casualties and still increasing


Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
Large shotguns, deadly when they come into contact with bodies


We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby
We also accomplished our goals, we reached the area of jealousy


Our last four or five shots we see nobody
In our recent shots, we haven't hit anyone


Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his head
Power seized him, Vine hit him hard in his head


(Oh shit, nigga he got a Magnum)
(Oh shit, man he has a large gun)


Yo we all holdin', rollin'
Hey, we're all armed and ready


Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him
Capture a person, search them if they act tough, and if necessary, shoot them


Watchin' niggas foldin'
Observing people surrendering


The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
The bartender is holding a shotgun


Let off the wheelchair nigga got him and ran
Shot the guy in the wheelchair and he escaped


Surround the don, full body armor automatically on
Encircle the boss, fully protected by body armor


The faggots passed off the watch and gone
The individuals passed the watch to each other and disappeared


(Yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit)
(Hey, you guys aren't finding anything)


Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up
Hey, where is the loudmouth? People approach


Matter of fact nigga, line the fuck up
Actually, guys, form a line right now


Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
A guy attempted to attack us, but he backed down


Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Man, he raised his arm initially, but then he didn't follow through


Two shot G's pealed his meat
Two shots, bullets tore into his flesh


Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
Let's see, guys attempted to act like my crew is vulnerable


Corey pulled the truck up, see-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up
Corey drove the truck forward, bumped into this person, and destroyed it completely


Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka
Some people will exploit others and even lose their lives in this situation




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, J. BRATCHER

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@brittanygarrison8030

One of the illest and most slept on tracks ever. Wu Tang Forever.

@worldlfree

What does nice girl like you know about this Wu???

@martinfoy9327

Agreed. He gets into it with his watch 👑👑👑

@romeomeade-ortiz8552

One of my favorites

@bimestman

Slept! This is nasty!

@edavis8560

I remember getting this on a mix CD in 2001. Love GFK 🔥🔥🔥

@mr6ft544

Word me too I forgot about this track until they did the versus

@irocjays

Dj clue Stadium series 3

@SportsInVegas

Stadium was hard af (pause)

@internetisnotreal

one of the most vicious rap pieces i ever heard! Dam Ghost!

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