Ghostface Killah is critically acclaimed for his loud, fast-paced flow, and his stream-of-consciousness narratives containing cryptic slang and non-sequiturs.
Ghostface Killah was raised in the Stapleton housing projects in Staten Island, New York. In his autobiographical song "All That I Got Is You", Ghost tells the story of his childhood. He raps about how he grew up in a three bedroom apartment without his father, who left him at the age of six. Apparently, his mother had nine children.
His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing.
He was also a close friend of the three founding members of Wu-tang clan
The Watch
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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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
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
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@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!