Doo Rags
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Pushing drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watching niggas swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical Afros
Acuras pumping Super Lover Cee and Casanova
Live chicks be, asses busting out of they clothes
Wearing lip gloss, big door knockers pealing they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island busting, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island busting, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, right?

Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
In army boots, yelling "Join the armed forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's still a lot of naked crawling in the corporate offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
They won't be serving the beast too long
The murderers wearing police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancing to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin' they nose
In frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
With fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be having us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And all these shorties coming up just resurrect your life
It's like a cycle

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island busting, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island busting, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, right?

Niggas used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, buying hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegrating
'Til awareness started penetrating
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes making liquor
Just to prove we some creative niggas
Turning nothing into something, is God work
And you get nothing without struggle and hard work
War is necessary to my niggas in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wanting y'all to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and getting blunted
Do your body right and it loves you back
You only get one life, and yo because of that
I'm still blazing, going out for the 'cause
Still rocking stocking caps, not for the waves, obeying no laws
And it's like that

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island busting, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island busting, still packed, what's the word?




The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, right?

Overall Meaning

The song "Doo Rags" by Nas is a reflection of his experiences growing up in the 80s and witnessing the socio-political struggles of the time. He begins by reminiscing about the 80s, a time of innocence for him where he used to watch niggas swing razors at Apollo balcony seats and basketball was everything. But he is also aware of the harsh realities of gun violence and federal interference in the neighborhoods where he played basketball. The chorus is a reflection of the cyclical nature of societal issues, with the doo rags, and fitted hats representing a throwback to the past of oppression and struggles that still persist in his community.


Nas’ lyrics go on to detail the political thuggery that pervaded life in his community, where the authorities urged young people like him to join the armed forces, promising them economic opportunities. But with the aftermath of the Vietnam War, broken promises, and the need for escapism, self-destruction became a prevalent coping mechanism. The crack epidemic was taking hold in America, and gangs were rising to power, forcing young Black men to choose between jail time or their safety. Nas believes that society has regressed, with many of the Black neighborhoods being torn apart by violence and poverty. But he’s still optimistic, going out for the cause, still rocking stocking caps, and hoping for change one day.


Line by Line Meaning

Pushing drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
Cruising around in convertibles, listening to Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80s made us all behave like animals


Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
The youngest and toughest kids in the neighborhood played baseball


That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
The times were strange, and I carried a firearm for protection


Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
I had a hairstyle that combined elements of X-Clan and dreadlocks


Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
There were frequent murders and police activity where I played basketball


That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
I questioned whether I was in the neighborhood to make a difference, or simply because I had no other options


'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
The poverty and hardship of the neighborhood were obvious to everyone, even the blind


Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
I was advised to stay resilient and overcome the challenges of life


'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
I used to watch shows at the Apollo Theater from the balcony seats


Watching niggas swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
I witnessed people fighting with knives at the Apollo, then carrying that violence to the streets


The car show, 560's, chemical Afros
The car show featured trendy cars like the BMW 560, and the popular hairstyle was a chemical Afro


Acuras pumping Super Lover Cee and Casanova
People played Super Lover Cee and Casanova loudly from their Acuras


Live chicks be, asses busting out of they clothes
Girls dressed provocatively, revealing their curvy figures


Wearing lip gloss, big door knockers pealing they earlobes
Girls wore lip gloss and large hoop earrings that jangled against their earlobes


So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
I wonder where the good times and cheap beer went


But now them shorties here doe, so
But now there are new generations of young people


Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
Politicians dressed in business suits encourage us to use violence


In army boots, yelling "Join the armed forces!"
Soldiers in military boots aggressively recruit young people to enlist


We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
The US lost the Vietnam War, and many veterans are now struggling with drug addiction


Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
Veterans are getting addicted to drugs instead of receiving the great financial gain they were promised


There's still a lot of naked crawling in the corporate offices
There's still a lot of corruption and deceit in corporate workplaces


War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
The struggles of the ghetto lead to infighting among ourselves, which makes it easy for others to oppress and exploit us


They won't be serving the beast too long
The corrupt leaders in power will eventually fall


The murderers wearing police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
The police force is filled with murderers who wear uniforms, and I protest their use of Confederate symbols


Beat Street breakers were dancing to the music I chose
Dancers were breaking to the beat of the music I picked out


And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin' they nose
Drug addicts on Peachtree Atlantic were snorting cocaine


In frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
In Chicago's most dangerous neighborhoods, children as young as teenagers are carrying loaded firearms


With fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
Carrying powerful firearms like .44 and double-action revolvers


We devil incarnates, headed for jail
We are seen as demonic figures and are inevitably going to end up in prison


Where Shell gas company in South Africa be having us killed
The Shell gas company is having activists in South Africa killed for protesting their actions


Your paper money was the death of Christ
Money and capitalism are so corrupt and destructive that Jesus would have been killed because of it


And all these shorties coming up just resurrect your life
Seeing young people growing up reminds me of the need to fight for a better future


It's like a cycle
The struggles of life and society just repeat themselves


Niggas used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
Black people used to wear rags on their hair when styling it with chemicals


That's when we were lied to, buying hair products
We were deceived into thinking that buying hair products was necessary


Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegrating
Before my time, my community was losing its sense of pride in being black


'Til awareness started penetrating
Until people became more conscious and began to wake up to the issues facing our community


The styles come from prison, they used potatoes making liquor
Many popular styles and cultural practices originated in prison, such as making alcohol from potatoes


Just to prove we some creative niggas
We are so creative that we can make something out of nothing, even in prison


Turning nothing into something, is God work
Creating something valuable from nothing is miraculous and godly


And you get nothing without struggle and hard work
Nothing worthwhile comes without effort and difficulty


War is necessary to my niggas in chains
My fellow black people who are oppressed and imprisoned need to fight back in order to gain their liberation


From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wanting y'all to know one thing
From Greene Correctional Facility to Sing-Sing prison, I want people to understand something


The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Forgiving others is incredibly difficult, but God is capable of it


Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves
Even people who have committed horrible crimes are loved by God


Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
If you take a step towards God, he will meet you halfway


Even when all else fail, God support you
Even when everything else falls apart, God will still provide support


I done it, got God sun on my stomach
I have accomplished things, and I have a tattoo of the sun on my stomach that represents life and growth


My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and getting blunted
My heart and lungs have been damaged from drinking Hennessy and smoking weed


Do your body right and it loves you back
Take care of your body, and it will reward you


You only get one life, and yo because of that
You only have one life, and that's why it's so valuable


I'm still blazing, going out for the 'cause
I'm still smoking weed, and I'm fighting for a greater purpose


Still rocking stocking caps, not for the waves, obeying no laws
I'm still wearing hats, not to get waves in my hair, but because I don't follow anyone's rules


The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
People are wearing doo rags, fitted hats, jackets with snorkels, and fur coats


Riker's Island busting, still packed, what's the word?
The prison on Riker's Island is still overcrowded - what's new?


The drinkers stay drinking, or puffin they herb
People who drink and smoke weed will continue to do so


And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, one mo' time
And I'm still living life to the fullest, one more time


And I'm, still enjoying life's ride, right?
And I'm still enjoying life's journey, am I right?




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LARRY R. GATES, MICHELLE LYNN BELL, NASIR JONES

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