Fried Chicken Feat. Busta Rhyms
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Uh, lawd lawd Jah
What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?)
Uh, shh, lawd lawd Jah
Hahaha
Shit is all true

Mmm, fried chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a ki'
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
All the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold metal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
You in your hot tub I'm looking at you salivating
Dry you off I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down 'cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock to the bed then plop
When we done I need rest
Don't know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your breasts
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
You gonna be a nigga death
Mrs. Fried Chicken you was my addiction
Dripping with hot cholest-
Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his to-mato pasta
What roti is to a rasta
Trapping me, you and your friend mac' and cheese
Candy yams collard greens but you knocking me to my knees
It's killing me when I'm this high
Nothing I need more than a fish fry

Shit it taste good I can't lie
It's like you're walking out the tanning salon
When I pull you out the oven from baking I got you on my mind
Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazing how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
Hey my pretty ham hock
It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
To massaging me to shower you with lemon water
Marinate you with seasoning and dipping you in chowder
Baby it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
While enjoying your butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger frequent
In any event, I'm reflecting on all the signs
That I got saying that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you that you would taste made you hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but that's another issue
Butterflies up in my stomach, when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection manifesting
Confused over the feeling, impatiently eating you
Trichina worm chewing on the wall of my intestine
I'm a eat you until there's nothing left
Until my very last breath, you gon' be a nigga death
Despite I prepare it the best specialize in cooking swine as a chef
You gonna be a nigga death
Who cares if the swine is mixed with rat, cat and dog combined
Yes, I'm a eat the shit to death

Ain't that some shit
I'm a eat some shit until what I'm eating kills me




And I choose to do that, why?
'Cause that's just what niggas do

Overall Meaning

The song "Fried Chicken" by Nas featuring Busta Rhymes is a song about their addiction and love for fried chicken. They describe how the dish is bad for their health, but they crave it nevertheless. The song starts with Nas questioning what he should do while referring to the addictive and unhealthy nature of the dish.


The lyrics go on to describe the process of how the fried chicken is made, from rubbing on hot oil to being marinated in seasoning, creating a visual image of the dish. The chorus includes the line "Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death," referencing the negative effects that the dish can have on one's health, particularly in the African American community.


Busta Rhymes adds a verse describing how irresistible the dish is for him and how it's hard to resist putting his mouth on it. He personifies the dish, describing it as a spa treatment with a butter milk coating and lemon water. Despite knowing the risk, he still eats it until his last breath.


Overall, the song serves as a commentary on food addiction and the health implications of consuming unhealthy foods regularly, particularly in communities where fast food and fried chicken are served often. It also touches on the cultural significance of fried chicken in the African American community.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, lawd lawd Jah
Oh, God, Lord Jah


What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?)
What am I supposed to do?


Uh, shhh, lawd lawd Jah
Oh, be quiet God, Lord Jah


Hahaha
laughing sound


Shit is all true
It's all true


Mmm, Fried chicken
Yummy, fried chicken


Fly vixen
Attractive woman


Give me
Provide me


Heart Disease
A medical condition affecting the heart


But need
However, I desire


You in my kitchen
You're in my cooking area


You a bird, but you ain't a ki
You're a bird, but not a kiwi


Got wings but you can't fly away from me
You have wings but can't escape from me


Driving in your bucket seats
Sitting in your car seats


From Kentucky
From the state of Kentucky


To fuck with me
To come to me


Look what you done to me
See what you've caused me to do


Was number one to me!
You used to be very important to me


After you shower
Once you've cleaned yourself


You and your gold medal flour
You and your brand of flour


Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour
You then rub it with hot oil for 30 minutes


You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating
You're in a hot tub and I'm drooling while staring at you


Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
I'll dry you off with a paper towel


Lay you down cause you're red hot
I'll lay you down as you're steaming hot


Louisiana style you make my head rot
Cook you in Louisiana style until my brain becomes dull


Then I flock
Then I follow


To the bed then, "Plop"
To the bed afterwards, plopping down


When we done, I need rest
When we're finished, I'll need to rest


Don't know a part of you that I love best
I can't choose which part of you I love most


Your legs or your breast
Whether your legs or breasts


Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you'll lead to a black person's death


Created by southern black women
Cooked by black women from the Southern US


To serve massa, guest
To serve as a slave or for guests


You was my addiction
You were my addiction


Dripping with cholest'
Laden with cholesterol


Like Greeks with his felafel
As Greeks love their falafel


Or Italians with his to-mato
Like Italians love their tomato


Pasta
Pasta


Or roti is to a Rasta
Or roti is to a Rastafarian


Trapping me
Captivating me


You and your friend mac and cheese
You and your friend Mr. Mac and Cheese


Candy yams, collard greens
Candied yams and collard greens


But you knocking me to my knees
Making me weak or overwhelming me


It's killing me when I miss, ah
Causing me agony when I miss it


Nothing I need more than a fish fry
I desire nothing more than a fish fry


Shit, It taste good, I can't lie
It tastes good, I'm not lying


It's like you're walking out a tanning saloon
You look like you're leaving a tanning salon


When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind
When I take you out of the oven, I'm thinking about how I baked you


Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
Applying lotion all over your cooked body


So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
You look incredible when I glaze you


Hey, my pretty hand hot, it's so feminine
My pretty hand is hot, and it's feminine


The way you submitting
The way you're presenting yourself


And how you gave me power
And how you make me feel so powerful


To massaging me to shower
To rub me before a shower


You with lemon water
You with lemons and water


Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder
Marinate you with seasoning and dip you in chowder


It's like you at the spa
It's like you're at a spa


The way you gently
The way you softly


Lay in the pan
Lie in the pan


While you enjoying you butter milk treatment
While you're enjoying your butter and milk treatment


I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling
I watch the grease sizzling and bubbling


On your skin
On your cooked skin


Despite the funny fragrance
Despite the strange smell


Still I lick my finger frequent
I keep licking my fingers


In any event
In any case


I'm reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn't fuck with you
I think about all the signs telling me to avoid you


But the way you taste made it hard to resist when I put my mouth on you
But your taste makes it difficult to resist when I eat you


But that's another issue
But that's a separate matter


But it FLIES up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you
But it makes my stomach churn when I see you


Was it infection manifesting?
Was it an infection growing?


Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you
Confused by my impatience to eat you


Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine
Intestinal worm eating the inside of my intestines


I'ma eat you until there's nothing left
I'm going to eat you until there's nothing left


Til my very last breath
Until my final breath


Despite your good appearance
Despite you looking delicious


Cooking swine as a chef
Cooking pork as a chef


Who cares if the swine
Who cares if the pork


Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
Is combined with rat, cat, and dog meat?


Yes, I eat the shit to death
Yes, I'll eat it until I die


Ain't that some shit?
Isn't that surprising?


I'ma eat some shit
I'm going to eat some food


Until what I'm eating kills me!
Until the food I'm eating causes my death!


And I choose to do that
And I choose to eat that food


Why?
Why?


Cause that's just what niggas do
Because that's just what black people do




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Victor Axelrod, Thomas Brenneck, David Guy, Ian Hendrickson-Smith, Nasir Jones, Bosco Mann, Nick Movshon, Mark Ronson, Trevor Smith, Homer Steinweiss, Franklin Stribling, Neal Sugarman

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@palestar55

This song is way deeper that a lot of people think

@thechicagorambo4288

waaaay tooo deep!

@iDewThis4Yu

Am I missing something?

@hohepahape8625

@@iDewThis4Yu most definately you are its both beautiful and hurtful at the same time

@iDewThis4Yu

@@hohepahape8625 nah…I really don’t think I am I think it’s just a corny ass way to deliver the message.

@frie2884

Facts

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@kay-uw5lt

this whole album is underrated.

@charleslyons6196

Drastically underrated facts 💯

@Mitchell4131

Its his best album

@kay-uw5lt

@@Mitchell4131I can see why you say that, what makes it more impressive is he dropped back to back concept albums.

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