Everything’s Gonna Be Alright
Naughty By Nature Lyrics


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(Intro)
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me, huh?

(Chorus)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)

(Verse 1)
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where ANYWAY I didN'T pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, WITH THIS HERE clip, who wanna hit?
I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I'M DOIN' BRAIDS, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip
Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I was a sad one
And always wanted to live like this or that one

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums, I SAID NOW WHY TREACH
Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved, THATS JUST WHAT BEING NICE GETS
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
TO stop THE hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack
Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived
I lived right around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a week i would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was USUALLY home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
Some life, iF you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble IN THAT game that you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
Why me, huh?

(Chorus)

My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
Playin' hide and seek with a machetti SEEKING Freddy'S WIFE
Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than A fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man to man talk CAN JUST WALK DOWN
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
Don't worry, I hit BY A, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
IN TEACHER'S schools, I'm the misfit CHILD AND outlast
But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

(Outro)
If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto




Why me?
(alright)

Overall Meaning

The song Everything's Gonna Be Alright by Naughty By Nature is a narrative that tells the story of an individual who faces difficulties in life. The introduction sets the storyline of the song as the singer narrates a story of a drifter who waits for the best in crosstown, utterly perplexed about why life has to be tough. The chorus emphasizes that everything will be all right, but the lyrics that follow give an account of the difficulties that the individual encountered. The singer laments about getting nothing while others get everything, not knowing his father, and having to deal with a mother who could not afford to raise him. The singer also talks about how difficult it was to get a job due to his nappy hair and having to walk the streets to get money.


The second verse takes a darker turn as there are references to the singer's previous criminal activities, including stealing cars and being in a jail cell. He doesn't want people to pity him, and he expresses his frustration by saying that positive vibes can't relate to his lifestyle. Instead, he wishes for a better life but appears to have lost hope in ever achieving one. The concluding parts express his bitterness towards people who haven't had the same experiences as him and rightfully criticizes the judgmental attitudes they exhibit.


Line by Line Meaning

Smooth it out
Take a moment to calm down and relax


This is a story about the drifter
This is a tale about someone who constantly moves from place to place


Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who endured difficult times in the hope of finding something better in the other side of town


Who never planned on havin' so dick
Who never expected to face so many challenges


Why me, huh?
Why do I always have to go through this?


Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Despite the hardships, everything will turn out fine


Some get a little and some get none
Some people receive a small amount while others receive nothing at all


Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
Some face unfortunate situations while others fail to complete their tasks


I was one who never had and always mad
I was one of those who never had anything and was always angry


Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
I never had a relationship with my dad, and I don't care about him


Where ANYWAY I didN'T pick up, flipped the clip up
In situations where I couldn't find a way out, I would resort to violence


Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
There were numerous robberies because people couldn't control their desire to use their guns


I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
I struggled to find employment because my natural hair was seen as unacceptable


My mother couldn't afford us, she had to throw me out
My mother couldn't support us financially, so she had to kick me out


I walked the strip, WITH THIS HERE clip, who wanna hit?
I walked around with a gun, ready to defend myself if anyone tried to harm me


I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I needed to find a way to survive, even if the money I earned didn't last long


I'M DOIN' BRAIDS, I wasn't paid enough
I started braiding hair, but the pay was insufficient


I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I let my braids grow long because I couldn't afford to get a haircut


I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I was mocked, taken advantage of, and insulted


I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip
I became angry and armed myself with a firearm and extra ammunition


Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
I was even willing to use my gun against someone involved in drug addiction and informants


I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
I'm still living in poverty, so using violence didn't really help


Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
If it weren't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all


Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why did I have to experience such a difficult and unfortunate life


Why when I was a kid and played I was a sad one
Why was I always unhappy as a child while playing


And always wanted to live like this or that one
And always desired to live a life similar to someone else


A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
I was born in a low-income neighborhood, next to public housing


Livin' in the slums with bums, I SAID NOW WHY TREACH
Living in the impoverished area with homeless individuals, I asked myself why I have to go through this


Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
Why do I have to live in such conditions? My mother told me I'm valuable


So I am all worthless, starved, THATS JUST WHAT BEING NICE GETS
So I feel worthless and hungry, that's the result of being kind


Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
There are times when I wish I had enough money to buy a gun


TO stop THE hell, I would've ended things a while ago
To escape the difficult situation, I would've preferred to end my life earlier


I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack
I didn't have much except for a black hat and a backpack


Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
I was involved in various car thefts as part of a group


Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Quit that criminal lifestyle, and now you expect me to be successful in music?


Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived
You want me to say something uplifting? Well, positivity wasn't present in my environment


I lived right around a corner from west hell
I lived near a place that was synonymous with suffering and hardship


Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
Two blocks away from a dangerous area, it felt like living in a prison


The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
There was never any joy or luck in my life


And only once or twice a week i would speak
And I rarely had the opportunity to express myself


I walked alone, my state of mind was USUALLY home
I usually walked alone, lost in my own thoughts


I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
I couldn't maintain a relationship because the women desired a more stable life


Some life, if you ain't wear gold your style was old
What a life—if you didn't wear expensive jewelry, you were seen as outdated


And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
And you gained more respect and status from talking tough than from selling drugs


Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
Absolutely not, I believe there must be a more positive path


But hey, never gamble IN THAT game that you can't play
But hey, don't get involved in a dangerous game that you're not experienced in


I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
I'm struggling, trying to find my flow and figure out what to do


How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
How will I succeed? How will I survive? I won't, that's the reality


My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
Even though I'm in my third year as an adult, I still make foolish choices


I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
My neighbor believes I would be better off dead


I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
All I do is fight and cause trouble in the streets at night


Playin' hide and seek with a machetti SEEKING Freddy'S WIFE
Engaging in dangerous activities with a machete, looking for a person related to Freddy


Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
Some say I'm moving forward, but I feel like nothing but a worthless person


I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
I respond to that with a firearm, who wants to challenge me?


'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Because I've experienced a lot of difficult situations in the past week


Than A fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
More than a fly buzzing around in filth on the pavement


I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
I've been a failure, detached from reality and making terrible choices


Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
That's been my life since birth, oh, you're not aware of the struggles I've faced?


So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
So don't say anything, and please don't claim to understand


All that man to man talk CAN JUST WALK DOWN
All that talk about being tough can be dismissed


If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
If you haven't experienced it yourself, you can't understand it, so stop pretending


And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
And all that talk won't solve the problem, will it?


And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
And the neighborhood fell into chaos, as if someone held up the props and got shot


Don't worry, I hit BY A, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
Don't worry, I struck him rapidly, and he fell to the ground like a coward


But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
But I'm the one who has been branded as an outsider


IN TEACHER'S schools, I'm the misfit CHILD AND outlast
Even in educational institutions, I'm the out-of-place and misunderstood student


But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
But I'm fine with dealing with difficulties, I'll fight back


That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
That's the consequence you face for messing with someone from the ghetto


If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
If you've never experienced life in the ghetto


Don't ever come to the ghetto
Don't ever venture into the ghetto


'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
Because you won't comprehend the struggles of living in the ghetto


And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
And stay away from the ghetto


Why me?
Why is it always happening to me?




Writer(s): BROWN VINCENT E, CRISS ANTHONY SHAWN, GIST KEIR LAMONT, FORD VINCENT

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To the younger generation...Welcome to real hip hop.

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The beat is so danceable yet I can't help but listen to the story he's telling. This is a masterpiece.

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Absolutely. Treach’s dope flow, gritty & raw, together with Kay Gee’s upbeat skills make it a classic 🎵

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