He was given the name Papoose by his grandmother because of his childhood resemblance to an American Indian child. Inspired by rap legends Rakim, Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane, he has been well respected on the underground hip-hop circuit for a long period of time now.
In early 2006, his StreetSweepers crew linked up with Busta Rhymes' Flipmode Inkprint to co-executive produce Papoose's first official album. On August 24, 2006, his official website officially announced that he signed with Jive Records, a deal which, according to his management's official website was worth $1.5 million.
Papoose has recently become known for engaging in charity work, visiting sick children and donated to causes including the Make-A-Wish Foundation and to various Hurricane Katrina charities.
On September 19, 2007 DJ Kay Slay announced that Papoose and himself have parted ways from Jive records. "We have officially gotten our release from Jive fuckin records. It was like a fuckin year of hell... Unfortunately, we almost became victims of A&R hell." On the radio show slay was asked what was next for Papoose, and he said "You know we can't talk about that man." The future of the Papoose's debut album, The Nacirema Dream, is unknown at this time; however, Papoose and Kay Slay are rumored to own the records that were created under Jive.
Papoose is no longer affiliated with Flipmode Squad.
You Ain't Nice
Papoose Lyrics
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I'm gettin money to, more power to ya
Oh you bust your gun, well hallelujah
I bust mine to, more power to ya
Oh you iced out, well hallelujah
I'm iced out to, more power to ya
But what the fuck that gotta do with the mic
You ain't nice
What pap can't do the lyrical one can
I hit the mixtape circuit for a few months span
Now you runnin round screamin Papoose your man
But I been nice since they used to shoot up jams
G-packs on the block, tryna move 1 gram
Everyone scatter when the narcs pull up vans
Man it's hard in the hood, gotta use your plans
When you get some real money, cop you some land
Better watch how you choose your mans
Niggas had they turn, but they don't wanna give you your chance
I ain't asked you for no favors when you blew up scrams
I mixed baking soda with coke and blew up grams
Your fans become mine when we do one jam
I'm like an air conditioner, I make you loose your fans
I could see you finally grew up scrams
But if it wasn't for me it wouldn't even be of you young man
Niggas bringin hammers to the beach, you brung' sand
Go to the other side of the club and do your dance
Cuz if it look like you reachin when you pull your pants
I'ma pull out the razor and remove your glands
He was gone as soon as he lift his boot up, dam
They disappear when the rouga blam
Niggas be gettin too familiar, gotta know whose your fam
Most of that shit come from shakin to much hands
I don't respect your two but mans
So when they try and give me 5
I leave em' hangin like the klu klux klan
I could see alotta yall is feelin real rebellious
That's the same reason yall cocksuckas is failures
Only look out for niggas cuz I ain't selfish
Always screamin they need help, niggas is helpless
Ain't nothin homie, I got it tucked in my pelvis
Think I won't send you to Elvis?
Walk around with my gun tucked
Everybody screamin they run stuff
But they drop a whole bunch of trash like dump trucks
I wish one of them run up on me with that dumb stuff
Got a motherfukkin knife game like Young Buck
Them crakkas have you standin in the courtroom cuffed up
You got that bail money, you uncuffed
Lawyers'll take the case when they know you gon blow
They such chumps
Lawyers'll take the case if you givin them bucks up
You blow, they say tough luck
Lawyers is just like cds, if they don't get a case they fucked up
I told yall dudes I throw a ace and clutch up
My waist be pumped up
Niggas be wearin them fitted hats real low
Like they comin to let it pop
I don't care if it's the Yankees or the Mets hops
Just reveal your face for you get your head rocked
Put blood in your shoes now you down with the red sox
The Bed or the Stuy, man the live or the dead blocks
The Bed or the Stuy, man the worse or the best blocks
The Bed or the Stuy, What part do you rep, aey?
The Bed or the Stuy
(Pap he heard what you said stop)
I run all through the Stuy
I stay with my sket cocked
You don't be in the Stuy, you must be in the bed hops
I told you I had a baby 380 out wed lock
Been bangin since Eric Koch
I know real bloods, Who don't play checkers
Cuz they can't move on the red spots
Real respect real, rep that to the death lot
I understand life is a game of chess and whatnot
And gun play, I don't play chess I play headshots
Infrared dots on you makin your neck hot
Streetsweepers sendin direct shots
Cuz me and slay rock like
Dre and Snoop
Pac and Suge
Hov and Dame
Puff and Big
Cam and Jimmy
You and your man like Janet and Britney.
Oh you gettin money, well hallelujah
I'm gettin money to, more power to ya
Oh you bust your gun, well hallelujah
I bust mine to, more power to ya
Oh you iced out, well hallelujah
I'm iced out to, more power to ya
But what the fuck that gotta do with the mic
I analyze ever rhyme you write
You ain't nice
In the first verse of "You Ain't Nice," Papoose appears to be pointing out the fact that anyone can make money, have access to guns, and wear fancy jewelry. He acknowledges that he also has these things but questions what it has to do with what they do best, rapping. Papoose then tears into his competition, stating that he is the lyrical one and that they are not as good as they think they are. He claims that he has been nice since before they even knew what being nice was. Papoose goes on to describe his time hustling on the streets and laments the fact that others who have made it out of difficult circumstances do not help those who are still struggling. He mentions how he started in the mixtape circuit and worked his way up while others rely on favors and connections. Papoose then warns those who might cross him or attempt to challenge him with their "dumb stuff" and asserts his dominance in the rap game.
In the second verse, Papoose continues to assert his lyrical prowess, bragging about his knife skills and warning others not to try him. He mentions various neighborhoods in New York City and how he dominates in each one. He adds that he's been in the rap game for so long, he was around before Eric B. & Rakim's first album, "Paid in Full." Papoose ends the song by comparing himself and his skill to iconic duos like Dre and Snoop, and Biggie and Puff. Overall, "You Ain't Nice" is a declaration of Papoose's dominance in the rap game and a dismissal of those who try to compete with him.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh you gettin money, well hallelujah
Congratulations on your financial success
I'm gettin money to, more power to ya
I'm also working towards financial success, good for you
Oh you bust your gun, well hallelujah
Impressive that you engage in violence
I bust mine to, more power to ya
I also participate in violent activities, good for you
Oh you iced out, well hallelujah
Impressive that you have a lot of jewelry
I'm iced out to, more power to ya
I also have a lot of jewelry, good for you
But what the fuck that gotta do with the mic
What does your personal success have to do with your skills as a rapper
I analyze ever rhyme you write
I carefully examine every line of your lyrics
You ain't nice
You are not a talented rapper
What pap can't do the lyrical one can
What I, Papoose, cannot do, the talented lyricist can
I hit the mixtape circuit for a few months span
I gained popularity by releasing mixtapes for a short period of time
Now you runnin round screamin Papoose your man
Now you claim to be a fan of mine, Papoose
But I been nice since they used to shoot up jams
But I have been a skilled rapper since the past when music events were chaotic
G-packs on the block, tryna move 1 gram
Dealing drugs on the street, attempting to sell a gram
Everyone scatter when the narcs pull up vans
Everyone flees when the police arrive in their vans
Man it's hard in the hood, gotta use your plans
It is difficult living in the neighborhood, you have to be strategic
When you get some real money, cop you some land
Once you acquire substantial wealth, invest in property
Better watch how you choose your mans
Be cautious when selecting your friends
Niggas had they turn, but they don't wanna give you your chance
Others had their opportunity, but they are unwilling to support your success
I ain't asked you for no favors when you blew up scrams
I didn't request assistance when you became successful, fools
I mixed baking soda with coke and blew up grams
I combined substances to create a more profitable product
Your fans become mine when we do one jam
When we collaborate on a song, your fans start supporting me
I'm like an air conditioner, I make you loose your fans
I have an ability to cool down your popularity
I could see you finally grew up scrams
I can tell you have matured, fools
But if it wasn't for me it wouldn't even be of you young man
If it weren't for my influence, you wouldn't have any success, young man
Niggas bringin hammers to the beach, you brung' sand
Others are carrying weapons to confront me, but all they have is useless sand
Go to the other side of the club and do your dance
Go to a different area of the club and show off your dance moves
Cuz if it look like you reachin when you pull your pants
If it appears that you are trying to grab something from your pants
I'ma pull out the razor and remove your glands
I will take out a razor and harm you severely
He was gone as soon as he lift his boot up, dam
He disappeared the moment he lifted his foot, damn
They disappear when the rouga blam
They vanish when the gunshots sound
Niggas be gettin too familiar, gotta know whose your fam
People are becoming too comfortable, you need to identify your true friends
Most of that shit come from shakin to much hands
Many of those problems arise from shaking hands with the wrong people
I don't respect your two but mans
I don't have respect for your two-faced friends
So when they try and give me 5
So when they attempt to give me a high five
I leave em' hangin like the klu klux klan
I leave them hanging, just like the Ku Klux Klan
I could see alotta yall is feelin real rebellious
I notice that many of you are acting defiant
That's the same reason yall cocksuckas is failures
That's why you fools are unsuccessful
Only look out for niggas cuz I ain't selfish
I only care about others because I am not selfish
Always screamin they need help, niggas is helpless
Always begging for assistance, but they are without any capability
Ain't nothin homie, I got it tucked in my pelvis
It's no problem, my weapon is concealed in my waistband
Think I won't send you to Elvis?
You think I won't kill you?
Walk around with my gun tucked
I carry my firearm discreetly
Everybody screamin they run stuff
Everyone boasting about their dominance
But they drop a whole bunch of trash like dump trucks
But their music is terrible and worthless
I wish one of them run up on me with that dumb stuff
I hope one of them confronts me with their foolishness
Got a motherfukkin knife game like Young Buck
I have exceptional skills with a knife, similar to Young Buck
Them crakkas have you standin in the courtroom cuffed up
The police will have you standing in the courtroom with handcuffs on
You got that bail money, you uncuffed
If you have enough money for bail, you will be released from custody
Lawyers'll take the case when they know you gon blow
Lawyers will represent you when they know you will become successful
They such chumps
They are foolish and easily manipulated
Lawyers'll take the case if you givin them bucks up
Lawyers will represent you if you are paying them a lot of money
You blow, they say tough luck
If you become unsuccessful, they abandon you
Lawyers is just like cds, if they don't get a case they fucked up
Lawyers are similar to CDs, if they don't have clients, they are in trouble
I told yall dudes I throw a ace and clutch up
I warned you all that I can succeed under pressure
My waist be pumped up
I carry a firearm around my waist
Niggas be wearin them fitted hats real low
People often wear their fitted hats low on their heads
Like they comin to let it pop
As if they are ready to start a fight
I don't care if it's the Yankees or the Mets hops
I don't care if you support the Yankees or the Mets
Just reveal your face for you get your head rocked
Show your face before I knock you out
Put blood in your shoes now you down with the red sox
I will make you bleed and align you with the Red Sox
The Bed or the Stuy, man the live or the dead blocks
Choose between Bedford-Stuyvesant, the lively area, or the dangerous blocks
The Bed or the Stuy, man the worse or the best blocks
Pick between the worst or the best blocks in Bedford-Stuyvesant
The Bed or the Stuy, What part do you rep, aey?
Which area of Bedford-Stuyvesant do you represent
The Bed or the Stuy
Bedford-Stuyvesant
(Pap he heard what you said stop)
(Pap, he heard what you said, stop)
I run all through the Stuy
I roam all over Bedford-Stuyvesant
I stay with my sket cocked
I always keep my gun ready
You don't be in the Stuy, you must be in the bed hops
You are not from Bedford-Stuyvesant, you must be from an inferior area
I told you I had a baby 380 out wed lock
I informed you that I have a small handgun, out of wedlock
Been bangin since Eric Koch
I have been involved in criminal activities since the time of Eric Koch's leadership
I know real bloods, Who don't play checkers
I know genuine gang members who don't engage in simple board games
Cuz they can't move on the red spots
Because they can't move their pieces on the red squares of the checkerboard
Real respect real, rep that to the death lot
True respect is mutual between authentic individuals, express that until death
I understand life is a game of chess and whatnot
I comprehend that life can be compared to a strategic game like chess
And gun play, I don't play chess, I play headshots
When it comes to violence, I don't engage in chess, I aim for headshots
Infrared dots on you makin your neck hot
Laser sights on you, elevating the danger to your neck area
Streetsweepers sendin direct shots
Automatic weapons firing directly at you
Cuz me and slay rock like
Because Slay and I are a powerful duo like
Dre and Snoop
Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg
Pac and Suge
Tupac Shakur and Suge Knight
Hov and Dame
Jay-Z and Damon Dash
Puff and Big
Puff Daddy and The Notorious B.I.G.
Cam and Jimmy
Cam'ron and Jim Jones
You and your man like Janet and Britney.
You and your friend are like Janet Jackson and Britney Spears
Contributed by Wyatt H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@theoldkk
big up jack evans...and you KNOW this maaaaaaaaaaan!!!
@sexyguy2944
Hell yeah!!!💯
@genericfootyfan
Yeah man
@pops4657
From the heavens
@Chaaarge
"I'm like a air conditioner, I make you lose your fans" papoose has crazy lines :P
@ronaldhonore3454
Any rapper could of think of that but it sound to corny
@TheIcpfan23
@@ronaldhonore3454 What mixtape is this on i'm trying to find the whole thing
@BobbyLongBallz
Whoever disliked this "ain't nice"
@snubvibetno3833
Sick tune i remember this on twc back in the day.
@holidaystyles7952
Papoose is most slept on real MC