A New Jersey native, Rah Digga attended private school in Maryland where she graduated as salutatorian, then studied electrical engineering at the New Jersey Institute Of Technology. She started rapping after being inspired by artists of hip hop's "golden age" such as Rakim, Kool G. Rap and Queen Latifah, eventually joining the group Twice the Flavor and then Jersey's Outsidaz clique. A Tribe Called Quest's Q-Tip negotiated her a deal with Elektra Records after being impressed by a performance at New York City's Lyricist Lounge (at which time Digga was eight months pregnant). Q-Tip also introduced her to Busta Rhymes, who invited her to join his newly-formed Flipmode Squad crew. The deal with Elektra soon collapsed however and Digga signed to Flipmode Entertainment. She made guest appearanes on Busta's 1997 album When Disaster Strikes as well as the Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 1 compilation (on the track "Be OK", a two-hander with Bahamadia), the first installment of the Hip Hop For Respect anti-police brutality project in memory of Amadou Diallo, and the Fugees track "Cowboys", before joining up with the Flipmode Squad for The Imperial Album (1998). Anticipation mounted for further output, and she recorded tracks with legendary producers Pete Rock and DJ Premier. These and others were included on her solo album Dirty Harriet in 2000.
The follow-up to Dirty Harriet was originally intended to be a duet album with Digga's husband, Young Zee of the Outsidaz. However, this was eventually put on hold for a fully-fledged solo album. However, it was long delayed, partly due to Digga switching labels from J Records to the independent Koch Records; currently a February 2006 release is planned, with the album titled Sucker Free. A single, which may or may not resurface on the album, is "Party Gets Hot Tonight" featuring Akon. Her follow up album that was supposed to be released on J Records was titled Everything Is a Story, and was originally scheduled to be released February 10, 2004. During the time between her first and second solo albums Digga made numerous high-profile guest appearances, including on Busta Rhymes' hit single "I Know What You Want" and on albums by Talib Kweli, Bless, Masta Ace and Jamelia.
Rah Digga can be seen in Busta's latest (and polemical) video, "Touch It Remix", that features Mary J. Blige, Missy Elliott, Lloyd Banks, Papoose and DMX.
Rah Digga also stars as (Maggie Bess) in the 2001 re-make of the sci-fi chiller Thirteen Ghosts
Straight Spittin'
Rah Digga Lyrics
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Flipmode Squad
_The_Imperial_
I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes
I'll stick your girl, Agnus
Flipmode bring the madness
Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a pine box
You and your whole family's on detox
Hustlin crack for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city locked
and your function, to the Flat Bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin
Baby Sham on some new shit
New and exclusive
5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my name on the list
The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck?)
QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched
But never that, 'cause-o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though
Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
Took the see notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed these then cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you should have spoke
*GIMMIE AN F*
Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun
Fuck where you from
*GIMMIE AN L*
Layin on beaches, killin all leeches
Love to break a liar face
Pick up the pieces, yo
*GIMMIE AN I*
Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance
Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
*GIMMIE A P*
Powerful professional
Poppin my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls
*GIMMIE AN M*
Master of all missions
Maker of decisions
Head on collisions
Massacre the meat rack, ask the women
*GIMMIE AN O*
Got niggas open, open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow governments
Shit is nursery
*GIMMIE A D*
Diggin my dick all inside your chick
Dominate the heavyweight division
Rhymin district
*GIMMIE AN E*
Everlasting slang
Eternal ebonics
Lyrical e-mail
Stabalize livin in all my economics
*SQUAD*
Group of men, women
Unified force
Squadron
Movin like one in unison
Beg your pardon
What they call me
A hundred on a Harley
Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley(sp?)
Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol
Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol
Official stand, hold it down in Trent
Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed
Yeah that's the way it is
Like when a kid get chirstened
Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin
After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after
Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot
Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one
Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the (?) portayin like you a thug
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open
Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (?) nephew, Frank the cousin
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*Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, Spliff, come on*
Bust my gun, like Columbians
Make niggas colapse like fucked up lungs
Better obey the laws of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in Nam
Closed coffin with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist
Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ
Focus your dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim body and soul
ID's controlled in the optical frame
Never stoppin the game
Remove your squad with steady plans
I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm
*Straight spittin...word is bond...Flip Mode Squad...Striaght Spittin...Lyrical
Ass Whippin...We straight Spittin....*
"Straight Spittin'" is a hip hop song by Rah Digga that features Busta Rhymes, Spliff Star, Rampage, and Baby Sham. The song, released in 2000, has a slow and steady beat and samples Grant Green's "Iron City".
The first verse of the song is delivered by Rampage who taunts his competition by calling out their malpractice and announcing that he is paying no taxes in New Jersey. He brags about being the baddest in Flipmode Squad and warns that he will come after anyone who challenges him. In the second verse, Baby Sham talks about his criminal activities, such as throwing people off cliffs and stealing from their safes. The third verse is delivered by Rah Digga, who showcases her skills as a rapper and describes her experiences touring and performing in different cities.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Straight spittin" several times, emphasizing the importance of lyricism in hip hop. Overall, the song celebrates the rappers' prowess and success in the music industry while also acknowledging the challenges they face and the tough realities of their lifestyles.
Line by Line Meaning
I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
I will defeat all of you rappers in the game for your incompetence
I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes
I'm in Jersey, evading taxes and living freely
I'll stick your girl, Agnus
I will seduce your girl, leaving you powerless
Flipmode bring the madness
Flipmode Squad brings the craziness and excitement
Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest
I have achieved platinum status and Rampage is the best
Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it
Look at my credibility, it's so high you can give up trying to compete with me
I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
I said it as it is, no need for censorship or changes
Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine
What's up, it's time for me to show my skills and shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take mines
I will effortlessly claim what is rightfully mine
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
Give me my gun, and see how smart and strategic I can be
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
Shoot twice and steal your lyrics
Put you in a pine box, You and your whole family's on detox
I will bury you and your entire family, leaving no trace
Hustlin crack for Reeboks, Holy socks, cut you with my ox
I sell drugs to afford expensive sneakers, and I will harm you with a sharp weapon
Rampage got the city locked and your function, to the Flat Bush junction
Rampage is in control of the city, and your purpose is to go to Flat Bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin
Causing chaos and watch me harm you
Baby Sham on some new shit, New and exclusive
Baby Sham is bringing something new and exclusive
5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth
I am a short, attractive woman with a firm hold on my weapon
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
I will leave everyone frozen, and taunt them with my foul behavior
Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
I am a dangerous individual, capable of destroying anyone who opposes me
As I speak the shit to put my name on the list
As I talk my talk, I am ensuring that my name is recognized
The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
I am a small-time criminal with a gun, leaving my mark on the wrist of my enemies
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
I have a tattoo of pyramids, and I load hollow bullets into my gun
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck?)
I noticed your gun is jammed, and it seems like you want to fight
QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique
Representing Queensbridge, because we are taking over your group
See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched
You will see me in the luxurious car, with your girl admitting she betrayed you
But never that, 'cause-o, high beam through the window
But that will never happen, because I have a spotlight shining through your window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though
My informants move slowly, but they discovered that you never use your gun
Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code
You have a safe in your home, Baby Sham, and I know the combination
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
I searched and found it, I spoke out the numbers, and now it's open
Took the see notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
I stole the money and Flip Mode Squad left without making a sound
Swallowed these then cleared your throat
I swallowed the drugs and now I'm ready to perform
Bitch ass, you should have spoke
You coward, you should have said something
Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
Forget the nonsense, I will shoot my gun
Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun
Shoot a guy in the head just for fun
Fuck where you from
I don't care where you're from
Layin on beaches, killin all leeches
Relaxing on beaches, getting rid of all the parasitic people
Love to break a liar face, Pick up the pieces, yo
I enjoy exposing a liar and witnessing their downfall
Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance
Being smart gets rid of all the irrelevant things
Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
I am a symbol of flawless rap intelligence
Powerful professional, Poppin my pistol
I am a powerful and skilled individual, ready to shoot my gun
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls
I can make a large group of people feel fearful, just like pitbulls
Master of all missions, Maker of decisions
I am a master at handling all tasks and making important choices
Head on collisions, Massacre the meat rack, ask the women
I create intense confrontations and destroy my competition
Got niggas open, open heart surgery
I have people under my control, just like during open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow governments, Shit is nursery
My rapping skills are so official that I could even overthrow governments, it's child's play
Diggin my dick all inside your chick
I am dominating your girl sexually
Dominate the heavyweight division, Rhymin district
I dominate the rap game, specifically the heavyweight division
Everlasting slang, Eternal ebonics
I have a unique and long-lasting way of speaking, representing the urban culture
Lyrical e-mail, Stabalize livin in all my economics
My rhymes are like emails, spreading my message, and I am financially stable
Group of men, women, Unified force, Squadron
A united group of men and women, working together as a strong force
Movin like one in unison, Beg your pardon
Moving together in perfect harmony, excuse me
What they call me, A hundred on a Harley
They call me the best, I'm like a hundred miles per hour on a motorcycle
Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley(sp?)
I come unexpectedly and keep you struggling like a surfer
Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol
I'm the badass woman with the gun
Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol
I'm like Woody Woodpecker or L.L. Cool J, causing havoc
Official stand, hold it down in Trent
I have a strong and authoritative presence, representing Trent
Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Then I will connect with my crew at the tunnel
Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
I have lots of money, I'm involved in everything like Speed
And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed
I will rap loudly until my tonsils start bleeding
Yeah that's the way it is, Like when a kid get chirstened
Yeah, that's how things are, just like when a child gets baptized
Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston
I'm rocking in different parts of the city, from uptown to west Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin
Shoutout to my ladies who are hustling and boosting
After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper
After getting high and juiced up, I will destroy any rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers
I will annoy and mess with a person's mind, just like hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
I am constantly active, I receive the orders from the dispatch
Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after
And then I will show those people what I am pursuing
Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be
I will slap a weak rapper who is pretending to be someone he's not
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot
Expose his true identity, and embarrass him
Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one
A person who talks about murder but has never actually committed one
Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one
People who talk about guns but have never actually used one
Yo, I see you in the (?) portayin like you a thug
I see you pretending to be a tough guy
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
Yeah, your friend has a gun, but he's not using it
You, You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open
You, you're just a local person trying to represent the black community, I will harm you severely
Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
A brutal knife wound, just like what happened to Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
Spliff, I rap and I am fully prepared to handle any nonsense
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
I grew up with bad influences and I'm not afraid to engage in criminal activities
Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder
I am ignorant and offensive, playing on your tape recorder
Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter
I am an idol to your son, and possibly involved with your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (?) nephew, Frank the cousin
I am the child of a fat man, with a grandson who is failing, and a nephew named Frank
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
Written by: CLYDE DARNELL WILSON, RUTH COPELAND, ANTHONY HERNENDEZ, TREVOR SMITH, ROGER MCNAIR, WAYNE NOTISE, WILLIAM A. LEWIS, RASHIA TASHAN FISHER, LEROY JONES
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