1.) Set apart by his rapping style and influence on Snoop Doggy Dogg (by Sn… Read Full Bio ↴1.) Set apart by his rapping style and influence on Snoop Doggy Dogg (by Snoop's own admission), Richie Rich first entered music in the late '80s with the Oakland-based group 415. With D-Loc, DJ Darryl, and JED, Rich crafted a Bay Area classic called 41Fivin', which sold well around the region and spawned a Richie Rich solo album, Don't Do It. As the group was ready to sign a major-label contract with Priority in 1990, however, Richie Rich was arrested for possession of cocaine. 415 released its next album and faded from the scene soon after, while Rich sat in jail; he was released a year later, and began appearing on tracks by the Luniz and 2Pac before forming his own label Oakland Hills 41510 and releasing 1/2 Thang. By 1995, Richie Rich had become the first Bay Area rapper to sign with New York's Def Jam Records, and his major-label solo debut, Seasoned Veteran, was released in late 1996. This CD had some of his most memorable classics; "Lets Ride" and the Tupac tribute "Do G's Get To Go". The two most famous songs he did with Tupac are; "Rather be your Nigga" & "Aint Hard To Find" which featured other Bay Area artists. His long-awaited sophomore effort, The Game, was issued four years later.

2.) Another Richie Rich was a member of the 1980s' Club Kids group in NYC, and released some singles, including Love You A Million.

Pillow
Richie Rich Lyrics

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(Take a hit of this joint, take a puff of the bulkest dove)
Puff on it!
9-6 (baby) Richie Rich, Rame Royal, hmm

When I wake up in the morning, first I yoke out
Then I ???? pimp, so I can smoke out
Good green opening up my third eye for sure
As I contemplate on which spot I'd like to go today

Damn, should I CDB again, I feel like loccin
Fallin thru every bomb spot in Oakland
I got the good but I just can't trip
Skyball TWAMP TWAMP for a piece of crip
Danl ???? that's the place to go
And my partner on the corner got the sack for sure
'84, I'm quick to look for booty hook
And if I'm fienin I need to see beamin
Cos, aah, them young brothers smoke the same way I smoke
But now all day I'm comin up short
Uh, I hope the town still love me
For some reason and my deceasing and my zoot's ain't fluffy
I need a pillow

Lay a drop on the pillow (Yeah baby)
And just relax, relax, relax (Cos that was made for you)
Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
I'll fly free sack (fly free sack), fly free sack
(Cos that was dove for you)

By chance it might seem strange, many nights I dream
Of trees on the range with branches of light green
Women slumbering get tossed like salad with cucumber
But can't stop me from gettin lost on the lands of broccoli
High! I shut em, close my eyes, cough, too much spirit goes
The cloud nine where I'm a lyrical wiz
Magical like Willow wit automatic flowin pillows
Get rolled in a bliz and consumed, that's how Rame Royal is
In my room at the villo, sun shines thru blue blinds
On the window, lettin me know it's time
To go back to reality
Oakland, Cali
And a sack of indo left on the bed
Next to my rizzy's head
Fulfillin wishes, I'm fillin phillies, Vegas and swishes
Wit twenty reefers, sticky weed - minty and delicious
All I need and can axe for, a twamp to crunch
Probably won't want another blunt til lunch

Fell thru Sophia's but didn't see her
Now I'm convinced that it's on when I fall thru this red fence
I shoulda flipped the whole thang when I had the chance
But that done broke my back like a bald bozack
On a late night, I lurk for sure and got a lot of dough
For the first cat with the platinum sacks
And, naw, it ain't a jack, you can hold my scraps
But pull a move and catch a lump to the back behind the scak
Richie Rich might walk a country mile, smilin all the way long
Wit dreams of pullin bongs, writin bomb songs
Buzzin with my cousin at the villo
Stressin off a pillow

Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
And just relax, (just) relax, relax
(I know, I know, I know the sack was one for you!)
Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
I'll fly free sack, (fly free sack), fly free sack
(I know this sack was wrong for you)

Yeah ba-by!
Oooh yeah
Here we are gettin night endeavour
Don't worry cos it's gonna get better
I roll a fat one for you, yeah
Break it down cos it ain't no startin

Put a drop on the every bodin
And I'll blow a pillow with you

Overall Meaning

The song Pillow by Richie Rich is an ode to indulging in one's vices, specifically smoking marijuana. The opening lines of “Take a hit of this joint, take a puff of the bulkest dove” sets the tone for the rest of the song. Richie Rich paints a vivid picture of his daily routine which revolves around smoking good green, opening up his third eye, and exploring the city of Oakland. He describes a dreamlike state that he enters into after smoking, where he meditates on trees with light green branches and women sleeping amidst tossed salads of cucumber and broccoli lands. The song ends with a call to relax and lay down on a pillow after smoking, promising to fly free and leave one's worries behind.

The lyrics of Pillow are a testament to the culture of smoking marijuana and its effects on the mind and body. Richie Rich takes the listener on a journey of self-reflection and exploration, offering a glimpse into the world of cannabis enthusiasts. The song is a celebration of the high that smoking marijuana provides, the feeling of euphoria and relaxation that comes with staring at the sky and letting one's mind wander. It highlights the importance of self-care and indulging in one's vices to escape the mundane routine of everyday life.

Line by Line Meaning

When I wake up in the morning, first I yoke out
As soon as I wake up, I stretch and get ready for the day

Then I light up a pimp, so I can smoke out
After that, I smoke a blunt to start my day

Good green opening up my third eye for sure
Smoking good weed enhances my perception and spirituality

As I contemplate on which spot I'd like to go today
I think about where I want to go while high

Damn, should I CDB again, I feel like loccin
I wonder if I should go to the CDB spot again, I feel like smoking more weed

Fallin thru every bomb spot in Oakland
I'm going to all the best weed spots in Oakland

I got the good but I just can't trip
I have good weed, but I wouldn't get too excited about it

Skyball TWAMP TWAMP for a piece of crip
I'm looking for some good weed to buy

Danl ???? that's the place to go
I know a good spot to buy weed

And my partner on the corner got the sack for sure
My friend on the corner has some weed for sale

'84, I'm quick to look for booty hook
Back in '84, I was quick to look for someone to hook up with

And if I'm fienin I need to see beamin
If I'm really craving something, I need to go out and get it

Cos, aah, them young brothers smoke the same way I smoke
Young guys smoke the same way I do

But now all day I'm comin up short
I'm running out of weed

Uh, I hope the town still love me
I hope people still like me despite my weed use

For some reason and my deceasing and my zoot's ain't fluffy
I feel like my weed isn't as good as it used to be

I need a pillow
I need another blunt to smoke

Lay a drop on the pillow (Yeah baby)
Pack another blunt and let's smoke together

And just relax, relax, relax (Cos that was made for you)
Let's just chill and enjoy the high

I'll fly free sack (fly free sack), fly free sack (Cos that was dove for you)
I'll provide the weed, no need to worry

By chance it might seem strange, many nights I dream
Sometimes I have weird dreams at night

Of trees on the range with branches of light green
I dream about vivid green trees

Women slumbering get tossed like salad with cucumber
I dream about women moving around like cucumbers in salad

But can't stop me from gettin lost on the lands of broccoli
Despite the weird dreams, I'm still getting high and enjoying myself

High! I shut em, close my eyes, cough, too much spirit goes
When I get high, I close my eyes and sometimes cough a lot

The cloud nine where I'm a lyrical wiz
When I'm really high, I feel like a great rapper

Magical like Willow wit automatic flowin pillows
I write amazing lyrics and my flow is on point

Get rolled in a bliz and consumed, that's how Rame Royal is
I roll and smoke blunts like it's second nature

In my room at the villo, sun shines thru blue blinds
I'm at home, smoking with the sunlight shining through the blinds

On the window, lettin me know it's time
The sunlight lets me know what time it is

To go back to reality, Oakland, Cali
It's time for me to get back to the real world outside of smoking

And a sack of indo left on the bed
I have some weed left on my bed

Next to my rizzy's head
It's next to my sleeping friend's head

Fulfillin wishes, I'm fillin phillies, Vegas and swishes
I'm rolling up blunts with various types of rolling papers

Wit twenty reefers, sticky weed - minty and delicious
I have a lot of weed, including some that's minty and good

All I need and can axe for, a twamp to crunch
All I'm really looking for is some good weed

Probably won't want another blunt til lunch
After this blunt, I probably won't want another one until lunchtime

Fell thru Sophia's but didn't see her
I tried to see Sophia but she wasn't around

Now I'm convinced that it's on when I fall thru this red fence
I'm confident that I'll find what I'm looking for at the next spot

I shoulda flipped the whole thang when I had the chance
I should have bought more weed when I had the chance

But that done broke my back like a bald bozack
But buying a lot of weed was tough on my finances

On a late night, I lurk for sure and got a lot of dough
On late nights, I look for weed and have plenty of money

For the first cat with the platinum sacks
I'm willing to buy from someone who has really good weed

And, naw, it ain't a jack, you can hold my scraps
I'm not going to rob you, you can have what's left over

But pull a move and catch a lump to the back behind the scak
But if you try to steal from me, I'll hit you hard

Richie Rich might walk a country mile, smilin all the way long
I'm willing to walk a long way to get good weed

Wit dreams of pullin bongs, writin bomb songs
I dream about smoking weed and making great music

Buzzin with my cousin at the villo
I'm smoking with my cousin at home

Stressin off a pillow
I'm feeling stressed and need to smoke another blunt

Yeah ba-by!
Expressing excitement

Oooh yeah
Expressing excitement

Here we are gettin night endeavour
We're smoking weed and enjoying our night

Don't worry cos it's gonna get better
Don't worry, we'll have a great time

I roll a fat one for you, yeah
I'll roll a big blunt for you

Break it down cos it ain't no startin
Let's break down the weed and smoke it

Put a drop on the every bodin
Let's start smoking together

And I'll blow a pillow with you
We'll smoke a bunch of blunts together

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLEMON TIMOTHY JR. RILEY, RAPHAEL SAADIQ, RICHARD L. SERRELL, RAYMOND SIMMONS, DWAYNE P. WIGGINS

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