Crime Riddim
Skepta Lyrics


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The feds wanna shift man
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a Chippendale
Wanna strip a male
Put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails

Sitting in my hotel, listening to beats
My bredrin said that he's in the rave, told me that I should reach
So I jumped in the shower, got ready quick
Pulled up in a taxi, text my bredrin, tell him I'm on the strip
I stepped in, went to the bar, made my order
I got my drink, I posted up in the darkest corner
This guy frantically jumping around and spilled my drink twice
But I really ain't tryna fight, really ain't tryna see no jail tonight

The feds wanna shift man
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a Chippendale
Wanna strip a male
Put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
Feds wanna shift man
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a Chippendale
Wanna strip a male
Put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails

What the fuck? This pussyhole must've been off his nut
In the cut, jumping around like a little slut
I pulled him up, "yo, you spilt my Hennessy out my cup"
And still tryna run it up, it's like this guy really wants to scuff
Flexing like he had something on the waist
Pull Shorty out the way, blaow, punch him in the face
Made him Shmoney dance, I made him rock away
We ran out of the dance, we could've got away
But we came back, should've gone home and hit the sack
But he never hit me back, I was like "that's a wrap", fuck that
Shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company
Then the feds run up on me and put the cuffs on me
What you know about four man in a cell? Couldn't sleep
Spending pennies in the pissing well
You should see my cell mate, he's in shit as well
Sitting here, just waiting to hear keys in the door
I'm tryna buss this case even if I gotta get on my knees in the court, crazy

Trust me, Dex
Fucking hell, brudda, man
You actually got nicked?
Man, dickhead ting, fighting ting, fam. Look at my knuckle
Fucking hell, what? Strip-searched and?
Fam, not gonna lie, fam. Strip-searched, they made me liff up

The feds wanna shift man
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a Chippendale
Wanna strip a male
Put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
Feds wanna shift man
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a Chippendale
Wanna strip a male
Put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails





So what, what happened, then? So what's the settings now, bruv?
Well, man, I was just grovelling to the magistrates, man. Literally just begging for my life brudda

Overall Meaning

In Skepta's song Crime Riddim, he talks about the constant threat of being stopped and searched by the police. The lyrics describe how the police are trying to put Skepta in the van and strip search him, which he compares to the experience of being a Chippendale dancer. Skepta talks about his fear of being thrown into a prison cell and biting his fingernails with nervousness.


Despite his fears, Skepta goes out with his friends, getting ready quickly and going to a rave. He is initially enjoying himself until a man spills his drink twice and starts jumping around erratically. Skepta confronts the man and punches him, making him do the "Shmoney Dance." Skepta and his friends leave the rave and find some "gritty tings" to keep them company. However, they eventually get caught by the police, and Skepta is left "begging for his life."


The song displays Skepta's frustration with the police and the way they treat young black men in the UK. The constant threat of being stopped and searched and being thrown in prison is a reality for many young people in the UK, and Skepta is using his platform to shed light on this issue.


Line by Line Meaning

The feds wanna shift man
The police want to arrest me


Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
They want to put me in a police van and perform a strip search on me


Fuck that, I ain't a Chippendale
I refuse to be stripped like a male stripper


Wanna strip a male
The police are targeting men for strip searches


Put me in a prison cell
They want to imprison me


Got me biting all my fingernails
I'm anxious and nervous about the situation


Sitting in my hotel, listening to beats
I was relaxing in my hotel room, listening to music


My bredrin said that he's in the rave, told me that I should reach
My friend told me that he's at a party and suggested that I join him


So I jumped in the shower, got ready quick
I took a quick shower and got dressed


Pulled up in a taxi, text my bredrin, tell him I'm on the strip
I arrived in a taxi and texted my friend to let him know I'm at the party


I stepped in, went to the bar, made my order
I entered the party, went to the bar, and ordered a drink


I got my drink, I posted up in the darkest corner
I received my drink and stood in a dark corner


This guy frantically jumping around and spilled my drink twice
A guy was dancing wildly and accidentally spilled my drink twice


But I really ain't tryna fight, really ain't tryna see no jail tonight
I didn't want to start a fight and end up in jail


What the fuck? This pussyhole must've been off his nut
I was surprised by the guy's behavior - he must've been on drugs


In the cut, jumping around like a little slut
He was dancing in a suggestive manner


I pulled him up, 'yo, you spilt my Hennessy out my cup'
I confronted him about spilling my drink


Flexing like he had something on the waist
He was acting tough and pretending to carry a weapon


We ran out of the dance, we could've got away
We fled the party and could've escaped


But we came back, should've gone home and hit the sack
We returned to the party instead of going home to sleep


Shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company
Our female friend found some drugs for us


Then the feds run up on me and put the cuffs on me
The police caught me and put handcuffs on me


What you know about four man in a cell? Couldn't sleep
Do you know what it's like to share a cell with four people? It's hard to sleep


Spending pennies in the pissing well
I'm so bored that I'm resorting to throwing coins into a toilet bowl


You should see my cell mate, he's in shit as well
My cell mate is also in a bad situation


Sitting here, just waiting to hear keys in the door
I'm waiting for someone to unlock my cell


I'm tryna buss this case even if I gotta get on my knees in the court, crazy
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win my case, even if it means pleading on my knees in court


Trust me, Dex
Believe me, Dex


Fucking hell, brudda, man
Oh my god, my friend


You actually got nicked?
You actually got caught?


Man, dickhead ting, fighting ting, fam. Look at my knuckle
It was a stupid situation that involved fighting. Look at my injured knuckle


Fam, not gonna lie, fam. Strip-searched, they made me liff up
To be honest, they strip-searched me and made me lift my genitals




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KWADWO KANKAM, JOSEPH ADENUGA, JASON ADENUGA, ALEXANDER BLAKE

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