Jerk Out
Time Lyrics

I got real bored on a Friday night, I couldn't find a damn thing to do.
I am feeling unfulfilled and restless on this weekend night, unable to find any activities that truly engage me.

So I pulled out a suit about the same color as my BMW.
I decide to dress in fine threads that match the luxurious vehicle I drive, a display of my wealth and prestige.

I drove to the party and I pimped on in, just to see what I could see.
I arrived at the celebration with confidence, eager to survey the scene and enjoy myself without worrying about the opinions of others.

Everybody knew what I was lookin' for, I was lookin' for some company.
My intentions were clear to everyone present: I sought some companionship, a person to spend time with and connect.

I saw a real fine thing sittin' by the bar. She looked kinda all alone.
One woman in particular caught my eye, sitting alone and looking lovely at the bar.

So I pimped on over and I asked her name. The child was bad to the bone.
I approached her boldly and struck up a conversation, discovering that she was both attractive and cool as hell.

I showed her my stash and I kissed her cheek. The only kind of rap it takes.
I revealed to her some of my possessions and gave her a peck on the cheek, confident that this level of showmanship and bravado would be appreciated in this context.

She knew I was bad when I pulled out a leash, she said 'How much money you make?'
The woman recognized my potential as a troublemaker and rulebreaker when I revealed a symbol of BDSM play, and inquired about my financial standing as further indication of my desirability as a partner.

Jerk it, jerk it. Talkin' 'bout the jerk out.
This phrase is repeated as a sort of refrain, a call to action to engage in the titular dance move and embrace the energetic, hedonistic spirit of the party.

I took her to my crib and I tied her up. I figured that's what she liked.
I invited her back to my home and restrained her in some fashion, assuming this was a common desire among those who enthusiastically joined me.

Maybe I was wrong but what the hell, it didn't matter to me. She was white.
I acknowledged the possibility that I had misread this woman's preferences, but justified my previous actions by noting her race and suggesting that a white woman would inherently be into such activities.

I said 'How come people in your neighborhood, don't like it when a brother's rich?
I questioned the woman about racism and inequality, using my status as a wealthy Black man as evidence of the societal obstacles many face.

It just pisses you off to see me drivin' that fancy car, don't it?
I rhetorically ask whether my visible success and material trappings anger my detractors.

Bet you'd rather see me drivin' one of those ester grate ones.
I mockingly suggest that those who seek to bring me down would prefer to see me driving a lesser car, perhaps a more affordable and less flashy model.

Like the one your daddy drives, wouldn't you?
I continue to taunt those who criticize my lifestyle, using the stereotype of an overbearing or even abusive father figure to further my point.

Let me tell you one thing. That's dead!
I emphatically declare that such a scenario is impossible, and that those who doubt me are wasting their time and energy on a fruitless endeavor.

About as dead as you'll be if you don't rearrange your brain.
I issue a dire warning that those who hold onto prejudice and judgement will be doomed to suffer socially and perhaps even spiritually.

Catch my drift. Turn it up!
I once again implore the gathered crowd to embrace the spirit of the music and dance excitedly, with a nod to the previous warning about social consequences.

Girl, you think you want to turn it up? Where's my checkbook?
I focus my attention back on the woman from earlier, teasing her about her desire to keep partying and suggesting that money is the ultimate method of achieving fun and satisfaction.

That's right, check it out. An awful lot of O's, wouldn't you say?
I show off my wealth and use subtle wordplay to suggest that the number of zeros on my paycheck adds up to something impressive and enviable.

Hit it. Cross over, uh!
This phrase and its energetic cadence are used to signal a transition or peak moment in the song or dance, marked by a sudden shift in tempo or instrumentation.

Jerk out, jerkin' everything in sight.
The title lyric returns, referencing the dance and perhaps its sexual or wild connotations, and extending the concept of 'jerking out' to all sorts of activities in the broader context of the party.

Don't ya all just hate it, when we walk into y'all's joint?
I note the reactions of others to my presence or arrival, mocking their disdain or jealousy and noting the power I hold in these social situations.

And just jerk out everything in sight?
I rhetorically ask whether others resent the sheer intensity and pleasure of the jerking out phenomenon, further flaunting my own prowess and confidence on the dance floor.

Don't it make you mad?
I again ask whether these emotions of anger or frustration are natural responses to my successes and excesses, perhaps enjoying the idea of being both loved and hated by those around me.

Everybody in the house say 'Jerk out', Jerk out!
I once again direct the energy of the crowd, encouraging them to chant and move together in unison as part of this engaging song and dance experience.

'Ow!', Ow!
These exclamations are likely meant to be shouted or screamed along with the music, adding to the excitement and energy of the dance floor.

People, let me turn it up. Which coat should I wear tonight?
I once again assume command of the party and its attendees, using a casual question about attire to subconsciously assert my dominance and confidence in such social situations.

If you think I'm vain, you're right.
I acknowledge the potential accusation of vanity or conceit on my part, but in a way that almost embraces or celebrates this aspect of my personality.

Look out, somebody say 'Vanity', Vanity!
I play with the idea of being called out or criticized for my vanity, but do so in a playful or defiant way that still highlights my confidence and control.

Everybody jerk out and do it right.
The final repetition of the song's core message, encouraging everyone to continue to dance and enjoy the party with the right spirit and energy.

I'm master of the jerk out, oh Lord. Jerkin' everything in sight.
The last lines reinforce my status and confidence as the king of the party and the dance floor, always ready to have a good time and take control of the scene.

I'm talkin' 'bout the jerk out, oh Lord. Got to make a little love tonight.
The song concludes with a slightly softer message about the importance of intimacy and connection, suggesting that the hedonistic pleasures of the night can also offer opportunities for meaningful human interaction and affection.

Jerk out!
The song's final title lyric, repeated once more as a final rallying cry to the crowd.