Ghetto
Too $hort Lyrics
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You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
Another brother got some cocaine
Ya know his face but don't know his name
Ya know he got the sack, man
And he's sittin' on a fat bank
Seven cars at his house in the driveway
Benz so clean, don't roll, it just fly away
'Cause folks got money in the ghetto
Yeah, you know
Hey, hey, hey
What'cha got to say?
(There's money in the ghetto)
Hollywood
(Havin' money in the ghetto, ooh-oh)
Money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new
It's been like that way before you was even born
Get up from the down stroke
Chocolate City for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to Iceberg Slim
And all the players that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get ya money
'Cause what they do to black man ain't funny
All the time tryna put us in the pen
You get paroled, then they send you again
All the homies in the hood gettin' paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it ain't all about drugs
Gettin' paid doin' all kinda stuff
Only rule on the street is don't get caught
Unless your hustle ain't breakin' the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We sittin' on 'em fat in the hood
I'm ridin' on some gold ones
Smokin' dank and it's potent
Ask them fools, 'cause they know
It's money in the ghetto
Hey, hey, hey
What'cha got to say?
(There's money in the ghetto)
Hollywood
(Havin' money in the ghetto, ooh-oh)
I got money baby, just tell me the price
'Cause Short Dawg ain't nothin' nice
I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin
Spend fo' get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high and relax
And if I bust a Ben Frank', get some Andrew Jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math, let's make a deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
You find the face of George Washington
Make money, baby, that's all I do
That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two
Abraham Lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five
And Hamilton, old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
These are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The American dream for the average minority
Make your money, get some weed and a forty
I'm on the East side livin' like a king
Kick back watchin' fifty-inch screens
Bounce to the West side, hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto
Hey, hey, hey
What'cha got to say?
(They got money in the ghetto)
Hollywood
(Havin' money in the ghetto, ooh-oh)
Nowadays if you can't say a rap, or play sports
You might just come up short
And they always say the same things
Don't be a gangster or a dope fiend
Get your high school diploma, go to college
Get a degree and start makin' dollars
Only one thing wrong, and it's a trip
Inner city schools don't teach us shit
Got us stuck on stupid, straight S.O.S.
Can't get nothin', but they payin' the rest of them fools
All around the world in the other countries
They should be spendin' that money right here
In the state of California
You graduate and can't spell diploma
Dip to the hood and get rich
Slangin' rocks to a smoked out bitch
No school'll come close to that
A few transaction makesmy pockets fat
I make a lot of money and it ain't no lie
I'll probably ball 'til the day I die
And if I didn't, so what?
I bet you I'd still come up
'Cause there's a whole lot of money in the ghetto
Yeah, you know
Hey, hey, hey
What'cha got to say?
(They got money in the ghetto)
Hollywood
(Havin' money in the ghetto, ooh-oh)
In Too $hortβs song βGhetto,β the artist speaks about his experiences living in poverty in the African American ghetto. The lyrics describe the daily struggles of life in the ghetto, including drug addiction, crime, lack of resources, and violence. Too $hort uses his platform to encourage listeners to take care of themselves and their loved ones, but also to recognize the commonalities that unite people across socio-economic lines.
Throughout the song, Too $hort speaks about the grit and determination required to survive in the ghetto. He describes how he feels like he has to watch his back and always be on guard, including threatening to shoot someone if they βplay him close and try to test his cool.β However, he also recognizes the communityβs strengths and resilience, describing how people in the ghetto can still find ways to enjoy life even amid the adversity they face. The song is a reminder of the challenges that many people face in Americaβs inner cities and encourages empathy and understanding for those who are struggling.
Line by Line Meaning
Talking bout the ghetto, funky funky ghetto
Referencing the difficult living conditions faced in impoverished areas
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive
Struggling to make it through each day and survive in dire circumstances
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Living in a neighborhood with broken infrastructure and high crime rates
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Drug addiction and abuse leading to tragic deaths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Friends from the past succumbing to negative influences
Every day it's the same, and it's the same every night
A repetitive, difficult and overwhelming existence
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
Frustrations leading to violent retaliations against people who test one's patience
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Responding violently if someone challenges, disrespects or threatens one's safety
Every day I wondered just how I'll die
Reflecting on the dangerous conditions and wondering when death may come
Only thing I know is how to survive
Coping and adapting to harsh realities in order to stay alive
There's only one rule in the real world
Looking out for oneself and one's immediate family is crucial in a harsh environment
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Prioritizing one's own well-being over others in a tough situation.
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Continuing to face difficulties and obstacles on a daily basis
Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Considering illegal activities to make ends meet, but knowing that it will only lead to trouble
Black man tried to break into my house again
Dealing with crime and security issues in the neighborhood
Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen
Assuming that someone has stopped using drugs after serving time in prison
Even though my brothers do me just like that
Even though people close to you may cause harm or betray you
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the
Returning the kindness and support received from others in the same community
Even though they put us down and call us animals
Facing discriminatory stereotypes and being dehumanized by others
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Succeeding financially in spite of being undervalued and oppressed
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Enjoying the luxuries and privileges that come with success despite societal barriers
Never really saying just who we are
Keeping one's personal identity and background private and undefined
We use alias names like Too $hort
Adopting a stage name or pseudonym to establish a persona or brand
Sell your stuff you might kill for
Being drawn into criminal activities and risking one's life for financial gain
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Growing up in the same harsh conditions and facing the same struggles as previous generations
Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin' dope
Lack of education leading to illegal activities and drug dealing
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
Questioning whether someone will resort to violence against members of their own community
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
Being vigilant and aware of one's surroundings in a dangerous place
All day long, just hoping and hoping
Hoping for better circumstances and improved living conditions
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Striving for stability and avoiding addictive behaviors
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Experiencing difficulties and feeling overwhelmed
Ten years from now, where will you be?
Questioning where one's life will be in the future given the current circumstances
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
Racial identity cannot be changed, despite society's pressures or injustices
Why you want to act like someone else?
Questioning why one would want to conform to societal norms or expectations
All you gotta do is just be yourself
Expressing the importance of being true to oneself and embracing individuality
Short Dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Acknowledge Too $hort's authority and respect his perspective
Never be ashamed of what you are
Embracing one's identity and not being ashamed of who you are
Proud to be black stand tall at heart
Feeling pride and confidence in one's Black identity and heritage.
Be intelligent, when you put em in check
Asserting oneself and standing up for one's rights in a smart and strategic manner
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
Encouraging education and personal growth in order to avoid being mistreated
And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
Warning against engaging in criminal activities that will result in incarceration
So if you don't listen it's not my fault
Disclaiming blame for someone else's actions and decisions
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
Benefiting financially from one's own success while others face the consequences of their actions
Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
Being imprisoned and unable to fulfill one's potential because of poor choices
While me and my peoples try to get out
Working hard to escape the hardships of the ghetto and pursue better opportunities.
Lyrics Β© Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Todd Shaw, Ronald Bell, Dennis Thomas, Robert Mickens, George Brown, Robert Bell, Claydes Smith, Allen Westfield
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@valen011
Talking 'bout the ghetto
Funky, funky ghetto
Trying to survive
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
The ghetto (hmm)
The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you, bro, but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope, but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break in my house again
Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)
The ghetto (trying to live our lives)
The ghetto (won't ya tell 'em 'bout it, Too $hort?)
So just peep the game and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a football team
And her baby died just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house, no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She'd rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force, send some help
Waiting on him, I'd better help myself
Housing authority and the O.P.D
All these guns just to handle me in the ghetto
The ghetto (people are dying)
The ghetto (children are crying)
The ghetto (don't have enough to eat)
The ghetto (don't even have shoes on their feet)
The ghetto
Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like Too $hort
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school, now he's slangin' dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be?
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to get out of the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
But I got no place to go
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to survive in the heart of the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Ha, 'cause that's the only place that I know
So much game in a Too $hort rap
Can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
Short dog is in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black, stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put 'em in check
'Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail, you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen, it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid and you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse, running your mouth
While me and my people try to get out
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Talking 'bout the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Funky, funky ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to survive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Funky, funky ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Got no place else to go
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
@Thepaserone
If you're still listening to this in 2024 you have my respect π
@coletrickle1775
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@bearded_wolverine3503
$hort dogs in tha house
@jeffmenace91
I will always listen to this, this is easily a banger on repeat any day/year π₯π―
@kinozzfr2657
Carlos Nolasco i have your respect
@JasonXXL
I guess the ghetto still the same everywhere, even 33 years later.
Greetings from SΓ£o Paulo, Brazil.
@chrisp-uk1wo
Poverty and the issues it brings are truly a shared experience across all continents, countries, and cultures. Much love to you guys in Sao Paulo! I trained Brasilian Jiu Jitsu for several years and I would love to visit Brasil someday. You guys have a wonderful vibrant culture there.
@eughxst
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@Rizzlyricist
I used to listen to this when I was 63, and now I'm 17. This will forever be a classic.