Rap Like Me
Too $hort Lyrics


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Too $hort, MC

Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe

Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did

Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans

When I walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine
I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is Too $hort, now shut your mouth

In '81 I was rocking the house
I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and I don't sell drugs
I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
Gave the same damn speech to the Oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit

I need a, Oaktown, big time sound
Just enough beat to get on down
So, you other rappers listen to mine
You wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes
Call my rap trash, jam the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard

From here to New York, back to California
I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya
All this time you said she's your ho
You really shouldn't give baby all that dough
She gave it all to me cause I fuck so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I'm freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
I rarely ever think about a sucker MC

I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch
Short Dog in the house, starting some shit
MC's rock and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was the king of the Oaktown, spitting my game

10 years later, ain't nothing changed
Still the Boss of the Bay, and I know what they say
They call me "Godfather" and they call you "Gay"
Bitch! It's 1990

Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me
She heard about me, I fucked her best friend
I guess she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you MC's had
If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing
If could rap like me, they say you're so great
But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit

MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep on saying "Fuck Too $hort"
But I'm a better MC than you
And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch

On the TV screen, in the magazines
When they interview you, you just make up things
You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down
You're not the first real rapper from the Oakland town
You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap
You want to trip? Trip on that
I'm like MC Lyte, checking hoes tonight
If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic
Cause with a fake MC, a song's never complete
You'd better learn to rap like me

Whenever I rap, you call it noise
I'm tearing up shit up like the Acorn Boys
On 10th street, I got a big freak
Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak
Cause it's the Oaktown, and they all get down
To the rhythm of the Too $hort funky sound
It goes boom, baseline's on ya
Dangerous Crew from Oakland, California

Bitch don't front cause Short Dog is hard
If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart
Just like this, it lasts forever
You make a song and I make one better

You say I cuss, I say you're fake
Your eyes pop open like paper plates
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps
I said it before, I'll say it again
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
He's like silicon titties, can you feel 'em?
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one?
Shit, I'm that rapping man
I like you like the Klu Klux Klan
Motherfucker want to front on me?
My posse got a real MC, Too $hort

And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch

Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Whatever you say, you can't rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit

I told my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
You're trying to be like James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be?
I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker MC
'Cause I'm not like you, my game is true
I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, too
Cause I'm boss, and boss makes the rules
You disobey and you be a fool (Now listen)

One, remember how it all began
Don't guess, the answer is "Oakland"
Two, you'd better learn to rap like me
Or you like to be a fake MC
Three, never talk down on a player
I wouldn't care if you was Fred Astaire




Last but not least, number four:
Don't ever fuck with Too $hort, bitch

Overall Meaning

In Too $hort's song "Rap Like Me", the rapper brags about his successes in the music industry and critiques other rappers who try to imitate his style. The song is written in first-person point of view, specifically from Short's perspective. The chorus of the song encourages listeners to do like him and follow his style to succeed in the music industry. The verses take the listeners on a ride and showcase Short's rap skills, his rags to riches story and his perception of other rappers who try to copy his style.


The first verse opens with Short assuring the listeners that following his style will guarantee that they go "straight to the top". In the following lines, Short suggests that other rappers who do not follow his style will not thrive in the industry, instead, they will get dropped. He goes on to boast about his success in the music industry, selling a million albums, which was once a dream for him. In the second verse, he shares his humble beginnings, selling tapes with his friend Fred in Oakland around the Sunnyside and riding buses. He raps about the initial struggles he had before finding success as a rapper.


The bridge of the song features Short narrating how the people of California welcomed him with open arms and cheering for his rap skills. He goes on to compare the strength of his rap skills to those of other rappers, suggesting that they are not on his level. In the third verse, Short brags about his sexual success, having slept with many women, even stealing girlfriends from other men. He suggests that women prefer his prowess in bed over other superficial qualities. Finally, in the last verse and chorus, Short reiterates his position as one of the pioneers and the best rappers in the industry, stating that copying his style is the only way to succeed. He adds that those who try to imitate him will remain fake and will not go far in the industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
If you emulate my style of rapping, you will achieve success and recognition


Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
If you continue rapping in your own style, you will face failure and be ignored


Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve
I am so skilled in rapping that my talent appears effortless and natural


A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
I have achieved such a high level of success, selling a million albums, and it may be difficult to comprehend


Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I assure you that my success is real and not fabricated


I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I started my career by selling music tapes in the Sunnyside area


I used to catch the 40 bus around the way
I would travel around the area using the 40 bus


Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
My friend Fred Benz and I were selling tapes


All these things, that we did
We hustled and worked hard to establish ourselves in the music industry


Grab the microphone and start screaming 'Bitch!'
When I take the stage, I deliver powerful and provocative lyrics, exclaiming 'Bitch!'


You fronting MC, I hate to cap
You, as a mediocre rapper, are pretending to be something you're not, and I dislike it


You make hit records and you still can't rap
Despite your commercial success, your skills as a rapper are lacking


I said it before, I'll say it again
I have emphasized this point previously, but I will reiterate it


You don't believe me, ask your fans
If you doubt my statement, consult your own fans and listeners for confirmation


When I walked into Cali, the place was packed
When I entered California, the venue was crowded and energetic


Sir Too $hort 'Don't stop that rap'
The audience affectionately refers to me as 'Sir Too $hort' and encourages me to continue my rap performance


I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
I consistently deliver my crafted rhymes and lyrics during my performances


You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine
Your lack of originality and creativity in your own raps leads you to rely on listening to my rhymes


I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right
I am not looking for conflict, but simply stating the truth and setting the record straight


The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
I am widely regarded as the greatest rapper to ever take hold of a microphone


His name is Too $hort, now shut your mouth
My name is Too $hort, so cease your criticisms and close your mouth


In '81 I was rocking the house
I was a prominent and influential figure in the music scene in 1981, captivating audiences with my performances


I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I am a skilled and ambitious individual, continually striving for success and recognition


I hustle every day and I don't sell drugs
I work hard and engage in various business ventures, but I am not involved in selling drugs


I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
I have no affiliation with gangs and do not partake in gambling


Gave the same damn speech to the Oakland vice
I have addressed the law enforcement authorities in Oakland with the same message numerous times


But if you keep pushing, just like you
If you continue to provoke and challenge me, similar to your current behavior


When they see me on the strip, coming through
When people observe me on the streets, passing through the neighborhood


I break it down so vicious it'll break your back
I deliver my rap lyrics in a powerful and aggressive manner that can overwhelm and defeat my opponents


With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
The instrumental and backing music playing loudly complement my raps, enhancing the overall experience


That's it, I'm set
I have achieved my desired level of success and satisfaction


No need to talk that bullshit
There is no reason to engage in meaningless and insincere conversations


I need a, Oaktown, big-time sound
I require a distinctive and high-quality musical style that represents Oakland, California


Just enough beat to get on down
The music should have an optimal rhythm that compels listeners to dance and enjoy the experience


So, you other rappers listen to mine
I advise other rappers to pay attention and learn from my style and techniques


You wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes
You won't ever see me, known as Short Dog, rapping simplistic and childish nursery rhymes


Call my rap trash, jam the junk
If you criticize my rap as being worthless, then go ahead and disregard it


Put a sticker on the cover: 'X-Rated Funk'
To denote the explicit and provocative nature of my music, affix an 'X-Rated Funk' sticker on the album cover


It's just me, you say I won't go far
Despite your skepticism, I will undoubtedly achieve great success and recognition


But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
My passion for rap is unwavering, and I continue to deliver powerful performances


From here to New York, back to California
My influence and impact extend from the West Coast to the East Coast and back


I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya
I had a sexual encounter with your girlfriend, and I remind you that I had given you a warning


All this time you said she's your ho
Throughout your relationship, you claimed ownership over her, calling her your 'ho'


You really shouldn't give baby all that dough
You should not shower her with excessive money and gifts


She gave it all to me cause I fuck so good
She willingly handed over everything because I am exceptionally skilled in bed


I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
I gain experience and refine my abilities by engaging in sexual relationships with the girls in my local area


Cause when I'm freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
When I am in a sexual and explicit mindset, I express it through my rap lyrics, particularly targeting sexually adventurous individuals


I rarely ever think about a sucker MC
I rarely devote my thoughts and attention to subpar MCs who lack skill and talent


I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch
When my album reaches platinum status, it is an act of triumph and superiority over my critics


Short Dog in the house, starting some shit
As Short Dog, I assert my presence and stir things up within the music industry


MC's rock and MC's roll
MCs engage in rockin' and rollin' performances, delivering their unique brand of music


But the albums they make never go gold
Despite their efforts, their albums consistently fail to reach gold status


When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Even during my youth, I possessed the confidence and foresight that I would become one of the greatest in the industry


Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
Each song I created had a unique and innovative quality, impressing listeners


I was the king of the Oaktown, spitting my game
I held a dominating position in the Oaktown music scene, showcasing my impressive skills and charisma


10 years later, ain't nothing changed
Even after a decade, I remain consistent and unchanged in my status and abilities


Still the Boss of the Bay, and I know what they say
I am still regarded as the leader of the Bay Area music scene, and I am aware of the reputation that precedes me


They call me 'Godfather' and they call you 'Gay'
I am referred to as the 'Godfather' of the industry, while you are mocked with the insulting label of 'Gay'


Bitch! It's 1990
I assert my dominance and superiority by reminding everyone that it is the year 1990


Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me
Your girlfriend is actively seeking me out, indicating her interest and attraction towards me


She heard about me, I fucked her best friend
Having heard about my reputation, she engaged in a sexual encounter with her closest friend


I guess she wants to see if I can do it again
Her curiosity drives her to test whether I can replicate the same satisfying experience with her


You want to be like me, so damn bad
You desperately aspire to emulate me and my status in the music industry


The impossible dream all you MC's had
Your aspiration to become like me is considered impossible and unrealistic by other MCs


If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream
If you possessed the same rapping skills as me, you wouldn't need to dream of becoming like me


Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing
Instead of aimlessly boasting and making empty claims, focus on improving your rap skills


If could rap like me, they say you're so great
If you possessed the ability to rap like me, others would consider you highly talented and exceptional


But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake
However, when people discuss you, they describe you as insincere and lacking authenticity


And as the days go by, you can't forget
As time passes, it becomes impossible for you to overlook or ignore the impact I have had on the industry


The way I make you feel like shit
My demeanor and successful career have a significant impact on your self-esteem, making you feel inferior and inadequate


MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
I have encountered countless MCs like you in the past, so your presence does not faze me


You keep on saying 'Fuck Too $hort'
You persistently express your dislike and contempt for me, stating 'Fuck Too $hort'


But I'm a better MC than you
However, I maintain that I am a superior MC compared to you


And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch
You are incapable of doing anything except complaining and expressing discontent


On the TV screen, in the magazines
I frequently appear on television screens and in magazines, gaining widespread visibility


When they interview you, you just make up things
During interviews, you fabricate information and create false narratives


You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down
You are consumed by your ego and pretending to be authentic and connected to the scene


You're not the first real rapper from the Oakland town
In reality, you are not the original and genuine rapper representing the Oakland area


You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap
You are merely a novice and incapable of delivering skilled rap performances


You want to trip? Trip on that
If you want to challenge me, direct your criticism towards that fact


I'm like MC Lyte, checking hoes tonight
Similar to MC Lyte, I scrutinize and assess women tonight


If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic
If you lack the authenticity and talent required to be a true rapper, vacate the microphone


Cause with a fake MC, a song's never complete
A song can never reach its full potential when performed by an inauthentic and untalented MC


You'd better learn to rap like me
I advise you to acquire the skills and style necessary to rap like me


Whenever I rap, you call it noise
You dismiss my rap performances as mere noise


I'm tearing up shit up like the Acorn Boys
I cause chaos and create an impact similar to the notorious Acorn Boys gang


On 10th street, I got a big freak
I am associated with a sexually adventurous woman on 10th street


Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak
Until you develop the ability to rap effectively, recognize your lack of skill and potential


Cause it's the Oaktown, and they all get down
In the Oaktown music scene, everyone engages in energetic and lively performances


To the rhythm of the Too $hort funky sound
The energetic performances coincide with the rhythm of my distinctive and funky music


It goes boom, baseline's on ya
The music features a booming sound with a prominent bassline


Dangerous Crew from Oakland, California
The Dangeroud Crew, hailing from Oakland, California, contributes to the vibrant music scene


Bitch don't front cause Short Dog is hard
Do not pretend to be unimpressed or unaffected by my talent as Short Dog


If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart
If you retaliate against my rap with your own performance, I will skillfully dismantle your efforts


Just like this, it lasts forever
My rap performances leave a lasting impression and impact


You make a song and I make one better
Regardless of your attempts, I am capable of creating superior songs


You say I cuss, I say you're fake
You criticize my use of profanity, but I argue that your entire persona is inauthentic


Your eyes pop open like paper plates
Your reaction is exaggerated and comical, as if your eyes were popping out like paper plates


You fronting MC, I hate to cap
You, as a mediocre rapper, are pretending to be something you're not, and I dislike it


I make hit records with the vicious raps
I have achieved commercial success by producing impactful and hard-hitting rap songs


I said it before, I'll say it again
I have emphasized this point previously, but I will reiterate it


The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
You are simply one of my fans, and your attempts at rivalry are futile


He's like silicon titties, can you feel 'em?
You are artificial and insincere, just like silicone breast implants


How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one?
You, as a counterfeit and untalented rapper, are unable to compete with a genuine and skilled artist like me


Shit, I'm that rapping man
Indeed, I am the epitome of a talented and impactful rapper


I like you like the Klu Klux Klan
I despise you just as much as I despise the racist organization, the Ku Klux Klan


Motherfucker want to front on me?
You, as a disrespectful individual, dare to challenge and oppose me?


My posse got a real MC, Too $hort
I am supported by my crew, who recognize that I am a genuine and talented MC


And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
The music and my career have a relentless and unstoppable momentum


Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch
As Too $hort, I dominate the microphone with my mackin' style and attitude


Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Returning to the primary focus, we address the subject of my fellow rapper MC


Whatever you say, you can't rap like me
Regardless of your claims or statements, you are incapable of matching my rap skills


Rappers like me make real hits
Artists like me consistently produce successful and impactful songs


Rappers like you talk bullshit
On the other hand, rappers like you deliver empty and inauthentic lyrics


I told my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
I informed my friends and associates that a talented new artist has emerged in the music scene


You're trying to be like James Brown
You aspire to emulate the iconic musician James Brown


If I couldn't be me, who would I be?
If I were not myself, I would not even consider being anyone else


I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker MC
I absolutely would not stoop to the level of being a weak and talentless MC


'Cause I'm not like you, my game is true
I am fundamentally different from you, as my skills and persona in the rap game are genuine and authentic


I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, too
I have been involved in pimping women, and I have manipulated and controlled you as well


Cause I'm boss, and boss makes the rules
As the boss in this industry, I dictate and establish the rules that others must follow


You disobey and you be a fool (Now listen)
If you choose to disregard my authority, you will face negative consequences and appear foolish


One, remember how it all began
Firstly, recall and acknowledge the origins of this rap journey


Don't guess, the answer is 'Oakland'
Do not speculate, as the definite answer is 'Oakland'


Two, you'd better learn to rap like me
Secondly, it would be beneficial for you to acquire the skills and style necessary to rap like me


Or you like to be a fake MC
Otherwise, you prefer to remain a fraudulent and untalented MC


Three, never talk down on a player
Thirdly, avoid undermining or disparaging an accomplished and respected individual like me


I wouldn't care if you was Fred Astaire
Even if you possessed exceptional talent like Fred Astaire, it would not affect my attitude towards you


Last but not least, number four:
Lastly, the fourth point is as follows:


Don't ever fuck with Too $hort, bitch
Absolutely never attempt to mess with or challenge Too $hort, you disrespectful individual




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: TODD ANTHONY SHAW

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Comments from YouTube:

blaakheart8

one of the hardest albums, its hard to believe that my boy went platinum from out of his trunk, like a real boss

CHEF TINO707

STILL DOPE YEARS LATER!!

Crazyyakuza

He was the man in the late 80 to mid 90s ... my prime day

Mr. Midnight

Such a simple beat but so dope.

Rick D

He knew brotha's would bob their heads to this!

Kinta Lea

Yeah, I had to re-listen to this ONE! βœŒοΈπŸ’―

BIG CHE' DAWG

This shit still goin hard almost 20 years later!!!!!!!!!!

d loren

32 years

Gain Stage

Just found this sealed OG record in my collection, even came with a poster!
Beeeeeatchhhh

4858312

Definitely his best, and he didn't make any bad ones at all!

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