Ready Or Not
Wyclef Jean ft. The Fugees Lyrics


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Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and make you want me

Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
Those who fake, they break
When they meet their 400-pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyuping on their horse
I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinking bout the robbery that I did last week
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends
A Born Again hooligan only to be king again

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and make you want me

I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest
No stress, if you don't smoke sess, lest
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yes
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew
If you're doo-doo, voodoo
I can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly

You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew's gonna know baby, hey baby
You can't hide from the block, oh no

Ready or not, refugees taking over
The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushing up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die
Toss me high ? only puff la
With my crew from lock high




I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

Overall Meaning

"Ready or Not" by The Fugees is a song that blends hip hop, reggae, and soul, creating an iconic sound that has stood the test of time. The song opens with a sample from Enya's "Boadicea", an ethereal layer that sets the tone for the haunting lyrics. The song serves as a warning to those who try to hide their true selves or their actions, but in the end, they will be found out.


The opening lines "Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide, gonna find you and take it slowly" speak to the inevitability of truth and justice catching up with those who try to hide their actions or their true selves. This message is reinforced in the second verse when Wyclef Jean discusses the fact that jail bars aren't golden gates, and those who fake, will break when faced with their 400-pound mate. The song also delves into police brutality and the struggles of those living in poverty with the line, "everyone would have a gun in the ghetto, of course."


The chorus is infectious and sets the tone for the song's upbeat nature, making it a song that is both meaningful and enjoyable to dance to. The Fugees effortlessly blend elements of hip hop, reggae, and soul throughout the song, creating a sound that exemplifies their signature style. "Ready or Not" is a timeless classic that continues to be a favorite among music enthusiasts.


Line by Line Meaning

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
I'm coming for you, and there's no escaping me


Gonna find you and take it slowly
I won't rush, I'll take my time catching you


Gonna find you and make you want me
I'll capture you and make you fall for me


Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
I've escaped from something, and now I'm alert


Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
People who understand know the world isn't easy


Jail bars ain't golden gates
Being in jail isn't a good thing, despite how it's portrayed


Those who fake, they break
People who pretend to be something they're not will eventually fail


When they meet their 400-pound mate
When they encounter someone stronger than them


If I could rule the world
If I had the power to control everything


Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
People in poor areas would have the ability to defend themselves


When giddyuping on their horse
When they're travelling fast


I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine
I'm rapping while drinking strong alcohol


I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
I'm pouring out some alcohol for those who've passed away


But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Don't worry, I'm just daydreaming


Thinking bout the robbery that I did last week
Reflecting on a crime I committed recently


Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I stole money from a bank, and the person working there was unimpressive


I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
I want to do something fun or adventurous


Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
There's a gunshot, and I immediately react, thinking I've been hit


My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist
My partner is checking if I'm still alive after the gunshot


I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends
I'm pretty sure I'm not dead, and I'll tell my friends about what happened


A Born Again hooligan only to be king again
I've reformed, but I'm still powerful


I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest
I strategize against my rivals when I'm not actively fighting them


No stress, if you don't smoke sess, lest
I don't get stressed, except if you don't smoke weed


I must confess, my destiny's manifest
I have a clear idea of my future


In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
I'm dressed in warm, comfortable clothing, but I look like a vagrant


Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess
I'm having a great time rapping and singing with my friends


Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yes
I'll catch whoever I'm after, like Elliot Ness did in the past


Bless you if you represent the Fu
I give respect to those who are part of the Fugees


But I'll hex you with some witch's brew
But I'll put a curse on you if you're my enemy


If you're doo-doo, voodoo
If you're terrible, I'll use magic against you


I can do what you do, easy, believe me
I can match your skills easily


Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
People who pretend to be tough intimidate me


So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
While you're trying to act like a gangster, I'll be more creative and genuine


And defecating on your microphone
I'll mock your poor performance


You can't run away
You can't escape from me


From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
I'm great at what I do


Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
I'm very talented


And anywhere you go
You can't escape from me, no matter where you go


My whole crew's gonna know baby, hey baby
My entire team will be involved in catching you


You can't hide from the block, oh no
There's nowhere to hide, you're going down


Refugees taking over
We're in control now


The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
I'm a tough soldier, with long, dreadlocked hair


On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
At midnight, I'll fly by in my plane, ready for action


Crews run for cover, now they're under pushing up flowers
People are afraid of me, and some of them will end up dead


Superfly true lies, do or die
I'm facing dangerous situations, and I need to act heroically


Toss me high ? only puff la
Toss me a joint, I'll only smoke the best quality


With my crew from lock high
I'm with my tough, dependable team


I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
I came from a difficult situation, like a refugee from a prison camp


Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
I move around confidently, like the famous boxer Cassius Clay (Muhammad Ali)




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Nicholas John Ryan, Roma Shane Ryan, Thomas Randolph Bell, William Alexander Hart, Eithne Ni Bhraonain

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