What's Up Wit That

Ha, once again

First and only female representin, yeah

Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin

Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what

Now I'ma tell it like it aint never been told

With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold

Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs

With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs

Now wassup, if by some haphazard

You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster

Up in the slot where you used to rock

Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that

Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that

Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny

Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin crash dummies

I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that

Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that

You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers

My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that

I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that

And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that

And radio plays me, yo

You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers

My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin, worse than armageddon

Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin

Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline

Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin

Educated, rhymes pre-meditated

Over niggas heads while they out percolatin

Spot datin, block money I could take in

Drops on the box like I was ovulatin

Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that

You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that

Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene

Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine

Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that

And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that

Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen

Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that

I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that

And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that

And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that

Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen

Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold your stuff

I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff

Focus your attention as I make my mark

Cuz I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start

Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition

Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission

Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap

reference

'Fore you're left hangin from your vest

Definitely, gettin severance pay

While my joint moves 20,000 units every day

Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun

Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that

I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that

You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi

Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy

Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that

I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that

And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that

And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that

You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi

Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy

Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that

I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that

And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that

And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that

You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico

I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people

Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G