Single White Female (Previously Unreleased 2nd Album)

by TAIRRIE B

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THE B - WORD --------------------- They wanna know who started it Cut the bullshit Tairrie B is back and I'mma finish it Nowadays every hoe got an attitude...switch Or calling herself a bitch! Got a gat, got a rap and all that But you ain't legit so no callback Cause the part is mine and I said it first When you was afraid to curse What's worse is they told me not to say it Cause if I do the radio won't play it But I don't give a fuck about radio this cut And when I say "B.I.T.C.H" I don't mean "Slut" I mean "Being In Total Control of Herself" Nothing else So load the clip, grip, I'm equipped to be heard I call it the B - Word.
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SINGLE WHITE FEMALE --------------------------------- You’re calling me a Devil Not knowing I’m twice the level of a rebel I bury hoes when I battle so better bring a shovel Tairrie B la mafiosa, bum rushin your ponderosa Step any closer, my nine will roast ya A Ruthless Bitch at a pitch that’ll make your speakers shatter I strike a pose outta Vogue and all the B-Boys gather If it was wack you’d have been gone But it’s funky so you stayed, don’t be discouraged by my skin tone Hardcore, the Italiana is blunt like marijuana I’mma leave your head steamin like a sauna Or Jacuzzi as I dis the floozy Who steps up to try to try do me, unload my lyrics like an Uzi Do a drive by why? I pay somebody else to do it Dig it because there’s really nothing to it Yes I’m still the Mobstress boss and got the paid Gangsters, snipers, ever since they wore diapers Hyper than a hypochondriac on crack And on a payroll pension (to put a slug in your back) These are the type of motherfuckers that I’m down with So let’s move on to a new type of gangster shit The competition is dying to see me fail Cause my skin is pale And I’m the Single White Female. Now you’re in too deep with the Single White Female peep this And getting deeper and deeper as I keep this Quiet as kept, never sleep or get slept on Watch my back so’s I never get crept on Kept on to the break a dawn and on and on Now I’m a break em off some So come and get done Because you can’t get none of this And like I told you before, yo I’m runnin this So all ya hoes who bought my record or rented it Leave the gangster shit to the bitch who invented it Since then, you wonder where I’ve been What happened They told me white girl can’t – so I’m rappin Cock the glock like the wreck shop taught me And now white girls can cause they got me! Sad Girls just for the money step to the bad girl Your label pumps you up to get jumped And you’ll be the had girl Steady swingin from my bra strap I ain’t afraid to pull a gat and bust a cap If it comes to that But you don’t hear me honey, I gets the money Back off me sonny It’s kinda funny from the snow bunny But I’m a smash that myth Cause I’mma get rich gangster bitch And with my four fifth I blast swift So anybody tryna test the T to get the best of me I’m a hit ya with my recipe It’s call machete spaghetti or street pizza I’ll beat ya then from head to toe I’ll let my boys beat ya Next we hittin up your label for extortion So everything you release …I own a portion Weep and sob, you got robbed To me it’s just another job And now you’re married to the mob Mobbin – Tairrie B’s heart throbbin in the nine fo A funky feminine flow that clocks all the dough There’ll be so many who will fail Riding close upon the trail Of the Single White Female.
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RHYTHM METHOD -------------------------- Yo, it’s Tairrie B for the 9-3 Dropping shit for the G’s Can I rock the M.I.C? With Ease Please back up off me…I’m gel Watching groups of troops head north With their heads swell Pay no mind or you get left behind Like the lyrics I said You didn’t hear em...rewind And you’ll find I got the flavor designed For the flexing and the flowing And the way I drop it in this rhyme Ya funkin for the New Year, New atmosphere What is written’s flippin' And this homegirl’s kinda rare Rhythm Method’s here and I’m sure it’s clear With a funky jazz mix We’re in there, we’re in there Providing em with what is necessary, well prepared I’ll make em stare, don’t try to compare Cause you were warned, informed on exactly what I give em Now I’mma hit em with the rhythm Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Bring it, swing it, bring it swing it.... Bring it, swing it, bring it swing it.... Key to the lock now I rock non stop real strong Back where I belong I wasn’t gone long now I’m smoothed out underground And hardly any cursing going on in this song What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? My flavors still spicy and the groove is still strong Move along with the sound down with the Wreckshop A feminine flex then onto the next stop Roughneck sex appeal Victoria Secret underneath but still sportin Khaki suits Steel toed boots and I collect my loot With my nickel plated chrome troop I got my method down pound for pound You out in the first and they’ll be no next round Like a blow from Julio I let the tempo flow till I get em And then I hit em with the rhythm Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Bring it, swing it, bring it swing it.... Bring it, swing it, bring it swing it.... Well here we go and with the flow is simply Where you’re gonna find me Kicking it like a G for the men I left behind me Yo, I give em fever with a rhythm that’s cool Method got em guessin' but I’m strictly old school Nope I never touch the dope but on occasion I’ve been known to hit the blunt So pass whatever’s blazing I’m raisin hell; no doubt I’m putting heads out No need to battle cause I take the direct route Can I swing this new thing like an old fling clings? I’m taking off like I got wings Like Teena Marie sings I got em flippin' and trippin' off the way the T brings The soul to the whole program and then slam Another verse, I blew up but didn’t burst And didn’t curse cause they told me I could get em If I hit em with the rhythm Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Swingin' it out to ya now the rhythm method Bringin' it out to ya, the rhythm method Bring it, swing it, bring it swing it.... Bring it, swing it, bring it swing it.... Can I swing it? [Wreckshop] Yes you can Can I swing it? [Wreckshop] Yes you can Can I swing it? [Wreckshop] Yes you can Can I swing it? [Wreckshop] Yes you can Can I swing it? [Wreckshop] Yes you can Can I swing it? [Wreckshop] Yes you can Can I swing it? [Wreckshop] Yes you can Can I swing it? Yeah , I damn sure can!
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AIN’T NOTHING PERSONAL --------------------------------------- They wanna know who started it Fuck the bullshit! Tairrie B is back and I’mma finish it Nowadays every hoe got an attitude…switch But me I’m a Bitch Got a nine - Got a rhyme for your pimp to coach ya But the “Murder” I wrote will still smoke ya Payback’s a mutha…And I owe ya Ain’t nothing personal I don’t know ya Girl’s got balls, but I’mma bust em E’s down with me so don’t trust him My rep, huh, step with it I signed my contract, never slept with it Take that wack rap back to the crack bed hoe Fat ass shaking like Jell-O Watch it wiggle...see it jiggle! Not the single white female, trick don’t try Prize to the eyes of the wise, wise guys And the Godfathers and Goodfellas know Who not to call hoe Like Lucky Luciano I get my Italiano on And then bomb, like a Don Strictly business with no rehearsal And ain't nothin' personal Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Well it’s the trigger finger, Lady Mobster Like Ma Barker or Bonnie Parker But I can get deeper and darker Wearing Dickies and Starter, a 22 in my garter Belt and your heart will melt if you trust it But if your ass roll up them I’mma bust it And take what’s mine straight from the jump G Pop the trunk and pull the pump see I don’t fuck around or clown with a trick Got balls so I don’t need no dick And I can get mannish if that’s how it gotta be A Guinea brat with a gat like Gotti And a body that’s stacked Packed with a 357 So watch where you’re steppin' The one to play me is Martin Scorsese Ain’t a hoe yet fade me And make me wonder When I’m going under cause I got nine lives And I got cats eyes Spot a “Tweedy Bird” in my scope and I buck him Then I pluck him, better start duckin'...Fuck him! Show him who’s connected and who ain’t no doubt And have Schoolly D take his ass out Cause this is strictly business with no rehearsal And ain't nothin' personal! Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Ain't nothin' personal... Like a Robert De Niro – I ain’t no hero A lot of people want me but ain’t not got me And if you get close and opportunity knocks Go home and get your shine box And don’t get cute or ya finna get a steel toed boot to the grill So ya hoes better chill Cause I can get ill when I wreck on a subject Check your head, then check your bed Or better yet your stable, who’s running your label Or taking pussy from you under the table It might be Eazy that you’re giving it up to But I’m the one who’s gonna fuck you So save the drama for Brian DePalma And the rest for your mama Cause if I wanna get ya, you’d have already been got Point blank one shot! Cause I’m the Boss of Bosses and my gold cross has Got me protected and I’m well respected Wear a bulletproof vest, give the kiss of death Drop the gun and then confess Yes I’m a Bitch and they’ve all tried to get me Father forgive me... Cause this is strictly business with no rehearsal And…ain't nothin' personal!
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PULL UP TO THA BUMPER ------------------------------------- Hey DJ – That’s what I like… Now pull up to tha bumper I see you looking so whatcha acting shy for? Pull up to tha bumper My beat is to die for Move your feet Come on you got to dance to A rhythm that’s sexy enough to romance you Here’s your chance - Let the beat tempt you And if I’m making you sweat well I meant to Your body will jack to my track as I kick it The rhythm will hit ya and the drum will get wicked The lyrics will flow and no, I don’t sing them This is a rap so yo, I just swing them Bring them to a higher level of conscious The beat goes on ...as I does I flaunt this New style, meanwhile, you can’t dis this You want a play thing? Go get a mistress You want kiss this? Take a number sucka And…Pull Up To Tha Bumper I got the right to choose, use sex as a weapon “The Power of a Woman” is strong I’m stepping... To the dance floor but don’t let that fool ya Try to play me out no doubt I’ll school ya With a beat that’s funky, a bass that’s royal Bringing room temperature to a boil So act like ya know cause this ain’t “Beat Street” And if ya do, then I got a sweet treat Drums that’ll kick and a snare that’ll hit ya Me not get ya, I can’t even picture It… Cause my résumé’s extensive Flavors fly and my taste expensive Yes I’m sexy, but respect me So don’t run up boy, come correctly Yo Julio G are ya with me? Then Pull Up To Tha Bumper…hit me! Break it down one time……. Some say it’s a sin if so, I’m a sinner But who’s to say new jack or beginner? I’m a different shade of soul which is hard to swallow But educate your mind and your body will follow Wherever you lead there’s a place you can go to Get into the groove and a beat you can flow to The tempo is hype on a straight up club tip So come on and dance cause I know that you love it But no need to shove it, just go with your body Your moves are smooth but your nature is naughty And this is my party so don’t get too dirty Please, I’m no skeeze, I’m just being flirty But I’ll strip tease right down to the bare drum Hi-Hat all that and a snare drum Music has no race or face or color Now Pull Up To Tha Bumper
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LET’S GET FUNKY -------------------------- One Two, One Two Tairrie B’s in the house, in the house Turning it out, Turning it out…ah yeah Not here to talk about sex Nope No that’s next Here to bust some rhymes for your mind On a beat so sweet, that you could eat this Lyrics so dope, ya wanna smoke so… c’mon C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky Yo, yo, yo. yo….. This beat is groovy and it’s grooving And it’s got my body moving And it’s soothing while I’m cruising to the max And that’s the facts, I don’t have time to relax I’m getting busy boy the T is making tracks I can’t stop I gotta move my booty when I hear the beat drop My feet just tap and my fingers just pop And then I be bop to the what? To the top…To the what? To the tip tip top I’m hype, getting hyper on this heavy hip hopness No one can stop this, I’m gonna drop this Snare right there, like that? Hell yeah, no one can ever compare! C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky Skip, skip skip skip…. Skip to my Lou to my one two So what you wanna do? I’ll leave it up to you… Now get a grip, get off my tip and don’t give me no lip Cause I’ve been known in my home zone to flip, quick I’m hot like fire, the flame is getting higher Me O my A what a sizzling sensation A situation, when I need a rest I take a long vacation To the Bahamas in my pajamas or my jammies Apple Jolly Ranchers are my favorite candies But on a serious note A rhyme I never wrote that just didn’t float Will get ya high so high without taking dope nope C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky Oh….I can’t stop Why? This beat is thicka so hurry up quick And get a flick a my bic Now drop a dime The T is ready to rhyme I ain’t a joke and in a coke I like a twist of lime Ah yes, I’m hard but so easy going Not to say that you’re on my tip But gotta admit that I be flowing So what’s up? I give you what you want It’s not pop...Is it pop? No it’s not...so don’t front This beat is fat cause I like it like that Like this? You don’t wanna dis Cause you just might get ripped with a funky lyric You must hear it Tairrie B is on the mic so don’t ya dare come near it! C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky C'mon get high with me on a funky groove, ay yeah Be a hip hop junky c'mon let's get funky
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NECESSARY ROUGHNESS -------------------------------------- So you never had a battle now you wanna battle Tairrie? Ya little virgin I’mma bust that cherry Stepping to me, now your future looks shady You got jacked, got jacked by a lady That’s how I treat a man, ain't it a trip Once I get em whipped, they better not slip There’s a hollow point tip in the clip of my gat I got my own and I’m strapped With a bad rap and if you offend me That’s when I start smacking and stop acting friendly You’re staring me down but ain’t scaring me And I don’t need a goddamn man to take care of me Cause I’m an independent woman in other words I ain’t backing down to you, you or those other nerds And if you try to stuff this, I’mma show toughness Necessary Roughness! Smooth...Rough...Smooth...Rough... Smooth...Rough...Smooth...Rough... This is a feminine flex and of coarse the sex is female Let me kick it in detail Men keep saying that woman can’t rhyme But I’ve been known to bust balls in my time Give me a microphone and I’mma get down To a rhythm coming straight from the Comptown label I don’t mess around with rhyming I kick ass and cut glass like a diamond Steel toes or heels an panty hose I’m breaking all the rules along with the egos And I stand strong in field that I chose So wherever I step, my rep goes Now I suppose there are those that doubt me Cause of something that was written about me But when you gotta be tough you can’t bluff this It’s Necessary Roughness! Smooth...Rough...Smooth...Rough... Smooth...Rough...Smooth...Rough... Roughness, and ya made me do it Now I’mma get up, get down and get to it In control and coming right at ya Firm when I sat ya down then I gat ya Rough, cause that’s how I planned it Smooth, cause I’m a lyrical bandit You try to step but I’mma ruin your rep Hip hip for the punk with pep Just another motherfucker I had to drag along You bother me son, move on you’re just a tag along Tryna get a piece of the action But I keep waxin', taxin' and askin'… Why is rap not for a lady, huh We’ve come a long way baby And it’s time for a woman with toughness This is Necessary Roughness!
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RESPECT YOURSELF ------------------------------ Now here’s a strong topic, drop it and relate to it No need to stop it and no need to be afraid of it A lot of men are taking advantage, I don’t play that No I’m not gonna front or try to say that I ain’t been a sucker for a man, I have been But that was back then, never mind what has been This is the present and who says it ain’t right For me to speak up and say what I feel inside But I’m not the only one to feel how I feel in fact All the ladies in the house I got your back You gotta get with this and respect you Cause if ya don’t, don’t expect nobody else to I’m coming at ya with a serious subject Yeah, I’m Pro-Choice and I’m making it public And if I’m talking to you Then it’s time to protect yourself In other words, respect yourself! You know what's right and wrong Don't have to tell ya Come on respect yourself Let's come together You' know the time has come Don't have to tel ya Come on respect yourself it's now or n ever Let me tell you about a girl I know named Laurie I’ll call her that for the sake of this story She was a good girl, from a good family Two sisters, a mom and a dad, ya see They were upper middle class, ya know green grass? A couple a cars, nice house and all that Now don’t blab it but Laurie had a habit Every night she’s take her arm and she’d stab it She was addicted and nothing could save her From the needle that her boyfriend gave her Damn what a man can do to ya, huh I hope you’re listening, I hope I’m getting through to ya She no longer had a home cause her family rejected her No longer had a job cause nobody respected her All of this because of somebody else It ain’t worth it, ya gotta respect yourself! You know what's right and wrong Don't have to tell ya Come on respect yourself Let's come together You' know the time has come Don't have to tel ya Come on respect yourself it's now or n ever That’s right – It’s 1992 And “"The Power of a Woman”" continues Cause if you don’t respect yourself Ain’t nobody gonna respect you Yo – It’s up to you So what ya gonna do? Yeah… Kick in the drums cause here comes the real deal Your man is beating you down, now how do you feel? Like nothing, yeah so get tough and… Tell him you’re gonna leave him, I mean without bluffin' You’re getting used and abused, you got nothing to lose But your life, think about it cause one night He may take it, before It’s too late go get help You gotta respect yourself! You know what's right and wrong Don't have to tell ya Come on respect yourself Let's come together You' know the time has come Don't have to tell ya Come on respect yourself it's now or never You know what's right and wrong Don't have to tell ya Come on respect yourself Let's come together You' know the time has come Don't have to tel ya Come on respect yourself it's now or never
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GIVE THE BEAT A BREAK ----------------------------------- Here we go...listen up tell us Is it right for a white girl to make the fellas jealous? Hell yes, groove to the rhythm Move to the dance floor, forget how I’m living My name’s Tairrie, and I’m very…Very cherry Very… extraordinary You can’t knock it, so you jock it while I roll it But if you want it sexy I’ll stroll it Smooth so get into the groove while I swing it Straight up, wait up you ready now I’mma bring it To a climax, wax and tax all the sucker making noise Give The Beat A Break Boys Testing my mic to a beat that’s hype I add a feminine touch cause I’m ladylike You needed someone tough, I’m the sister to do it So put the needle to the record and…get to it I attack the track and any punk to approach me Step back baby cause there’s no need to coach me I carry myself like a lady when I rap If the crowd calls for it then I carry a gat And come fully strapped yo, you know the rule Calm, cool…cause I ain’t no fool Don’t try to bluff me boy, that’s a wrong move And I rap rough to a strong groove I’ll put you in your place with a scratch to match my voice Give the beat a break boys! Now if a rumor of a battle comes up I’ll say...right girl Pass the microphone to the white girl And just stay back while I start where you left off Step off…while I get my rep off Homeboys make some noise (Baker Boys) Yo T! Throw your hands in the air (Baker Boys) Go T! Now just stay cool cause I ain’t taking no shit I’m dope, I look good and you know I’m legit Stop having a fit, sweating my tip Cause I’m down with Comptown and that’s it Ooooh, did I say a bad word now? Well let me drop a little Ruthless know how Yeah, something funky for the busters Your girl got a rhyme, well I’mma dust hers Homeboy cause you’re leaving me no choice Give the beat a break boys!
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Fever 04:39
FEVER ---------- The minute he walked in the joint Now let me get right to the point My temperature rose and I suppose I froze My pantyhose felt tight, my knees felt weak I had to powder my nose, I didn't attempt to speak He walked by, winked his eye and with a sexy sigh He said...."Hi" I tried to be cool but how can you be cool when you're hot I tried to be calm But how can you be calm when you're not So I, sat at the table and ordered a drink Make it a white wine I needed some time to think I pointed him out to the waiter as he sat at the bar I said "So sugar, who's the guy with the scar?" (I've never seen him before) Well find out his name.... He was alone he didn't have no dame I got up, stepped to the back of the room for a breather He gave me....Fever! Fever, when he kissed me Fever when he held me tight Fever, in the morning Fever all through the night I grabbed my mink and walked over said is this seat taken? The heat was on, I knew he was bakin' We looked at each other and I felt kinda steamy Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? The band started playing and the room got smokey I asked him to dance he said... (ALT) I gotta stay low-ley What's the matter, you wanted or something? He said... (ALT) Yeah, or something I knew right away that he was nothing but trouble He ordered a scotch on the rocks So I said make it a double The waitress poured the drink And she began to flirt I said ..back off chick or else you're gonna get hurt He had a fat bankroll, no tip for the hoe He whispered in my ear... (ALT) C'mon baby , let's go You got a girlfriend? (ALT) well uh... Well I suggest that you leave her He gave me...Fever! Fever, when he kissed me Fever when he held me tight Fever, in the morning Fever all through the night Well I took him by the arm and said let's blow this dump As we got to the door he called some sucker a chump (ALT) Ay yo, chump We jumped in his ride and headed back to the crib So you can take it from there Ya know..."ad lib" And if you don't understand see we was playin' a part He was my man from the very start So ladies listen up This is what you got to do You're love life needs a lift, here's a tip for you You've gotta turn up the heat once in a while and please him Wear something sexy round the house and tease him Like lingerie or lipstick that's red Oh, and don't forget those satin sheets on the bed Pop the cork on the champagne and treat him like a king Dim the lights and let Sinatra sing On the stereo, cause that's the way to go So take it form the 'T' cause me I know How to keep my man girls... (Step Sistas) you best believe her Yeah, I give him Fever Fever, when he kissed me Fever when he held me tight Fever, in the morning Fever all through the night Fever, when he kissed me Fever when he held me tight Fever, in the morning Fever all through the night Yeah Fever all through the night Know what i'm sayin? Fever all through the night Talk to me daddy....
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THE GODMOTHER --------------------------- Ruthless, making money is no joke Pistols smoke, cut throats and you choke No messing around clown you better be down with me The Female Mob Boss, head of the family No kisses and hugs, I’m not into drugs Keep a piece in my purse and I’m surrounded by thugs Shrewd, when I make a decision A Baptism, put me in this position Taking out competition with a hit Legit, equipped to be called a Syndicate No rehearsal and nothing personal This, is straight up business Ice on my fingers, on my neck is a gold cross I want it I got it, It doesn’t matter the cost Clever, never ever going for the set up Cops won’t let up so now we go head up Mess with me I’ll come back at your brother They call me the Godmother! Back again... They call me the Godmother Back again... Head of the family Back again... They call me the Godmother Back again... They call me the Godmother It's an Italian thing... Part two, the saga continues I’m rubbing out crews, If ya snooze ya lose Hit the stage, cause I’m on a rampage Found face down from effects of a 12 gauge LA Times front page reads boldly “Another Mobster Shot Down Coldly” Mafia related? Yes and I’m stepping To the limo, ditch the murder weapon Back to the pad make me mad and I’ll stomp ya Don’t even try, my alibi’s the Opera After that, a bubble bath and bed DA talking shit you’ll get a bullet to the head I’m quick to flip so don’t press your luck punk Get off my tip or end up in a trunk And under a sheet, there’s no need to be sweet I pay people like ALT to take the heat Recite the oath to a shotgun blast Now you’re mine from first favor to last Mess with me, I’ll come back at your brother. They call me the Godmother Back again... They call me the Godmother Back again... Head of the family Back again... They call me the Godmother Back again... They call me the Godmother It's an Italian thing... You try to step to me homeboy but it’ll be A cold day in hell or better ye,t Italy I’m strapped with a gat when I roll with my posse Took out the last sucker to cross me Cause I’m the Boss see, so throw me my Raiders cap While I gangster rap And slap hoes and those who try to play me close Salude! To the family I toast A bulletproof bustier for the evening Load, the 357 as I’m leaving Versace suit, one look and your heart will melt A 22 tucked in my garter belt High heeled pumps complete with a steel toe I’ll watch your last breath and death will be real slow Mess with me I’ll come back at your brother They call me the Godmother! Back again... They call me the Godmother! Back again... Head of the family! Back again... They call me the Godmother! Back again... Yo boys….show em who’s Ruthless! Bitch on the gank move.... So you come to me cause you want protection Kiss me ring as a sign of affection Slice your finger and say you’re a friend to me I know you’re my enemy So now you’re dead with a bullet to the dome So I buy two tickets and head to Rome Time to hide out, relax and wind out There’s no way the cops will find out That’s what happens if you’re dissin' me Yo I make the hit then get to Sicily Chill with the family at least a year Come back to town when the smoke has cleared Call my boys cause I'm back in business Check my hit list and pay some visits So give me respect unlike to other I’m Tairrie B….the Godmother!
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RHYMIN WITH A DEVIL ------------------------------- Now lets run with a level And on the double Tairrie B was called a Devil Now you're in trouble Cause the mic is in tone Your mind has been blown So don't judge me for my skin tone...sucka! Names i've been called been kinda nasty Punk motherfuckers always try to harrass me Sass me, blast me but that's blasphemy You want a pop rap? Fuck that! Quit askin' me God created everyone with the same sand Blood that's red but yo, some are more tan So understand my plan when I write this Me, myself, I grip the mic with a white fist And whether your Italian, Latin or Asian African American or yes, Caucasian Color doesn't got nothing to do with it, kick my level.... Who you callin' a Devil? Rhymin' with a Devil, yeah yeah Rhymin' with a Devil Steadily was how I started my last track Held back for the fact that I ain't black Attacked the woman assuming I wasn't down And never asked me the meaning of "Comptown" Found the sound to be deadly A magnum was a microphone Murder the medley But I hold my own, so I'm known as a "Bitch" yo, rock that shit! Rhymin' with a Devil, yeah yeah Rhymin' with a Devil Now the system's set up so you just can't trust it But censorship ain't shit...I'm cussin' Little white lies, blue eyes and blonde hair... Shouldn't be my cross to bare The "B" word , truth or dare, define it.... "B to the I T C H" I'm it Rhyme it, speak of a Devil and be warned Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned With the letter "D" and you better be On your best behavior when you step to me Yeah, you thought that I was just another "Ice" cream color And everything I heard my brothers say But I don't play myself out or take the hell route And if you ain't down with that, then you ain't on my level And you're ...rhymin' with a Devil! Huh, that's right... I ain't got nothin to prove And the groove's by Sugartooth!
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SOME LIKE IT HOT -------------------------- I'm swift with the gift to me, rhymin' comes naturally Born to perform, get applause and cause casualties If damage gets done bet that I did it WIth finess in a dress that's perfectly fitted I'm the gangstas moll, not too tall but I'm packin' A gun, made for fun, that's why these bums keep strappin' This platinum blonde bombshell I proceed to exceed, succeed and excel To new heights, that's right I'm white and I'm down With the boys in the hood and my label "Comptown" My name's Tairrie but you can call me "Freddy" Cause I'm your worst nightmare if you're a "Betty" So get ready, Vic cuts like a machete Most men will give their lives, to see me in a teddy Girls hold your men as tight as you can The beat is by "Ren" and now I'mma begin To get loose, seduce put on lipstick and mousse Then kick ten times more rhymes of Mother Goose When will you learn that I burn like a flame And put this dame's name on the walk of fame And pay your respects to the new "Queen of Compton" Punks talkin' junk are the punks I'm stompin' Out like roaches in steel toed boots Bleached blonde with Italian roots Born for rhymin', forever like diamonds You sleep while I creep so I keep climbin' Higher, object of your desire Always draped in the flyest attire I know who I look like but don't even say it Just go to the store buy my record and play it And realize that I rise above the level Of ignorant suckers who call me a Devil When I'm a goddess, there's no need to be modest I turn out the show and prove who's the hottest In the profession I'll make an impression Keep the men starin' while wearin' Obsession cologne Drop the microphone and smack a hoe if I don't like her tone Of voice... it's annoying when girls try to play me I keep my composure and act like a lady You got what it takes? Oh no I think not It takes what I've got cause some like it hot!

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Although I have been screaming in metal bands since 1993, there will always be a special place in my heart for my hip hop past and what I did as a rap artist before I decided to change my musical path.

Over the years many people have written me via My Ruin asking if I would post the tracks from my previously unreleased second rap album "Single White Female". Originally recorded in 1992/93 while on Eazy E's Comptown Records label after my debut "The Power Of A Woman" in 1990.

For nostalgia purposes only, I have went into my vault and found my past recordings which have never been heard until now. Please keep in mind that these classic tracks were taken from the original cassette tapes so the quality of some may sound better than others.

Enjoy! ♥ TB

WATCH ☞ Murder She Wrote (1990)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=arjt4Jb2_kU

WATCH ☞ Swingin' Wit T
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uSypszFoP0

WATCH ☞ The Party Machine (Part 1)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyoIKzEZR8Y

WATCH ☞ The Party Machine (Part 2)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNMRbU00ktA

WATCH ☞ Juke Box Jury
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qm2ZNyU2y4c

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released August 11, 2010

Cover Art by Tairrie B. Murphy
Photo by Peter Dokus

www.houseofcapricorn.com
♑ └A 2015

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TAIRRIE B Los Angeles, California

└A Woman currently living in Knoxville, TN.OG Scream Queen, Emcee, Multi-Hyphenate Artist, Wife, & Feminist. Pro-Choice, Anti-Trump, Radical Liberal. Fluent in politics, profanity & RESISTANCE.🎤💋

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