2Pac – U Don’t Have To Worry (OG) (Version II)
Date: March 7, 1996
Producer: QDIII
Released on ”Until The End Of Time”
Lyrics:
[Vocal 6.9]
[Intro: 2Pac]
Yo c’mon man, what do you mean you don’t wanna ride with me, nigga
C’mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin’ car, man
Yo why you trippin’ man? Get in the fuckin’ car, man
Get in the fuckin’ car.. get in the car
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
‘Cause you, you think niggas gon’ be blastin’ at it
It ain’t even that deep baby)
[Hook: 2Pac]
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one clique, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my comp
Gettin’ wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
While niggas run I’m the last one standin’, the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside
Though it’s worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
Niggas tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and their daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave ’em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin’ past
Why you change, it’s a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves niggas never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck
Quit bullshit nigga ’cause I’m still fuckin’ yo’ bitch
Niggas got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame
[Verse 2: Young Noble]
Y’all remember “Hit ‘Em Up,” don’t make us do it once more
Yo’ niggas know, you ain’t fuckin’ with them Out-lawz
We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin’
Don’t nobody give a fuck ’cause you done crossed the game
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made yo’ bed nigga lay in it
You scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
It’s not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do’
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo’, you kissin’ the flo’
We dirty as the motherfuckin’ streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggas with the words though the heat’s preferred
Holla
[Hook: 2Pac]
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes, let the punks know
[Verse 3: E.D.I.]
‘Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin’ car wit’cha
I’d have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God, nigga
I only got one click, Outlawz ’til I’m gone
Heavy in the game and we comin’ for they fuckin’ throne
The love is gone well it is what it is
And plottin’ on us, they best be prayin’ for they kids, mayne
You don’t have to worry ’cause I ride for ya
Like K said over loyal we even tell ’bout a lie for ya
You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya
And when it get to poppin’ I’ma fuckin’ ball for ya
And everything I do gon’ have your names on it
I’ll never let them forget I put my seeds on it
[Verse 4: Napoleon]
You gon’ die before yo’ time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggas still remind your vest
Why the fuck you ain’t done yet, swallow yo’ teeth
In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat
Fuck a Glock nine that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can’t strategize then you just can’t eat
If your life in another nigga hand, you dead
And if it’s beef and your man disappear then don’t sweat it
Another fake nigga usin’ my strengths to get credit
I mean you might face sound scared but your heartbeat said it
[Hook: 2Pac]
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know
[Verse 5: Kastro]
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
But now I’m a rider, connivin’ gutsy
And I don’t trust nobody, so don’t nobody trust me
And that’s how I’ma go about it ’til somebody bust me
I play for keeps like the OG’s raised me
If I sleep I won’t eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I’m goin’ crazy ’cause my hair is gettin’ thinner
I’ve been drinkin’ on the daily, I can hardly remember
I got – bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord but the church can’t cure me
I sleep light, I wake peekin’ out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow
And that’s the way it’s gonna be ’til they bury me
But don’t twist it ’cause none of y’all niggas worry me
[Verse 6: Young Noble & Kastro]
What the fuck you didn’t know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow
You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
My niggas couldn’t fade me with some clippers
You put it down, look all around, ’til we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you
[Verse 7: Kadafi]
Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin’ through your chimney like Kris Kringle
On some shit, get me fee to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow I been a thug shootin’ slugs since a child
[Hook: 2Pac]
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know