Fat Joe - The Shit is Real lyrics

Yeah this is goin out
To all the live motherfuckers
KnowhatI'msayin? All the real niggas
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California laBella Puerto Rico
Wherever the fuck you from
KnowhatI'msayin? yeah

This story takes place
Back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of 14
I was already knockin off punks
And suckers were scared to death -
Every time I walked by
I hear them niggas take their last breath
See I just didn't give a fuck -
And if you had a sheep skin
A leather bomber, you was gettin stuck
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt
And stuck up my cuz


See shit was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did
I never had no ends
And my moms was on wealthfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father
But the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the
Bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man
I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid
And can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops?
Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggas ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I
Hear somebody smoked that ass (gunshot)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real

Aiyyo the shit is real aiyyo it's real
Word up, the shit is real

Now I'm sixteen and there's
A brand new scene i'm makin mad loot
Gettin paid off the dope fiends
Keep the shit in check, in order
And my main man Tone was
Fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
That Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day
The fuckin cops arrest me
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggas gettin jealous cause
They know I'm livin fat
Talkin shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face
Cause they knew I packed a Glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans
So aiyyo don't sleep
And all you bitch ass niggas know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real

Aiyyo it's real the fuckin shit is real
Yeah aiyyo it's real

Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this song
Brothers can't deal with the real
Word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggas
Sayin that they catchin bodies
When they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit
Now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so
You wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the ass
If you ever did a fuckin bid
It's time to separate the
Real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk
Act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull
Rappers come up with
And all ya bitch-ass niggas know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real

Aiyyo the shit is real aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real

Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Mesanjarz of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy Jay in the house diamond D
The whole Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real

Aiyyo