I knocked out so many teeth, the tooth fairy went bankrupt
Collection
90s rap quotes
Every line here is a lyric from a song that its linked Genius page dates to 1990–1999; interview lines carry no release year, so they are left out. 50 lyrics from 27 artists are shown, rated 3.5 or higher with at most five per artist. By the scene listed for each artist, the lines split 34 East Coast, 8 South, 6 West Coast and 2 Midwest.
1998 is the busiest year, with 12 of the lines. 2Pac, Big L and The Notorious B.I.G. have the most lines, and the themes that come up most are wisdom, confidence and struggle. Next to the 2000s rap quotes page, struggle shows up in 20% of the lines here against 6% there and loyalty shows up in 10% of the lines here against 0% there; wit goes the other way, 38% there against 18% here (a line can carry more than one theme). The songs with the most lines here are Keep Ya Head Up by 2Pac (3). The top-rated short line is “I knocked out so many teeth, the tooth fairy went bankrupt” (Big L, Let Em Have It L, 1995).
Lyrics dated 1994 or earlier are mostly on the old school page instead. No line appears on more than two of the region, decade and old school pages, and no two of them share more than a quarter of their quotes.
East Coast in the 90s
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years
I'm rocking my peers, putting suckas in fear
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant
'Cause I'm Black and I'm proud, I'm ready, I'm hyped, plus, I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
My emancipation don't fit your equation
If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Not strong, only aggressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
You're mad 'cause my style you're admiring
Don't be mad, UPS is hiring (Woo!)
"Who you callin' a bitch?"
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L
It's funny how money change a situation
Miscommunication lead to complication
My emancipation don't fit your equation
It's what I live for, you take away that and I'm gone
There's a difference between doin' wrong and bein' wrong
I make you famous, turn around, then make you nameless
I scored 1.1 on my S.A.T.
And still push a whip with a right and left A.C
You showed me that everything was black because my eyes were closed
There are too many young black brothers doing life bids
'Cause justice means, 'just us white kids'
If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged
Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each others crutches
I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked"
Oh you're broke? *gunshots* Now you're dead broke
Secrets never leave my mouth, even if they torture me
I be killin' them shit in rap events
Big L is that nigga you expect
To catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
You shook, ‘cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
How you gonna win when you ain't right within? (Be men)
You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth
You either make your way or stay
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
And even if I got deported, I own America
West Coast in the 90s
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (Oh)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
And although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready to see a black president, uh (Oh-ooh)
Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetery
My name is Short, my game is long
South in the 90s
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got 'em
But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up
To keep crime out or keep our ass in
I live by the beat like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet, then I don't eat
Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie
And sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down
And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around
We on our back, starin' at the stars above (Aww, man)
Talkin' bout what we gonna be when we grow up (Mm)
I said, "What you wanna be?" She said, "Alive"
Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game
Overlookin' his tomorrows, and they finally came?
My soliloquy may be hard for some to swallow
But so is cod liver oil