Check Yo Self ['The Message' Remix]

[Intro: Das EFX]

Yeah

So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Check

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self

'Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth

Droppin' bombs on ya moms kill car alarms

Doin' foul crime, I'm that brother wit' the Alpine

Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know

And friends know, we got the indo

No I'm not a sucka, sittin' in a house of pain

And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya

Head butt ya, you say you can't touch this

And I wouldn't touch ya, punk you a sucka

Here to let you know boy, oh boy

I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy

This ain't no kinda motion picture

A guy or trick- a, my homie get wit'cha

And hit ya, takin' that yack to the neck

So you better run a check

[Hook: Das EFX]

So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self

'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Chickey-check

Chickey-check

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played

'Cause they trick-made pullin' out a switchblade

That's kinda trifle, 'cause that's a knife-o

AK-47, Assault Rifle

Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow

Gotta new style (watch out now)

I hate real tricks, claimin' that they foldin' bank

But steady talkin' always in the holding tank

First you wanna step to me

Now your ass screamin' for the deputy

They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row

Now they runnin' up in ya slow

You're gone, used to be the Don Juan

Now your name is just Twan

Switch it, snap it, rollin' your eyes and neck

You better run a check

[Hook: Das EFX]

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

'Cause big bees in yo mouth is bad for yo health

Chickey-check (punk)

Chickey-check

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]

If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate

You coulda had a V8

Instead of a tre-eight slug to ya cranium

I got six and I'm aimin' 'em

Will I buss or keep you guessin'

And kill you when that noise ya stressin'

Trick, get off the wood, you're no good

There goes the neighborhood rat

Go ahead and keep your drawers

Givin' up the claps and who needs applause

At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead

The trick is a Miami Hurricane hit

Sprung, people call her 'Lips and Lungs'

Nappy dugout, and you stuck out

'Cause women like you gets no respect

Trick, you better run a check

[Hook: Das EFX (Ice Cube)]

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self

'Cause tricks like you is bad for my health

Chickey check

(pump yo brakes)

Chickey check

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self

Nine tre remix on the old school tip

That's how we coming...