J.J. Fad — Ya Goin Down

[Intro: Ice Cube] It's like this, if ("You've got the time") To go head up with the double-J F-A-D, then ("I've got the time") Ayo, J.B., what you think about that sucker Shante? [Verse 1: M.C.J.B.] Here we go, another ho wanna jump on the bandwagon So you know, it's time to start taggin' People thinkin' we were just a F-A-D So let's diss a fat girl from NYC Listen up, Shanté, now really Your pimp Marley Marl need to slap you silly, girl Who you think you are to juice me? First, Roxanne Shanté, now you're Loosey? You couldn't get none of KRS-ONE So you tried to come West and get some Make a U-turn 'cause I burn through I'm more deffer than a heifer like you And a catfight, that ain't right Let me show you how to strike, a dyke on the mic First of all, girl, you ain't cute Then I heard that you're knockin' the boots With Shan, when he rock your world The whole Juice Crew said, ("Go on, girl") They made a line, then they made a pile Then you and Marley Marl did it doggystyle Biz Mark and Kane got a little Somehow, Shanté, you were caught in the middle After all that, sent 'em on their way Smiled at the door, and said, ("Have a nice day") Wham, bam, ma'am, and they're gone Nine months later, fam, mother's home Doin' what you did, now, how that sound? You can't make no wacky record, homegirl, 'cause you're goin' down [Bridge] ("I'm Shanté") (You better get a grip on them lips) ("I'm Shanté") ("Part time sucker") [Verse 2: Baby-D] We knew you was wack from the start Did a hundred 12-inches and never hit the pop charts Tried to get fame off my name then front Yo, it must be that time of the month (Word) Or you just cracked out, you shoulda backed out 'Fore you get rapped out, or even socked out I'm going way out for the kill Roxanne Shanté, you bit your name from The Real Roxanne Plus you've never seen the world (What's up?) I gotta diss, this dark-skinned fat girl Who tried to eat the Fad then run it But your eyes are too big for your stomach, girl 'Cause your song's not happenin' About the Supersonic album? Oh, it's platinum When you did wacky records, you say you got 'em Been rappin' for years, and you're still on the bottom I've been rappin' for a year, now I'm on top Hmm, I mix pop with a lot of funky hip-hop And dropped it over Shanté For messin' with the double-J F-A-D, we don't play We slay at a pitch to abuse you I'm on the old sucker girl from the Juice Crew STOP! You're just washed up, clown Now how that sound, homegirl, because you're goin' down [Bridge] ("I'm Shanté") (Tryna get paid on what we made) ("I'm Shanté") ("Part time sucker") [Verse 3: Sassy C] I hope you don't think you're as fly as me 'Cause I'm the S-A-double S-Y C Let's see who's a sucker It ain't word to the mother, 'cause I'ma smother A girl named Shanté, no doubt This time you put your foot in your mouth I don't see you in magazines often And when you die, it's gotta be a closed coffin I try to be lady like on the mic But right about now, I gotta get hype On a female that's big as a whale Who make wack records that don't sell Half as much as we do Everybody wanna diss the J.J. Fad crew Go ahead and step to the tré We try to be nice, but we'll spray ya So come one, come all Let's start with a butterball, Shanté, she'll fall I try to play it off cool But once again, I gotta act a fool Yo homegirl, this ain't no raffle You ain't got juice 'cause you're from the Big Apple You're still a little new jack And when you go platinum, then you could talk back But for now, just zip the lip (Zip the lip) And get off that L.A. tip Take it from one girl to another You're goin' down, 'cause you a sucker [Outro] ("You might even get hurt, my friend")