Rodney O & Joe Cooley's album Fuck New York from 1992
from Wake Up New York
("The Source" don't like us, they dissed my boy Rodney O)
That's right, Joe, they played us like a damn Nintendo
Didn't take the right info like it was reported
Twisted up my words, and the truth was distorted
My peers on the West won't speak up, so I will
Rodney O & Joe Cooley goin for the kill
The crew of two don't care if we cause a little static
You don't wanna run into a psycho's automatic
Ooh-wee, we're doin too much
I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch
New York talked about our jherri curls and weather
One thing I admit is: y'all stick together
Some of y'all is cool, but most of ya ain't
You walk around town like your shit don't stink
Well, the day is finally here you're gettin dissed, New York
Me and Joe celebratin, poppin off the cork
If I'm goin out, I'm goin out with a bang
Side by side with my boys, not a gang
from Sounds of The Underground
"its time to dig out the one KRS,
you pass the New York but not the LA test
i admit that your first tape was really dope
but in the 90's i dont know what you done smoked
before you say you dont eat beef you better lose some pounds
i pull your card on the sounds of the underground"
"I respect LL, but wait a second
why would you throw a rap on Keith Sweats record
dont you think doing that would mess up your rep
he begs and whines on records to get sex
let a rap be a rap and a punk be a punk
and if you mix the two together it sound like junk
from U Don't Hear Me Tho'
I'm not down with the r&b, it make me sick
Seeing a crooner tryin to add a rap a little bit
You know what I'm talkin about, that shit's not real rap
They try to add the hip-hop flavor, and it's still wack
I got a New York critic in a choke hold
He dissed my record cause he didn't like my vocals
Now I'm showin him the meaning of loco
Some New Yorkers don't know where we're comin from
And one had the nerve to try to diss Compton?
I take it personal when you diss my hood, son
Now you got me wanna break you off some