Nigger Music

Records and magnetic media are .55% of America's $1.07 trillion exports in the year 2000.  This is a category in which our imports are typically 8% greater than our exports.

Included in this catetory are computer software, computer magnetic media, and music.  Roughly one quarter of this, or .14%, is nigger music, for total exports of $1.5 billion in 2000.

Per Asian Week's "Bottom Line", world GDP is $55.8 trillion, so worldwide sales of American nigger music are .003% of world GDP.

By contrast, our exports of airplane parts are 15 times greater, of airplanes are 30 times greater, ADP equipment 35 times greater, electrical machinery 70 times greater, TVs and VCRs 23 times greater, and vehicles 58 times greater.

Numerous countries have attempted to block imports of this type of American product.  It's one of the reasons that some countries have refused to sign GATT (General Agreement on Trade and Tarrifs) with the US.  As can be seen from the following "lyrics", they have a very good reason for doing so.

http://www.nwaworld.com/lyrics/chncheck.txt
Artist: N.W.A (Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, MC Ren, Snoop Dogg)
Album:  Next Friday OST
Song:   Chin Check
Typed by: stupid350@hotmail.com

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma'am?

[2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre
[Dr Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren
[MC Ren]
Im right here nigga
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

[Ice Cube]
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards
I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

[MC Ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(Im a spill it)

[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
 (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
 (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars

[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with Ren, playin' to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet

[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[MC Ren] Why the fuck not?
[Dr Dre] Why the fuck not?
[Snoop Dogg] Why the fuck not?
[Ice Cube] Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[Snoop Dogg]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah

[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[Dr Dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
[Snoop Dogg] We tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me
[Dr Dre] Was it a bitch in the mix
[Snoop Dogg] Well it had to be

[Dr Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea thats right)

[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[6x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

"Kill You"

By Eminem

When I just a little baby boy,

my momma used to tell me these crazy things

She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,

she used to tell me he hated me

But then I got a little bit older

and I realized, she was the crazy one

But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it

cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein broke no more

They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more

(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore

til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!

(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin

Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it

(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you

I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you

(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos

Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?

(Now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,

snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?)

You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late

I'm triple Platinum and tragedies happen in two states

I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches

vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! (a chainsaw revs up here)

Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all

danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on

Blood, guts, guns, cuts

Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me

Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me

Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef

We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef

You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead

for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said

But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me

Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me

.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)

I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..

Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you

in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you

Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!

I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em

I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid

Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added

WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!

Just criminal intent to sodomize women again

Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult

And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse

to do it again, THEN, if he does it again

you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th

(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus

I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest

A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times

in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?

Serial killer hidin murder material

in a cereal box on top of your stereo

Here we go again, we're out of our medicine

out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")

Eh-heh, know why I say these things?

Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams

And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks

this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!

TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things

Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks

Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows

just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?

FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer

from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her

from principal to the student body and counselor

from in-school to before school to out of school

I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs

just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it

OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY

I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.

I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE

You faggots keep eggin me on

til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?

SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet

I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you

YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!

Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!"

ninth line starts: "Bitch I'ma kill you!")