Artist: Rittz Album: The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant Song: My Interview Typed by: AZ Lyrics "Just let me uh.. call and get this interview over with (Exhale) I hate doing this shit -Hello Hey, what up. This is Rittz I was calling to do the interview with you today? -Oh, Hey Rittz Let me just get my recorder ready And I'll be ready when you are OK... cool, shit I'm ready let's do it! -So tell me... who is Rittz? That's a stupid question Bitch, Rittz is me A white boy from windy county Georgia Been doing for some years never gave up Now I get to live my dream -And... when did you start to rap? I think I started to rap back in '92 I got to rhyme with Snoop Or some dude that I rode the bus with Tried to get the boys for me when I ride to school -So... how'd your family act? About the fact I rap, they used to hate it Said I was acting black, "Pull your pants up, boy." Mom and dad would snap I had a black lumber jack with the hat to match -Did you make good grades? Hell no I been flunked Seventh grade eighth grade ninth grade and up I got expelled for selling weed and when I came back Everyday they would check my book bag for drugs -Where did you get the name Rittz from? That's another dumb question Are you a dumb bitch? It's obvious that I got the name after the cracker Because I'm white, please next subject -You got an attitude homie? I apologize Plus I'm a little drunk and I'm always tired I done answered these questions a thousand times And people still don't know my name and oh, my God It's like [Chorus] Everybody's asking all this shit about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherfuckers that damned me Be the haters that used to doubt me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memory's just too cloudy for My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A fucked up in...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A pissed off in...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A representing in...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, who you wit?) -Was it hard to come up in the Atlanta scene? Yeah, kinda sucked If you knew the type of shit they play inside the club Then the strippers don't dance and the radio don't play And besides they're showing no signs of love -you're from Gwinnett County? God damn right There's a ton of us to represent so hard Don't let the worse off burn you off A lot of people moved here and got their head blown off -I heard you rap about drugs a lot You probably would too if you grew up on a shit i seen 16 I was sniffing things, the shit changed when the '96 Olympics came -What you mean? Everybody getting mama get their GC Lotta home invasions on robbers week Kept running from the GCPD 'Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly -So is that of that what you rhyme about? Fuck yes so many nights been spending in my mama's house Geeked up and all scared that I might be thinking I'm die trying to ride tonight -But to change the subject, what's up with your hair God damn why do people care Got raw man coming under me when it's something like Please say you didn't cut her this affair And I swear it's like [Chorus] Everybody's asking all this shit about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherfuckers that damned me Bitter haters that used to down me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memory's just too cloudy for My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A fucked up in...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A bitch stop for...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A representing in...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, who you wit?) -So Yelawolf discovered you, right? He said if he ever got the chance he would put me on And when he blew it in, I owe him everything So if anybody fuck with my dude again -So is it still American? Of course it is Whatup shawty fat whatup stroll Whatup new port, whatup wim I'm about to kill shit Can't nobody stop us dog -What do you say to those who say you rap too fast? Don't listen to the view that are ready to rhyme They cost you nothin' pending no mind Old soap both fuck a little linen a lot -You gettin' money now, right? I came October off 20 grand I put it down pay down my new carpet My manager's off now I got like 16 I go out of town again -How'd your girlfriend dealing with your new success When I'm gone on the road all she does is cry And the dudes she would cheat and is sleeping with her When I'm using and chilling getting drunk and high -Last question, do you think the world is ready for a fat long hair bitch shit like you? Fuck yeah bitch indeed I do, and I guess I gotta make you a believer too It's like [Chorus] Everybody's asking all this shit about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherfuckers that damned me Bitter haters that used to down me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memory's just too cloudy for My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A fucked up in...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A bitch stop for...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G, A have you sitting for...) My interview.. (What's your name? Rittz bitch, who you wit?) -P.S. Don't you ever call me a bitch, simple ass motherfucker, red headed bastard. Get the fuck out of here Make this your first and last interview with me. Cracker