My Interview - Rittz

I hate doing this shit

Reporter: Hello?

Rittz: Hey what up?

This is Rittz, I was calling to do the interview with you

today

Reporter: Oh, hey Rittz.

Let me just get my recorder ready, and I’ll be ready

when you are

Rittz: Okay cool, shit I’m ready, let’s do it

Reporter: So tell me… who is Rittz?

That’s a stupid question

Bitch, Rittz is me

A white boy from Gwinnett County Georgia

Been doing for some years never gave up

Now I get to live my dream

Reporter: And… when did you start to rap?

I think I started to rap back in '92

I used to rhyme to Snoop

With some dude that I rode the bus with

Who played Geto Boys for me when I ride to school

And I was hooked

Reporter: So… how’d your family act?

About the fact of rap they used to hate it

Said that I was actin' black, pull your pants up boy

Mom and dad would snap

I had the black lumberjack with the hat to match

Reporter: Did you make good grades?

Hell no, I flunked

Seventh grade, eigth grade, ninth grade and up

I got expelled from selling weed and when I came back

Everyday they would check my book bag for drugs

Reporter: 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 named after the cracker

Because I’m white, please next subject

Reporter: You got an attitude, homie?

I apologize

Plus I’m a little drunk and I’m always tired

I done answer these questions a thousand times

And people still don’t know my name and oh my God

It’s like

Everybody’s asking all this shit about me

Wondering where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I’m trying to answer their questions but my memories 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)

Representin in my interview…

(What's your name? Rittz bitch. Who you with? STRANGE!)

Reporter: Was it hard to come here in Atlanta scene?

Yeah, it kinda sucked

If you ain’t make the type of shit they play inside the club

Then the strippers don’t dance and the radio don’t play you

Besides they ain’t show Northside no love

Reporter: You’re from Gwinnett County?

God damn right

There’s a ton of us to represent so hard

Don’t let the word suburb throw you off

Alot of people moved here, get their head blown off

Reporter: I heard you rap about drugs alot

You probably would too if you grew up through the shit I seen

16 I was sniffing things, the shit changed when '96 Olympics came

Reporter: What you mean?

Everybody and their mama came to GC

Lot of home invasions, armed robberies

We kept running from the GCPD

Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly

Reporter: So does that effect what you rhyme about?

Fuck yes

So many nights, I spent in my mama’s house

Geeked up on white, scared that I’m OD’ing

Thinking I’mma die trying to ride it out

Reporter: Not to change the subject, what’s up with your hair?

God damn why do people care

Got grown men coming up to me when it’s tucked in like

«Please say you didn’t cut it, is it there?»

And I swear it’s like

Everybody’s asking all this shit about me

Wondering where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I’m trying to answer their questions but my memories 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)

Representin in my interview…

(What's your name? Rittz bitch. Who you with? STRANGE!)

Reporter: So Yelawolf discovered you, right?

He said if he ever got the chance he would put me on

And when he blew, he did, I owe him everything

So if anybody fuck with my dude they dead

Reporter: So is it still Slumerican?

Of course it is

What up Shawty Fatt?

What up, Strug'?

What up Newport, what up Will?

I’m about to kill shit

Can’t nobody touch us dawg

Reporter: What do you say to those who say you rap too fast?

Don’t listen if you don’t like the way that I rhyme

It cost you nothin', pay me no mind

Old slow boat fuck a lemon and lime

Reporter: You gettin' money now, right?

I came off tour with like twenty grand

I put a down payment on a new car

Paid my manager’s off now I got like six

'Til I go out of town again

Reporter: How’s your girlfriend dealing with your new success

When I’m gone on the road all she does is cry

And acuses me of cheatin' and sleepin' with chicks

When I’m usually chilling gettin' drunk and high

Reporter: Last question, do you think the world is ready for a fat long hair

piece of shit like you?

What?

Fuck yeah bitch indeed I do, and I guess I gotta make you a believer too

It’s like

Everybody’s asking all this shit about me

Wondering where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I’m trying to answer their questions but my memories 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)

Representin in my interview…

(What's your name? Rittz bitch. Who you with? STRANGE!)

Reporter: P. S. Don’t you ever called me a bitch.

Simple ass motherfucker.

Red headed bastard get the fuck outta here.

Make this your first and last

interview with me.

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