UNLV: Drag Em N Tha River - Mystikal Diss Cash Money Records





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Published on Jun 20, 2008

1996 was the year that beef between Cash Money and Big Boy records exploded on wax, with the U.N.L.V. dropping the infamous Mystikal diss "Drag Em N Tha River." The two labels had traded small jabs before, with Mystikal dropping what was assumed to be a Cash Money diss with "Beware" on his 1995 re-release of Mind of Mystikal. U.N.L.V. (representing 6th and Baronne in the 3rd Ward) pulled no punches with their 1996 response on Uptown 4 Life, starting with a reference to "Beware" and the infamous reference to Mystikal being a male cheerleader at Walter Cohen High School (years later Mystikal rapped about why he became one). The diss became legendary, especially because of the beat, which Juvenile (by then friends with Mystikal) would later use in 2001 for his track "Set it Off."

For the record, I'm a fan of Cash Money and Mystikal both. Here are the lyrics:

You fake cheerleadin' b**ch! You want a ni**a like me to beware, huh?
I'mma show you some spokes right now, you b**ch you

Take them braids out his head Yella

[Chorus-Yella & Tec-9]
I'ma drag him from the river dump his body in Chuck's yard
Leavin' a note around his neck readin' BAD A** YELLA BOY
Oooooh he wants some? Ain't that cold?
See I'm from the 3 and I don't give a f**k
And I know you thought I wouldn't be back but you can't keep me down
Don't forget about the U and the Cash Money Clowns

[1st Verse-Yella]
I'm from the 3 and I don't give a f**k, for the record
Once again it's the fellow with the Chuck's
I'm back up on the scene with the tool like a Viper
Get in so much war I think I'm straighter than a sniper
Mystikal you b**ch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your hoe a** people hoe don't run I'll kill yo Mama
If I catch ya wit your draws down I'mma do ya
Once upon a time I up the roof and gimme the cruiser


[2nd Verse-Yella]

I be the jack of all trades don't make me splizit, your f**kin' head
The queen I mean the King , I mean he learned many trades
Comin' to get'cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
Gay blade, now what'cha wats do? My n**s you can chew
Because they told me you wanted to battle
Time for you to scaddattle
You ain't bout no B-1 Doc show, don't make me bust you up
Graze the left, the uppercut, the roundhouse, sidestep, bolo
Let go of my shirt you hoe, bloods up on my Polo


[3rd Verse-Yella]

Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me b**ch, stop playin' with me
I'm like the B.G.'z I'm gat totin'
But this time it's the bulldog barrel smokin'
I hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya a** apart
Thrash all the swine touch down your brains on the ground
I gots the gat spell it backwards,
that's what I do up on that a** ya b**ch I'm not an actor
I'm comin' dumpin' on ya fake punk wannabe
I warned ya too many times to watch the bloody tragedy
I got the diamonds to the Bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin the bin, in the turtleneck Polo cuz I don't care
f**k what you sayin' about beware
I'm tired of tellin' you that I'm a donkey ni**a,
Stop playin'


[4th Verse-Yella]

Up in the front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
Are you able? Capable? All of a sudden, um...
I had to pop em, I had to pop em
A top authority, respect is what I need
Hollow tips in the clips just to make your a** bleed
Its time to drop this pu**y with the braids off see
I'ma dump his body in Chuck yard, UNLV
I told this Mr. Cheerleader not to f**k with me
I told ya to keep my f**kin' name out ya f**kin' mouth
You didn't do it now it's time to take your a** out


[5th Verse-Yella]

I gets lowdown and dirty with the 30-30
Because I'm in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
I'm into Chuck's house, off deliverin' the bad luck
As I spin the bin with speed, it's too late to duck
I'm like Jim Harbaugh, puffin' on a hot Marlboro
I'm strictly with that a**hole and comin' to down ya far
Why did I ask would I please leave ya alone ya see?
I caught my enemies slippin' gettin' groceries
I waits behind the mailbox like an old drunkard,
As Archie Bunker, comfortable? You b**ch you
You see I walk by, I ride by, I drive by too
I got's to hang a .45 and a AP-9 too

[Chorus] (4X)

  • Category

  • License

    • Standard YouTube License
  • Song

    • Say It to My Face
  • Artist

    • Tim Kalbfleisch
  • Album

    • No White Flags
  • Licensed by

    • CD Baby


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