Gang Starr Ft Nice & Smooth – DWYCK Lyrics

The B-Side wins again. This classic cut from 1992 originally appeared on the flip of the “Take it Personal” 12″ and became an instant hit in the clubs. So much so that it re-appeared on 1994’s Hard To Earn and eventually its own 12″.

Premier comments:

Nice & Smooth did a record called ‘Down the Line,’ and they wanted to use the ‘Manifest’ sample. So we did it, and hung out with them at Power Play Studios. That’s how we met Bas Blasta, and everybody that was there that day that was on that record. So we said, ‘Let’s do one in return.’ And we needed a B-side for ‘Take it Personal,’ because doing records that weren’t on the album was a big deal back then. Public Enemy was doing it, Ultramagnetic [MCs] was doing it.

But when we did it, we didn’t know it was gonna be such a big hit. That summer, it was running things! Daily Operation was already out, so the label was like, ‘Let’s add it onto the album and re-release it.’ We remastered it, added it onto the album, then they reneged and said, ‘We’re gonna pass on it and leave it as a B-side.’ So we were pissed because mad people were buying Daily Operation looking for ‘DWYCK.’ And it was only on 12”. People were like, ‘Fuck, I bought the album for that song.’ I was like, ‘Damn, you don’t like anything else?’ But that’s what they wanted.

So to fix that, when this album came out, we were like, ‘Let’s make it available this time so if anyone’s ever looking for ‘DWYCK’ on any of our albums, there’s an album that has it.’ It wasn’t like, ‘Let’s capitalize and get rich off it now.’ And where you put it is always important. I sequence everything. That’s my DJ mind.

DWYCK Lyrics by Gang Starr Ft Nice & Smooth

[Scratching]
Greg N-I-C-E

[Intro: Greg Nice]
Aww yeah! It’s another Gang Starr sure shot, uh!
Featurin’ the one and only, handl’it handl’it, Roy
Nice & Smooth
Hey, Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot!
Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot!
Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot!
Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot!
[Verse 1: Greg Nice]
Greg Nice! Greg N-I-C-E!
Dame un beso, ah, oui, oui
Rock for a fee, not for free
Maybe I’ll do it for charity
Now my employer or my employee
Is makin’ Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D
Don’t ever ever think of jerkin’ me
I work too hard for my royalty
Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea
Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri
Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui
I say Muhammad Ali, you say Classius Clay
I say butter, you say Parkay
It’s alright, if you wanna make a sway
I’m away uptown, took the deuce to the tre
I originate, they duplicate
I praise the Lord and keep the faith
It’s alright, keep bitin’ at the bait
’92, uh! One year later
Peace out, Premier, take me out with the fader

[Interlude]
Oka-yay, o-o-oka-ay, o-o-o-oka-ay
H-here it-here it is

[Verse 2: Guru]
I chant ‘eeny, meeny, miny, moe’
I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes
Here’s how it goes: I am a genius, I mean this
I shape this, you’ll tape this, I’m kinda fiendish
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood
Meanin’ my mental state, still I’m 5-foot-8
Crazy as I wanna be, ‘cause I make it orderly
You could say I’m sorta the boss, so get lost!
The brother who will make you change opinions
Dominions, I’m in ’em when it’s time to kick shit from the heart
Plus, I get a piece of the action
Feelin’ satisfaction from the street crowd reaction
Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid
Too late — when they dip in the kick, they get sprayed
Lemonade was a popular drink, and it still is
I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis
A poet like Langston Hughes
And can’t lose when I cruise out on the expressway
Leavin’ the bodega, I say “Suavé”
Premier’s got more beats than barns got hay
Clips are inserted into my gun
So I can take the money, never have to run!

[Verse 3: Smooth B]
Yo, Keithy E, I left my Phillie at home, do you have another?
I wanna get blunted, my brother
Now, may I make a mark then make a spark
Over this phat track — or should I say dope beat?
Subtract, delete
All of the wick-wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack that’s comin’ from way, way back
Hey, yo, Premier, please pass that buddha sack
You heard we quit? No way, bullshit!
I told you before — we come back with more hits
I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me
Do me a favor — don’t try to catch me
Slightly ahead of the game, I’m not a lame
Ask him, he’ll tell you the same, he knows my name
Smooth, I drop jewels like paraphernalia
I’m infallible, not into failure
Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous
And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus
I write in the night to bring truth to the light
My dialogue is my own, ‘cause Smooth B will never bite
[Outro scratched: Smooth B]
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits