🎵 Keep the Receipt // by Kanye West

45 ContributorsKeep the Receipt Lyrics [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West] Oh Yo, this is Dirt McGirt I'm chilling with Kanye West He's killing y'all niggas on the beats He's killing y'all niggas on the tracks Where your plaques at, dog? The game is officially over Go kill yourself [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West] Now, take that equipment back to the store We don't want to hear that weak shit no more Do anybody else make hits anymore? Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker (Keep the receipt, motherfuckers) [Verse 1: Kanye West] Now, y'all gon' stop talking that shit that you talking Your broke-ass mama couldn't afford that abortion Now, tell me, how the hell she gon' afford that coffin? Now, I done sat back and seen it all too often The backbone of this, like Marino to the Dolphins Most hits out The Chi since Sosa and Andre Dawson My niggas had ProTools, I had no tools Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old school Only difference is my tracks drove niggas postal So I drove coastal, while they stayed local How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you? Sit down, I'll coach you while we style in posters, dog Niggas had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball I'll see you at the awards Huh, and after all that it took I made it to the Roc, I guess I ain't as dumb as you look [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now, take that equipment back to the store We don't want to hear that weak shit no more Do anybody else make hits anymore? Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker Now, take that equipment back to the store We don't want to hear that weak shit no more Do anybody else make hits anymore? Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker [Verse 2: Kanye West] Now, I showed you how to do this, dawg Put a few beats on the tape, I saved this one for myself I heard you niggas' tapes, need a little bit of help But I'm rapping, and I can't do nothing for you, man Ask Gee or Hop, this forty grand if you ain't fam I mean, if you ain't Hov, if you ain't Cam Damn, I know you say, "He killing himself! "He got a little-bitty deal, now he feeling himself" – yup! Just 'cause I play beats and act hospitable Don't mean I can't get you changed to "hospital you" I'm from a raw family, dawg, and I'll spit on you So play like a kid in the garden and get little, dude Who your hypeman? I'm curious They got you souped up like the cars on The Fast and Furious Here go a new movie for you critics, called "Who's Laughing?" The first producer that rap better than the rappers [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West] Now, take that equipment back to the store We don't want to hear that weak shit no more Do anybody else make hits anymore? Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker Now, take that equipment back to the store We don't want to hear that weak shit no more Do anybody else make hits anymore? I guess— mmm, I guess— mmm, mm [Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Aftermath still making them hits, nigga Lunatics still making them hits, nigga So So Def still making them hits, nigga Bad Boy still making them hits, nigga Wu-Tang still making them hits, nigga Ruff Ryders still making them hits, nigga Cash Money still making them hits, nigga Dirt McGirt still making them hits, nigga [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo! The game is over! Go kill yourself! Go kill yourself, nigga! We don't want to hear that weak shit no more