What's Up Wit That Lyrics - Rah Digga

Ha, once again 

First and only female representin', yeah 

Rah Digga comin' through you know what I'm sayin' 

Uh, uh, uh, yeah like what, what 

Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been told 

With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten fold 

Spend dough in pubs, sayin' no to scrubs 

With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs 

Now wassup, if by some haphazard 

You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rap master 

Up in the slot where you used to rock 

Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop 

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that 

Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that 

Ha, ha, ha, ha that's fine, that's funny 

Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin', crash dummies 

I'm makin', hits like the oldies, what's up wit' that 

Cats be frontin', like they know me, yo, what's up wit' that 

You gone say what's up and I'ma say nothin', strangers 

My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers 

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit' that 

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit' that 

I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit' that 

And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit' that 

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit' that 

And radio plays me, yo 

You gone say what's up and I'ma say nothin' strangers 

My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers 

Verse dentin, worse than Armageddon 

Worse than them kids runnin' around bomb settin' 

Mind threatenin', like a couple hits of mescaline 

Comin' up with documents to cover the embezzlin' 

Educated, rhymes pre-meditated 

Over niggas heads while they out percolatin' 

Spot datin', block money I could take in 

Drops on the box like I was ovulatin' 

Now, for all the cats wildin', what's up wit' that 

You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit' that 

'Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene 

Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Oval tine 

Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit' that 

And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit' that 

Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen 

Wit' a half ounce of goodies stashed in my Tommy Jeans 

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit' that 

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit' that 

I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit' that 

And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit' that 

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit' that 

And radio plays me, yo what's up wit' that 

Sweetest person and I'm still the grimy queen 

Wit a half ounce of goodies stashed in my Tommy Jeans 

In '99 baby hold your stuff 

I be that seventh sign wit' no more souls in the guff 

Focus your attention as I make my mark 

'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your hoopty won't start 

Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition 

Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin' the mission 

Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference 

'Fore you're left hangin' from your vest 

Definitely, gettin' severance pay 

While my joint moves 20,000 units every day 

Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun 

Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in 

Now, I'm kickin' all type of lingo, what's up wit' that 

I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit' that 

You gone say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi 

Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit' that 

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit' that 

I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit' that 

And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit' that 

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit' that 

And radio plays me, yo what's up wit' that 

You gone say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi 

Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit' that 

The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit' that 

I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit' that 

And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit' that 

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit' that 

And radio plays me, yo what's up wit' that 

You gone say what's up and I'ma say nothin' chico 

I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin' people 

'Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G 

I'm writin' rhymes lovely and how I rep Jersey