“Didn’t I”

Artist: Petey Pablo
Album: Diary of a Sinner
Label: Jive
Year: 1997

Attention on the unit, attention on the unit…
All inmates (hey guard) are asked to stay inside the cell

[Inmate and officer arguing]
You take [me] to make my my phone call?
Hey look, what you need to do is sit down…
Hey, I get my phone call
Just sit down…
Hey now, I get a goddam phone call in this motherfucker
Hey yo, where the mail?
You sons a bitch
Where the mail at?
You don’t get — you gimme my goddamn phone call
Where the mail at?
[Inmate:] I want…
[Officer:] Hey shut up
Fuck you
[Inmate:] Fuck you too ya bastard
I just want my fuckin phone call
[Announcement] Sargeant Ellis, report to the gate

I got his ass didn’t I?
Told him my plan didn’t I
Thought I was playin wit him
Now he ass shot and payin shit
That nigga stank didn’t he?
Smelled like some old spoiled meat didn’t he?
When they found him, took ’bout a motherfuckin week didn’t it?
Down in the motherfuckin creek didn’t they?
Mr. Robert found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin’ didn’t he?
Gift-wrapped in a sheet didn’t he?
Robert got out’n there so fast they ain’t never find his boat did they?
I’d like to flip the hood night didn’t I?
Disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on the snag didn’t he?
Y’all didn’t even know I had that thing did ya?
Y’all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass cross the field didn’t ya?
(Hey, hey, hey!)
That shit pulled a lot of cards didn’t he?
Especially that bald-head tight T-shirt wearin-ass Syndey didn’t he? (punk)
That nigga ran in up his girl didn’t he? (yo yep)
(Yo what happened?)
Took her home and ran a train on the trick didn’t I?
You’re now rockin with one of the most realest motherfuckers in the rap game
97 — Petey Pablo
Petey Too Small as we call him
Down in Greenville (ya)
With this new shit (what is it?) “Didn’t I” (ya)
Boy that boy — done a lot of things
Petey — tell sumtin else you did

Thought I was playin didn’t ya?
I did everything I said didn’t I?
Got outta prison and got a major record deal didn’t I?
You ain’t believe me did ya?
You know I know you didn’t
You prophesied that I’d be right back on the street didn’t ya?
I guess I showed you didn’t I?
Got in the race and I won it didn’t I?
I ain’t even rub it in your face did I?
I coulda got real shitty but I didn’t did I?
Got all fly but I didn’t did I? (Nope)
Man, I just kept it all real didn’t I? (ya)
Brought it right back to the homefront just like I said didn’t I?
They kept skippin Carolina, didn’t they?
Yo (cough cough) ‘scuse me, could I have your attention — didn’t I?
Fucked ‘em up the way I did it - didn’t I?
Came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty — didn’t I?
I changed a lot of things here didn’t I?
Came from the back to the front
And they had to kiss that nigga ass - didn’t I?

You real crazy, boy you a trip, you a real trip
Hey, what, hey, what, the boy kept it real, he did
You thought it was over
Hey Petey
Get real fly on they ass
And talk about some shit — some real shit – nigga come on

You coulda had me couldn’t ya?
All that time couldn’t ya?
Faggot — mad penny-pinchin ass
That little cash wouldn’t a hurt you would it?
Well it shouldn’t should it?
You wouldn’t be broke and not tell us would you? (haha ha ha ha)
C’mon, don’t laugh, it could happen couldn’t it? (yeah)
It couldn’t be so bad would it?
If I won’t right there on your ass would it?
Such a little shit shouldn’t effect you should it?
Glitter my ass — I’m a star cat (now Petey you shouldn’t even be like that)
Motherfucker (motherfucker)
Didn’t they tell ya man?
All you done was gonna come back on your monkey ass?
You gonna be mad at this verse here
Ain’t ya man?
Wrote a song ’bout ya
Like to hear it?
(C’mere man) Here it goes (ha ha ha ha ha ha!)

Hey let me tell y’all something
I wanna tell y’all that this mother fucka here don’t give a fuck
For real, he is pimp
Straight up, up and down
Y’all mothers gotta hear this shit
Petey Pablo — tha boy be out 19-2000
Killin’ shit yo
Hey yo we outta here
We gonna let this motherfuckin’ beat ride
We gonna let y’all motherfuckers sit there
And enjoy the rest of th motherfuckin’ jump (sniffle)
Aight? (sniffle), that was just a fly ass intro
Of this whole thang…
Whole thang,
Off the top
Prophecize diary of a sinner baby, straight out the street
There ya go, playin the music again

[Ignorant neighbor heckled]
Goddammit I’ve tried and I’ve tried
To be as lenient as I fuckin possibly could
Aight, hey look, I did call the goddam police goddam it
I came over my goddam self
I gotta tell yall motherfuckers sumthin
I don’t give a fuck if you’ve been to this neighborhood
Ever since goddam slavery was over
You gonna stop play boobady-boobady-boobady shit
Outside my goddamn house
All times of the morning
All times of the night
My wife is sick
Goddammit I got young’uns in this motherfucker
I don’t want ’em listenin’ to that goddam jigaboo music
Motherfucker - I got a goddam brothel in this goddam house
I ain’t gonna come back out
And I don’t give a goddamn what your name is
Petey Pablo, Pablo Petey — Pablo Escobar goddamit
You gonna be the fuck… [gunshots, car alarm rings out, argument ends]