Авторы музыки: Rick Rubin, LL Cool J
[this track only on the cassette version] Milky, and I'm back My ace in the hole was this brand new track I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up I did it, but the devil didn't make me I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me Proving a point that I'm a serious joint You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint Your head with oil--lots of oil Make it run like water, watch it boil Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---HUH Prince of the growl is on the prowl How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is-- [Chorus:] Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper King Hercules! Back for the payback, I must say that I heard your new jam, I don't play that It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting This year you tried, next year you're quitting Last year you thought I was dying out But again, and again, and again without a doubt It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff and this is an example of funky stuff When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss It's a strong record, a record for the strong For those who appreciate real rap songs Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track Stay back, I got the power, I'm-- [Chorus] Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth a-k-a James Todd Smith Hard like penitentiary steel Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal Homegirls in the house, c'mon Homegirls in the house, give it up You gotta want to get hotter Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot'a People don't know how nice I am He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves No one out there thought you could do You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do Party people, lemme see if you can dance to-- [Chorus] Break it down! [x3] Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy [scratches] "How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier Check out the way I say my, display my, play my 'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth It makes me move and I'll improve As it goes on, as it flows on When you see me, don't ask if the show's on How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown Pull on my jock to be down You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs Day after day after day You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J I'm--[scratches] I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker A killing machine, a savage street talker Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens Kicking it mean, keeping it clean And you've never seen anybody rock the party All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair I'm better than any emcee out there As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..