Released: October 31, 1989

Songwriter: Will Smith DJ Jazzy Jeff

Producer: DJ Jazzy Jeff Will Smith

[Sampled/scratched: One one]

We're number
We're numero
Court is now in session

[Verse One]
Here ye here ye, all listen close
To the man, the myth, the Fresh, the Prince, the utmost
I got a brain like a cup, and rhymes I pour 'em
Spectrum to the Astrodome and Forum
All the way to Wembley, fans are in a frenzy
Doing what I gotta do to make people remember me
Fast like Flo Jo
Crazy like Cujo
Both I know and you know
That I'm numero uno
My crew is numero

[Verse Two]
Order in the court prepare to cop the plea, sucker
Judge, jury, bailiff: they're all me
Your on trial but you can't win
Cause I wrote the script whereas you die in the end
So throw in the towel sign off just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learned the rules and tried to change your fate
It's too little too late, sorry chump checkmate
I'm in the room to do my thing
You wanna battle, let's go, just get your butt in the ring
Ten seconds and its over, I yell out who's next
I got you off guard with the lyrical suplex
I flex my lyrics so that you can't jinx
The ship that won't sink more popular than the Sphinx
I'm a cardo will strong just like a dinosaur
You want more your not scared then what your running for
Cause I'm incredible, I do the impossible
I'm known to destroy you and your crew if you follow the rules
I'm number one, I'm the Prince, I'm the lyrical gun
What you're dissing me? Yo cut that out, son
Cause I'm a weapon, you heard what I said
And I should have a danger sign on my forehead
Cause I'm lethal, fatal, unstable
I'm nitro, standing in front of a mic cable
Waiting to blow if there's a flicker of static
To ignite the fuse in the room, you feel the doom
You tried to break but there is no escape
From the jaws of death you took the bait
Wait and if I say so you may go
It's like Mother May I
May you though? Hell no!
Go ahead and play me if you think I'm a joke
Just keep a brace around for when your neck gets broken
Cause you're gambling
Just like craps at Trump
Go ahead roll
Snake eyes, you lost, chump
That's the way its gonna be every time
You try to go rhyme for rhyme
Your rhymes against my rhymes are dope
Your rhyming is weak, your rhyming is wack
Wherever you got it from I suggest that you take it back
Hold up Hobbes, you say you made it up
Then cut your head off, because your brain sucks
You should a stayed back
You should a laid back
You Should a prayed that
I didn't come back
But I came back
Remember way back
You used to say that
I wrote wack raps
Now your screaming out somebody tame that
Lyrical cyclops
Yo Prince, please stop
Somebody call the cops, go get you some eye drops
Now here;s a word for the wise, don't go into the light
That's how I get ya cause I'm a poetic poltergeist
Now in ya mind is a vision
That's driven by my decision
To become an imaginational figment
Which gives me the freedom to explore
And roam the realm of your mind
And disappear when you look behind
You know I'm a gladiator
And I really realy hate a
Sucker stepping to me that's a p-p-p-perpetrator
Really I'm the invader, t-t-t-terminator
That's like setting up do-dat-dat-n-detonator
You know what that was
You know that I'm def cause
I just transformed it
Like Jeff does
Fast like Flo Jo
Crazy like Cujo
Both I and you know
That I'm numero uno
My crew is numero
Grand number
My crew is numero

DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

“DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince” is a hip-hop duo from West Philadelphia.

Rapper Will Smith (The Fresh Prince) met disc jockey Jeff Townes (DJ Jazzy Jeff) in the 1980s, when they were both trying to make names for themselves in West Philadelphia’s local hip hop scene.

The group received the first Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance in 1989 for “Parents Just Don’t Understand”, though their most successful single was “Summertime” which earned the group their second Grammy and peaked at number 4 on the Billboard Hot 100.