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That Club ShitN.O.R.E.

Featuring: Three 6 Mafia

Songwriter: Deacon (Singer) OZ N.O.R.E. Juicy J DJ Paul

Producer: Deacon (Singer) OZ

[Chorus: Juicy J, N.O.R.E. & DJ Paul]
Watching that club shit, watching that thug shit
Niggas in the club that you better not fuck with
My work funny, and your brain kinda lame
Don't worry, I'll wait
We brought you that club shit, we brought you that thug shit
The niggas in the club that you better not fuck with
My work funny, and your brain kinda lame
Don't worry, I'll wait

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Well I'm the freest free agent since Shaq
Left the [?] moved to Miami and all that
Minous the badge yo, homie don't play that
[?] don't raise no rats
Thugged out [?][?]
They bring you the cause, stand up for the cause
Hold your water homeboy, cars will get tossed
Shouts to D boys, [?] too
The rest goes out to my Brooklyn crew
[?] still pushing
Queens stand up like [?] woopy cushion
Half of these niggas pussy, half of them probably country
And I ain't talking [?]
Be the soffest nigga out of the crew, I know you
Yappin, rappin what you posed to do
Homie you ain't been through what I been through
You ain't tear up the clubs like Three 6 do
Before the Oscar, when they had Gangsta Boo
[?] you can ask, it's true

[Chorus: Juicy J, N.O.R.E. & DJ Paul]
Watching that club shit, watching that thug shit
Niggas in the club that you better not fuck with
My work funny, and your brain kinda lame
Don't worry, I'll wait
We brought you that club shit, we brought you that thug shit
The niggas in the club that you better not fuck with
My work funny, and your brain kinda lame
Don't worry, I'll wait

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
Hang with me, when on Patrone
And you getting too big, I'll help you carey on
Then we take it to they pockets, take a nigga's wallet
Cellphones, bracelet, can't wait to watch it
Promoter like "stop it", bouncers like "get away"
We pulling out blickys, they pulling out pepper spray
I'm the club closer, call me forclosure
[?] I punch from my shoulder
Dead off N.O.R.E., I'm better when I'm sober
And I ain't even trippin off, [?]
Get your facts right, I'm real, real life
And I could probably hit goons with harpoons
And this ain't for the kids na, this ain't cartoons
So stick to the biz, Three 6, what it is?

[Chorus: Juicy J, N.O.R.E. & DJ Paul]
Watching that club shit, watching that thug shit
Niggas in the club that you better not fuck with
My work funny, and your brain kinda lame
Don't worry, I'll wait
We brought you that club shit, we brought you that thug shit
The niggas in the club that you better not fuck with
My work funny, and your brain kinda lame
Don't worry, I'll wait

N.O.R.E.

Queens rapper Noreaga (also known as N.O.R.E.) was one of the most distinctive voices of the late ’90s hardcore hip-hop scene. He found critical and commercial success, both as a member of the duo Capone-N-Noreaga and as a solo artist, well into the 2000s.

Born Victor Santiago, Jr., to a Puerto Rican father and black mother, N.O.R.E. was raised in the Lefrak City housing projects in Queens, New York. In the early ’90s, while serving a sentence for attempted murder at the Green Haven Correctional Facility, he befriended Queensbridge native Capone. Once released, the two began rapping together under the mentorship of Juice Crew veteran Tragedy Khadafi, appearing in The Source Magazine’s “Unsigned Hype” column in 1995.

The duo attracted widespread attention in 1996 with the release of the single “L.A., L.A..” The song—a response to Tha Dogg Pound’s “New York, New York”—is considered a key record in the infamous East Coast/West Coast battle. Only 18 at the time, Noreaga’s unorthodox style of rapping immediately stood out. VIBE Magazine described his flow as “staggered, high-pitched parrot riffs.” The Source called it “word association-style poetics.” Capone-N-Noreaga’s debut The War Report was released by Penalty/Warner in June 1997 to critical acclaim.

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