1st Of Tha Month

Album

E. 1999 Eternal

Label

Ruthless Records

Genre

G-funk

Composer(s)

Bryon McCane;DJ U-Neek;Michael Powell;Wish Bone;Layzie Bone;Krayzie Bone

Entered Chart

Aug 26, 1995

Peak Date

Sep 9, 1995

Released

June 15, 1995

Recorded

1994

Catalog #

Ruthless 6331

B-Side

(radio edit with Tré) / Die Die Die

[Birds singin', snorin', roster crowin', and an alarm clock] 
 
[Chorus x4: Layzie & Bizzy] 
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month 
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up 
 
[Krayzie:] 
Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck with me. Why? 
'Cause it's the 1st of the month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts 
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum 
From jumpin' all nights we high 
Hit up the block to where? East 99 
I get with my nigga to get me some yayo 
Double up nigga what you need? 
We got weed to get P.O.Ded 
Fiend for the green leaves 
Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low 
Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow 
If you can't get away better toss that yayo 
Keep your bankroll 
Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high 
And you better believe when it's time to grind 
I'm down for mine crime after crime 
Fin to creep to the pad cause mom's got grub on the grill 
If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of the month 
And my nigga we chills foe real 
 
[Chorus x4] 
 
[Bizzy:] 
Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed 
She said "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps 
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" nigga that's the mailman 
Sort through the mail and put it up in-a me pocket 
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub 
Foe forty bucks but ain't nobody ride that rita 
Hop on the 10 to the click 
Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs 
And to cash that dum 
I gotta get paid play player holla holla 
Saint Claire got much to offer 
Whether it be weed on 93 
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars, so 
Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh 
Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke 
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po-po 
Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no 
Runnin' through the alley and into the melee 
Up on the second the sundown 
Those run from January, November, December remember the 1st of the month 
 
[Chorus x4] 
 
[Wish:] 
It's the 1st of the month 
Gotta grind gotta get mine 
In the hood that I claim 
I slang on that double 9-9 
Gotta find them dubs 
Gonna get a forty, can a thug get love? 
What's up? 
Try to stand on my corner 
Nigga you'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that 
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap 
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed 
But I gotta save gotta come up 
Put my rocks on the cut 
When I get high nigga blaze that blunt, huh 
Time to roll to the pad 
Count up my profits and add it to the stash 
Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool 
But never no shorts no losses 
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see 
Gotta search the whole block 
Spend a couple of bills 
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st 
 
[Chorus x2] 
 
[Layzie (Krayzie):] 
Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin' 
I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome 
Instead I kick it with my trues 
But it's the 1st so I'm getting my hustle on 
Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone 
Wanna know did you O.G check come? (She put me down) 
I'm a hop on the bus with Biz (Yo Brother let's get drunk) 
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt 
Of this skunk 
Nigga T just put me down 
Oh God how I love when the 1st come around 
Now I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town 
'Cause niggas the 1st to get celebrated 
Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded 
Lookin' all wild cause I'm getting me hair braided 
We heavy off into this game 
True to the 1st just call me that pro slang 
Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's 
The 1st be the day for the dopeman 
Slangin' that cocaine fool, and I'm working late tonight 
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs 
'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes 
Come come with them ease 
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff 
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlers in the graveyard shift 
On the 1st 
 
[Chorus: Repeat 'til the end of the song]