RHHR’s Favorite Hip-Hop “Rolas” about: Prison

Ice-T – The Tower “I’m rollin’ up in a big gray bus and I’m shackled down, myself that’s who I trust, the minute I arrived some sucker got hit, shanked ten times behind some bullshit, word in the pen the fool was a snitch, so without hesitatin I made a weapon quick I found a sharp piece of metal, taped it to a stick, then a bullhorn sounds, that means it’s time for chow, my first prison meal, he whole feeling was foul, it wasn’t quite my style, but my stomach growled so I flushed the shit down and hit the weight pile, the brothers was swole, the attitudes was cold, felt the tension on the yard from the young and the old, but I’m a warrior I got my ground to hold so I studied the inmates to see who had the power, the whites? the blacks? or just the gun tower”

Nas – One Love “what’s up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid, when the cops came you should’ve slid to my crib, fuck it black, no time for looking back it’s done, plus congratulations you know you got a son, I heard he looks like you, why don’t your lady write you? told her she should visit, that’s when she got hyper”

The Coup, E-Roc, E-40, & Spice-1 – Santa Rita Weekend Boots: “sitting in the county jail, is it my turn to tell the tale of how I got popped and how my lawyer failed to get me out on the slight spot, cell block, my homies give me love, some here for having gats, some here for selling drugs…taking weekend vacation, government incarceration, I call myself working on a pay hike, they calling me working on my third strike, sike, I can’t go forward and motherfuckas can’t ignore it, cuz all my peoples on parole in the pen gotta warrant, so it’s some shit I done leaped in, damn another Santa Rita weekend”

Kurupt & Nate Dog – BehinD the Walls “keep ya head right, keep ya game tight, ya might not make it through the night, this ain’t nothin but war in here, we overpacked in here, you put more in here?”

X-Raided – The Hole “now I’m in the hole I think I’m goin crazy, paranoid thinkin everybody tryin to play me, fade me, feelin like I’m stuck in a maze, cuz I ain’t seen the sun in 66 days, hairs in braids stickin up like Coolio, no deodorant, no toothpaste cuz you a ho, put me in the cross so I had to blast ya, you probably gonna snitch on me, I wouldn’t put it past ya, niggas would rather snitch than retaliate, ain’t givin a fuck about the SHU, cuz I ain’t got no date and were they wrong I wish I was AWOL, instead of sittin in the cell starin at a fuckin wall, if you ever done time you know just what I’m feelin, layin on your bunk countin the cracks in the ceiling, thinkin bout all the shit you did in the past, when I get out the hole I’m get your snitchin ass mothafucka, you better bring your knife to the yard, cuz you be mean muggin niggas like you hella hard”

Allfrumthai – County Jail “in the county jail I’m straight catchin hell, facin strike 3, goin crazy in my jail cell, goddamn, I’m thinkin thru, they tryna hit me 25 for some shit that I didn’t do, servin time is my punishment, so I’m commin wit them all, tryna prove that I’m innocent, fuck the public defender, he ain’t down wit me, so I know I can’t surrender”

Ice Cube – 3 Strikes You In “take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd, another nigga on trial, keep ya peanuts and fuck you cracker jacks, I hope I never come back, I gots to root for my homeboys, if they don’t win it’s a shame, cuz its one, two, three strikes you in, twenty-five years of pain you know my name”

Stlyes-P & Akon – Locked-Up Styles-P: “locked up, they won’t let me out, I had a long day in court shit stressed me out, won’t gime the bail they can’t get me out, now I’m headed to the county, gotta do a bid here, I’m used to livin luxurious, I don’t wanna live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange, the phones is broke, the food is garbage” Akon: “visitation no longer comes by, seems like they forgot about me, commissary is gettin empty, my cell-mates gettin food without me, can’t wait to get out and move forward with my life, got a family that loves me and wants me to do right, but instead I get locked up, they won’t let me out”

Immortal Technique – Out On Parole “I’m outta jail, and i’m never going back again, never selling heroin, never selling crack again, don’t work for the government, coke packaging, don’t fire indiscriminate with the mac again, my people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin, they pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican, second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans, every time we come back, they keep on cashing in, prisons labor, third world sweat shop comparisons…I’m on parole, and I’ll never be alone again, fuck this place baby, I’m coming home again, family wrapped around me, so I never be cold again, never have to knock a nigga out for the phone again, prison ain’t the place that you find your rite of passage in, it’s slavery with nasty food in your abdomen, middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in…jail house snitches without corroborating evidence, niggas selling niggas out for two to three Benjamins”

Nas – Last Words “I’m a prison cell six by nine, livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail, my nickname: the can, the slammer, the big house, I’m the place many fear cause there’s no way out, I take the sun away put misery instead, when you wit me most folks consider you dead…I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter, if the court parole ya then another con enters, no remorse for your tears I seen em too often when you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin, watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me, face to face with a cage no matter your age, I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage, change ya life that’s if you get a chance to get out, cuz only you and I know what sufferings about, yo it’s stunning when bed sheets become your woman and I’m the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comin, maybe one day I’ll open up my arms to release you, you’ll always be my property, nigga stay legal”

Snoop Dogg – Murder Was the Case “no more indo, gin and juice, I’m on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose, shackled from head to toe, 25 with an izzeL, with nowhere to gizzo, I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face, cuz it’s the O-G, D-O-double-G, L-B-C, mad doggin niggaz cuz I don’t care, red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair, niggaz stare as I enter the center, they send me to a leval 3 yard, that’s where I stay late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor, niggaz gettin they shanks just in case the war pops off, cuz you can’t tell what’s next, my little homey Baby-Boo took a pencil in his neck”

Devin the Dude – Can’t Wait “I tried to write once in a while, I don’t know where to start , thinkin about how the system tore us apart, but you got a good heart and better days are yet to come, so when they let ya go we gonna make sure that you get you some, tell them brothas ‘stay up’ that’s with you in the pen and wish me luck on this race, chunk you a few if I win, but you’ll be out by then, we’ll be able to help each other, God bless, I love ya, I can’t wait til you get out my brotha, it’s hard to put it in a letter and say, but I’ll be here when you get out my brotha, and do my best to help you live in better days”

Dead Prez – Behind Enemy Lines “behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates, most of the youth never escape the jail fate, super maximum camps will advance they game plan, to keep us in the hands of the man, locked-up”

E-40 – 1 Luv “just received word from my folks upstate, they said they tryin ta take away our weights, no more beef and pork just Muslim books and fish fork and laps around the yard with my walkman bumpin this, now I`m bout to get married, is it clever? thought it was till I got the Dear John letter, been down for ten bucks and got a eight year stay and I just found out she had her baby yesterday, ain`t nobody been to see me yet, but I ain`t gonna worry, man ya out there ballin, can you drop a twenty up in my commissary, my family thinks that I`m a thug homie, when you see my momma man give her a hug for me and tell her one love” 

Ludacris, Pimp-C, C-Murder, & Beanie Siegel – Do Yo Time

Hedrush, Dead Prez, & People’s Army – Murda Box

Hurricane-G – No More Prisons

Wu-Tang – What You In Fo?

Hussein Fatal – Prison    2Pac – Out on Bail

Apani B-Fly Emcee & & L.I.F.E. – Outa Site

The Reepz – The Plan

X-Raided – Duece-5 To Life



Categories: Favorite Songs, Prisoner Issues


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