We Had to Tear This Mothafucka Up Songtext
von Ice Cube

Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city
To the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances
Of the peace are against the interests of all our people and
Therefore cannot be permitted
The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...
We′ve been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard
That there's a series of fires, a lot of looting is going on
A disaster area, obviously
The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty
Make it rough
A lot of activity continues here at this command post
Make it rough!
We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles


Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the niggaz will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can′t trust, a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
Somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Ohh it's Ice Cube)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard," then boom

Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we′ll catch Sergeant Koon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom
Stick, prick, devils ain′t shit
Introduce his ass to the AK-40 dick
Two days niggaz layed in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
Make it rough
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)


I gotta mac-10 for Officer Wind
Damn his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
In a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin, lyin
Niggas ain′t buyin, ya story, bore me
Tearin up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a laptop computer
I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it
But all you can call me was anti-semitic
Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
Niggaz had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me, cause you know what?
We woulda to′ this muthafucka up

(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
Make it rough
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
Ay Muggs, make it rough!
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)

It's on, "Gone With the Wind"
And I know white men can′t dunk, now I'm stealin blunts
And a cake from Betty Crocker, Orville Reddenbacher
Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, motherfuck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail, I smell smoke
Got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn′t get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, Western Surplus got the heaters
Meet us, so we can get the 9′s and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl, and like Beretta would say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can′t do the time
But I'm rollin, so that′s a fucked up slogan
The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla
By the Sizzler, hittin up police killer
The super-duper nigga that′ll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up, so what the fuck

(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
Huh, make it rough
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
Yo Muggs, make it rough
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
Huh, make it rough
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
Enough
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)
(Wrong nigga to fuck with)

(Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy)
(Wind, and Theodore Briseno. The four officers accused of beating)
(Motorist Rodney King)