Lyrical Breakdown of Check 'Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Check 'Em" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Check 'Em" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Master P employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Master P's narrative.

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(Master P) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed So can you pump a nigga gas Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick C-Murder called you hoes like some f**kin crash dummies It ain't love when the motherf**king sex cost money I ain't dissin you hoes I just don't love you hoes In yo raggedy ass Girbauds When you swangin on them poles Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife And if you dippin I can't put you in my life Cause all hoes suck dick Let me tell you dog hoes you f**kin with See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes Talk that shit now roll with it Ya warefare check hoe go get it (chorus) (P) Check dem hoes (Traci) Check dem niggas(4x) (Traci) Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me (?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga I hold my own? Reppin like you gon shine Nigga you is a waste of time Gettin that ho to step to me I gets down for mine Me and my girls we don't play no games F**k you lames When you walkin on side of me I'm bringin you pain You can talk that shit about suck yo dick Get a grip Broke bitch you ain't the shit You know who you f**kin wit Drop a baby for you Nigga you must be sick Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks (chorus) (P) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police (Traci) Who dat call the police Yo pa call the police (P) Dem hoes call the police (Traci) Dem niggas call the police (P) Check dem hoes (Traci) Check dem niggas (P) Talk that shit now roll wit it Yo warefare check ho go get it (911 operator, did someone dial 911?)