Lyrics:

How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York?
One (one, one)

From here to New York
Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort
And its all not good 'cause some talk bad
Sucker emcees wanna make me mad
But I don't stop rapping and they don't seem
To really understand just what I mean
You a sucker emcee and worst of all
Sucker emcees don't stand too tall
I could spit you a rap then you'd hear
A rhyme so fresh everyday of the year
I could spit my rap straight to you
Sucker emcee and your whole crew
Everytime you said, 'I was what you wanted'
You never even knew you soon be fronted
By an emcee rappers like me
And giving no slack to you sucker emcees
I laugh in your face and then might slap
The same damn face i was laughing at
'Cause sucker emcees don't know the tip
And your going to pay for everything you dip
Trying to front Too $hort, you need to quit
Rappers like me won't even trip
So if don't recognize fronting your gear
If it's you against short you will never win
'Cause I'll stand here and won't stop rhyming
Until I see you don't stop crying
Or I won't stop that's what you heard
'Cause you keep listening to my word
Every word I say comes loud and clear
Out of my mouth straight to your ear
And I just don't stop once I start
I take a sucker emcee and just tear them apart
Like this

With a rap like this I could be on the mic
Spitting my rap to you all dang night
Just give me a break before you get broke
You couldn't be saved by John the Pope
'Cause you sucker emcees don't see the light
But you all want to see $hort rock the mic
And when you find out that I don't quit
I'm rapping to the beat like super slick
Talking about you, sucker what do you want?
Do You want to take a chance and try to front
Too $hort baby here I stand
From here to New York, known to jam
I'm not one of those suckers that play rap songs
Trying to Make words to sing along
I'm fresh yeah, fresh as hell
So damn fresh I know the deal
I'm from Oakland, California the big O-town
Too $hort, Too $hort I'm so down
And would my whips down fresh I don't play
From here to New York emcees will say
I'm Too S-H-O-R-T spitting my rap to you sucker emcees
'Cause like I said, 'Its time to pay'
For everything you said and everything you say
Trying to front too hard, you need to quit
Rappers like me won't even trip
See I knew you didn't knew what you stepped into
When you front on a rapper like Playboy Too
Everytime I rhyme, people love my rap
And you sucker emcees can't deal with that
You Just faker than fake you want me to be
Just like you but soon you'll see
Too $hort
I never drag when I ride, oh no I don't
And losing to a sucker you know I won't
But you keep on fronting, you so slick
All your homeboys made you wanna rap against me
Now your homeboys standing there looking laughing
'Cause you went against $hort and broke you in half
Like that, I didn't give you a break
I put you on the mic now they know you a fake
Then I got on the mic, look at me now
Too $hort baby from the Oakland town
Not hard to believe but one more time
I'm proving to a sucker that short can rhyme
And I know he knows Too $hort can
'Cause the boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
Wanna be like me so damn bad
The impossible dream all you emcees have
If you really don't know who's the best
Too $hort baby from the wild wild west
All the way from here to New York
Everybody's talking about Sir Too $hort
'Cause the way I rap like a home run hitter
Knocking out suckers 'cause I'm so much better
At rapping so what could it be
Give me a mic and a beat and you'll soon see
I'm to cool sir Too $hort
Turing everything out from here to New York
So remember my name and I be back
On the mic all night just spitting my rap
But the true blue king, never been crowned
I'm so fresh I could never be clowned
And its just like that until the end of time
So you better wake up on the West coast rhyme