Rapper's Delight

Album: Best Of Sugarhill Gang (1979)
Charted: 3 36
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  • I said a hip hop,
    Hippie to the hippie,
    The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
    To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
    To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
    Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
    And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet.
    See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
    To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
    The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta
    Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie,
    Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,
    Let's rock, you don't stop,
    Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock.
    Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
    And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
    C'mon, Hank, sing that song!

    Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
    And the rest is F-L-Y,
    You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
    And these reasons I'll tell you why.
    You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun
    When I dress to a T,
    You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali
    and I dress so viciously.
    I got bodyguards, I got two big cars
    That definitely ain't the wack,
    I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac.
    So after school I take a dip in the pool,
    Which is really on the wall,
    I got a color TV, so I can see
    The Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk about
    Checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money
    Than a sucker could ever spend,
    But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum form the Rucker
    Not a dime 'til I made it again. Everybody go
    Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
    'cause I'm a get a fly girl,
    Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ.
    Everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn,
    Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend.
    Master Gee! My mellow!
    It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?

    Well, it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
    I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
    I said I go by the unforgettable name
    Of the man they call the Master Gee.
    Well, my name is known all over the world
    By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
    I'm goin' down in history
    As the baddest rapper there ever could be.
    Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows,
    The beat starts gettin' into your toes
    You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
    And movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat
    And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I said
    Damn! Right outta your seat
    Then you throw your hands high in the air,
    Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
    Ya rockin' to the beat without a care,
    With the sureshot MCs for the affair.
    Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
    But I rap to the beat just the same.
    I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes
    All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
    Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
    Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
    I guess by now you can take a hunch
    And find that I am the baby of the bunch
    But that's okay, I still keep in stride,
    'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
    Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
    Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
    I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gona freak you there,
    I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere.
    'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
    I'll put TNT in your behind. I said
    One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
    A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
    'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
    I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
    What are you waiting for?

    I said a hip hop,
    The hippie to the hippie
    The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
    To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie,
    To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
    A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo,
    And guess what, America, we love you
    'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul,
    You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old.
    I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
    But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
    Rock it up, Baby Bubba!
    Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
    To the beat, beat, it's unique
    Come on everybody and dance to the beat!

    A hip hop
    The hippie to the hippie the
    Hip hip a hop and you don't stop, rock it
    Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
    The boogie to the boogie, the beat.
    I said, I can't wait 'til the end of the week
    When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
    And I attempt to raise your body heat.
    Just blow your mind, so you can't speak
    And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet
    And let it change up to a dance called the freak
    And when you finally do come into your rhythmic beat,
    Reast a little while so you don't get weak.
    I know a man named Hank
    He has more rhymes than a serious bank
    So come on Hank, sing that song,
    To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang bang da bong!

    Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp,
    The women fight for my delight.
    But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
    That shock the house for the young ladies
    And when you come inside, into the front,
    You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
    And when the sucker MC try to prove a point,
    We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint!
    A-From sun to sun and from time to time
    I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
    Because they say that miracles never cease
    I've created a devastating masterpiece
    I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist,
    Everybody, I say it goes like this
    Well, I was walking home late one afternoon
    A reporter stopped me for an interview
    She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
    That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
    This young reporter I did adore,
    So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
    She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you
    The Casanova legend must have been true"
    I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
    Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
    And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can,
    Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman."
    I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
    Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
    He may be very sexy, or even cute,
    But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit,"
    I said, "You need a man man who's got finesse
    And his whole name across his chest
    He may be able to fly all through the night,
    But can he rock a party 'til the early light?
    He can't satisfy you with his little worm,
    But I can bust you out with my super sperm!"
    I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it.
    An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Ban Hank, I'm everywhere
    Just throw your hands up in the air
    And party hardy like you just don't care
    Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop!
    Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
    I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ,
    Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn"
    You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
    I say skip, dive, what can I say?
    I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ,
    So I just tak half, and bust 'em out,
    I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
    It was twelve o'clock one Friday night
    I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right
    Everybody was dancin' on the floor
    Doin' all the things they never did before
    And then this fly girl with a sexy lean
    She came into the bar, she came into the scene
    She traveled deeper inside the room
    All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons
    She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
    Then she turned around and shook her behind
    So I said to myself, it's time for me to release
    My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
    And now people in the house, this is just for you
    A little rap to make you boogaloo
    Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
    And let me tell you somethin', we're a helluva crew
    Once a week, we're on the street
    Just to cut in the jams and look at your feet
    For you to party, you gotta have the moves,
    So we'll get right down and get you a groove
    For you to dance, you got to be hot
    So we'll get right down and make you rock
    Now the system's on and the girls are there
    You definitely have a rockin' affair
    But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact
    And to have a party, you got to have a rap
    So when the party's over, you're makin' it home,
    And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn
    And while you're sleepin', you start to dream,
    And thinkin' how you danced on the disco scene
    My name appears in your mind,
    Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
    It was Phase Two just doin' a do
    Rockin' you down 'cause you knew we could
    To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak,
    Come alive girls, get on your feet
    To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
    To the double beat beat that makes you freak
    To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on
    On'n'on into the break of dawn
    Now I got a man comin' on right now
    He's garuanteed to throw down
    He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
    Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!

    I say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey,
    Like a millionaire that has no money
    Like a rainy day that is not wet,
    Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet
    Like Dracula without his fangs,
    Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
    Like collard greens that don't taste good,
    Like a tree that's not made out of wood
    Like goin' up and not comin' down,
    Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound
    To the beat beat, you do the freak
    Everybody just rock and dance to the beat
    Have you ever went over a friends house to eat
    And the food just ain't no good?
    The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,
    And the chicken tastes like wood
    So you try to play it off like you think you can
    By saying that you're full
    And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
    He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
    So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie
    And you say that you already ate
    And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"
    So you pile some more on your plate
    While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'
    Of the moment that it's time to leave
    And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'
    Into something that looks like cheese
    Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place
    I don't care what these people think,
    I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
    With this ugly food that stinks"
    So you bust out the door while it's still closed
    Still sick from the food you ate
    And then you run to the store for quick relief
    From a bottle of Kaopectate
    And then you call your friend two weeks later
    To see how he has been
    And he says, "I understand about the food,
    Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"
    With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
    The hip hip a hop, a you don't stop the rockin'
    To the bang bang boogie
    Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat
    I say, "Hank, can ya rock?
    Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?
    Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?"
    I said, "Come on, make, make the people move!"

    I go to the balls and then ring the bell
    Because I am the man with the clientele
    And if ya ask me why I rock so well,
    A Big Bang, I got clientele
    And from the time I was only six years old
    I never forgot what I was told
    It was the best advice I ever had
    It came from my wise, dear old dad
    He said, "Sit down, punk, I want to talk to you
    And don't say a word until I'm through
    Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry
    A time to live and a time to die
    A time to break and a time to chill
    To act civilized or act real ill
    But whatever you do in your lifetime
    You never let an MC steal your rhyme"
    So from six to six 'til this very day
    I'll always remember what he had to say
    So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
    I let them know that I'm versatile
    I got style, finesse, and a little black book
    That's filled with rhymes and I know you want to look
    But the thing that separates you from me
    And that is called originality
    Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
    I didn't even bite, not a go, word
    And I say a little more, later on tonight
    So the sucker MCs can bite all night
    A tick a tock, y'all, a beat beat, y'all
    A let's rock, y'all, you don't stop
    Ya go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?)
    Ya say, "I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and
    Drive off in a def OJ"
    Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn"
    Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends
    A like that, y'all, to the beat, y'all
    Beat beat y'all, ya don't stop!
    A Master Gee, my mellow
    It's on to you so whatcha gonna do?

    Well, like Johnny Carson on the Late Show
    A like Frankie Crocker in stereo
    Well like the Barkay's singin' "Holy Ghost"
    The sounds to throw down, they're played the most
    It's like my man Captain Sky
    Whose name he earned with his super sperm
    We rock and we don't stop
    Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got
    To the beat that it makes you freak
    And come alive, girl, get on your feet
    A like a Perry Mason without a case
    Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
    Like the Barkays on the mic
    Like gettin' down right for you tonight
    Like movin' your body so you don't know how
    Right to the rhythm and throw down
    Like comin' alive to the Master Gee
    The brother who rocks so viciously
    I said the age of one, my life begun
    At the age of two I was doin' the do
    At the age of three, it was you and me
    Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee
    At the age of four, I was on the floor
    Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for
    At the age of five I didn't take no jive
    With the Master Gee it's all the way live
    At the age of six I was a-pickin' up sticks
    Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed
    At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven
    Don'tcha know I went off
    I gotta run on down to the beat you see
    Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls
    Just take off their clothes to the beat the beat
    To the double beat beat that makes you freak
    At the age of eight, I was really great
    'Cause every night, you see, I had a date
    At the age of nine, I was right on time
    'Cause every night I had a party rhyme
    Going on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'on
    The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
    A sayin' on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'on
    Like a hot buttered de pop pop de popcornWriter/s: NILE RODGERS, BERNARD EDWARDS
    Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Comments: 26

  • Markantney from BiloxeMar 2017,

    Paul, they're similar because it's the same producers.
  • Barry from Sauquoit, NyOn September 5th 1981, the Sugarhill Gang performed "Rapper's Delight" on the ABC-TV program 'American Bandstand'...
    Twenty-three months earlier on November 4th, 1979 it entered Billboard's Hot Top 100 chart at position #84; and on January 6th, 1980 it peaked at #36 {for 1 week} and spent 12 weeks on the Top 100...
    It reached #4 on Billboard's R&B Singles chart...
    On the same 'Bandstand' show the trio also performed "8th Wonder"; it stayed on the Top 100 for 9 weeks, peaking at #82...
    They had one other record make the Top 100 chart, "Apache", it reached #53 and spent 11 weeks on the chart.
  • John from London, United Kingdomcheck the great live version of this song over at BBC 6 Music - http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music/live/artists/sugarhillgang/
  • Chris from Vancouver, BcThe 2nd rap single ever released, after King Tim 3rd (Personality Jock) by Fatback Band. "Real" rappers love to criticize Sugar Hill Gang, but they don't mind making money because of what these pioneers began.
  • Paul from Oceanside, NyTo Answer Tushan, the sample at the beginning was from the '79 dance hit "Here Comes That Sound Again" by Love De-Luxe
  • Alf from Kingston, CanadaI have a copy of this on 7 inch 45. The label is stamped 1979. It was entered in Billboard Top 100 charts on November 10, 1979. Side 1 has a short version 5:02 & Side 2 has a long version 6:30. Recorded on Quality Records Q2357X. Clean copy anyone wanna buy it?
  • Bob from Oakland, CaThe "pool which really is on the wall" is a shower.
  • John from Nashville, TnAlthough "Rapper's Delight" was the first successful rap song, it was not the first rap record. That honor goes to "King Tim III (Personality Jock)" by the Fatback Band, which was released two months before "Rapper's Delight". "King Tim" was featured on the Fatback Band's "XII" album, and it was on the b-side of the first single from the album ("You're My Candy Sweet").
  • Tushan from London, United KingdomSugarhill Gang used 2 copies of the instrumental of Good Times to rap over, essentially a sample. Afrika Bambaataa played the melody from Trans Europe Express, not a sample. I would really like to know what track they sampled right at the beginning of Rapper's Delight, the bass, piano and cowbell lick?
  • Age from C-ville, PaI'm an absolute 'hater' of rap, especially what it has become today. But, I think the fact that this song is so radical and genuine is respectable. It's simply a cool beat for a couple guys to just rhyme to and thats cool. It's not, yoyoyoyoyo boobs, money, guns, drugs. It actually has a demeanor and it deserves much credibility, besides being the song that paved the way for the rap genre in whole.
  • Mjn Seifer from Not Listed For Personal Reason, EnglandBy the way. there is a slight error. This song is actually a 70s song, not an 80s song - It came out right at the end of 1979, so is often thought of as an 80s but is still technically 70s.
  • Mjn Seifer from Not Listed For Personal Reason, EnglandI see
  • Luke from Manchester, EnglandThe Chic song is called 'Le Freak' but they're not referring to that, they're referring to the dance called the Freak.
  • Mjn Seifer from Not Listed For Personal Reason, EnglandIt's interesting to note that aswell as sampling a song from Chic ("Goodtimes") They also mention a song from Chic ("The Freak").
  • Mjn Seifer from Not Listed For Personal Reason, England"Rap was considered a fad at the time, and many people thought it would soon go away."

    I laughed so hard when I first saw that Songfact! - I have nothing against rap but I know a lot of peLooks like they were wrong as rap is EVERYWHERE know ople wish it WOULD go away!!
  • Pete from Nowra, Australiadon't think this would be a fave at a Karaoke night ....you'd be there all night doin the song
  • Dennis from Anchorage, AkThe first rap song, and as far as I can tell the only remotely good one to gain any popularity. Rap may not be a passing fad, but I often wish it were. There's no particular reason that a rap song can't be good, but it sure does seem like none of them are. So I don't hate rap, but I hate very nearly every rap song I've ever heard except this one. Well, Ton Loc was at least kind of funny. Most rappers are appallingly witless for guys who are working in a style that's supposed to be about being clever. But This one is fun. I was actually in a really bad band in high school that did this song - the two gutiarists were white, the drummer was Japanese, and we had a black guy on keyboards and his sister on bass as well as a black sax player and a couple of white horn players. Very odd racial mix, but we had a good time. I didn't rap; I just played the guitar lick. We actually started off by playing Good Times, which I sang (in a totally different, very white style) and then we segued into the rap. It was a lot of fun, even if it was about the only good thing we did. But I digress...
  • Obzcure from Auckland, New Zealandkid rocks not sampling it as in using the beat but quoting it. "bawitda de bang de bang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie." as wonder mike says in each of his verses
  • Ben from Nyc, MsThe begining of the end.
  • Howard from St. Louis Park, MnThis was the song that put rap on the map. The elderly woman who sang that song in The Wedding Singer was Ellen Albertini Dow.
  • Paul from Knoxville, TnHas anyone else noticed the similarity between the 'Good Times' beat that plays on RD, and the bass line in Sister Sledge's 'We Are Family?'
  • Joey from Boston, MaKid Rock didn't sample this song on ''Bawitdaba''. He just repeated the phrase ''Bawitdaba, da-rang-a-dang, diggy-diggy'' and used it as the title. And even if he has sampled it, he'd actually be sampling ''good times''.
  • Paul from London, EnglandThis song seemed to be used by EVERYONE, from Cassidy to Kid Rock to a 2002 honda advert. next time you listen to any song, chances are you'll find something taken from this rap masterpiece
  • Dawson from Draper, UtI love this song. I love the bang boogie part. Classic song. It is too bad bad this is their only good song. My friend's dad knew the guy who wrote this song. :)
  • James from Bransgore, EnglandOkay, well I'm not into rap (random songfact), but I'm did something about it in Music Tech. They take the break of a song, not the bridge, and loop it over and over by dragging the record back to the beggining of the break. Hence the term breakdancing. Just a quick history lesson on rap for all those interested.
  • Sylvan from Berkeley, CaTechnically, this was not a "sample". The Sugarhill Records house band recreated the bridge of "Good Times" by Chic, and extended it. This song was made before sampling was even possible. If you compare the two songs, the bridge from "Good Times" (the bass and guitar lick) is tighter than "Rapper's Delight". Afrika Bambaataa & Soul Sonic Force's "Planet Rock" is the first sample from Kraftwerks's "Transit Express".
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