DJ Premier - Saturday Night lyrics

[Hook: Scratches by DJ Premier] "Survive" [Verse 1] Saturday night in the crib chilling, watching the Knicks Fourth quarter, up 25, Mel on his sh** Check an ad in my Instagram, scrolling through pics Double D's, double taps, sh** it is what it is Type starving got a hand full of menus, got to get me a bite Something quick, something cheap cause my paper is tight Thinking Domino's, nah, something different tonight Oh, what about the Chinese spot that I like? 555-7279 Let me get a half chicken, fried rice on the side Shrimp roll, mad duck sauce, and nothing with swine "Deliver in 10 minutes", yeah he'll be here on time Forty-five minutes later, they was calling my phone Answered it tight like "damn, son, what took you so long?" Said "the driver at the door, bring enough for a tip" "Too long, I ain't tipping him sh**" *click* [Torae talking during hook] You know what I mean, see I wasn't doing sh**, I'm looking through the peephole It's not the normal dude It's like, shorty like curvy and all that, hold up [Verse 2] Crack the door, into my surprise, delivery chick was a dime When I ordered breast and thighs, I was thinking with fries Opened it wide, "come inside, let me get you this bread That's in the wallet in the room on my bed" Walked to the counter, she put the bag of food on the edge Walked to my room, looking back at it shaking my head Thinking damn, wishing she was on the menu instead Then the room door shut like "I heard what you said" She was with it, I was with it, so off came the fitted Like I was trying to deliver to you for a minute I get it, now you're gon' get it, she leaned back, jumped in the sack Undid my zipper, laid me down on my back By an hour into it, somebody calling her jack Non-stop back to back like "you should get that" Said "it's just Ping, my ex, the black belt, dude is obsessed He probably followed me up to your address" [Torae talking during hook] Yo what you mean, followed you to my address? Like, like a black belt, like karate, like he nice with that sh**? Nah ma, you got to get the f** out Hold up, hold up, hold up [Verse 3] Kicked in the door, waiving the nunchucks Bo staff and laughing, dude was type nuts Tried to tell homie "I didn't know your wife was a smut No need to bust in my crib all wrecking my stuff" Seen his lips move, but he never uttered a word About 8 seconds later, this is all that I heard "You Torae, you must pay Kitty cat you slay, now under the ground where you must lay" Got in a stance, two ninja stars in his hands Threw them both in my direction, blocked them both with the plant Kept coming, I start dumbing, never been a punk But dude a karate master, hit him right in his nuts Screamed "ahh!", leaned forward, an uppercut in his jaw Foot swept him to the floor and threw him right out the door Peeped shorty at my sight, she asked if I'm alright I said "it's to be expected, it's Saturday night" [Hook] [Outro 2x: Scratches by DJ Premier] "Up from the ground up son, you get the picture" "Up from the ground up son" "A veteran, I flow like I'm young, what"