Ready or Not

"Ready or Not" is the second single from The Fugees' 1996 album The Score. The song contains a sample of Boadicea by Enya, and its chorus is based on "Ready or Not Here I Come (Can't Hide from Love)" by The Delfonics (written by Thom Bell and William Hart). The song spent two weeks atop the UK Singles Chart in September 1996. Singer Enya was prepared to sue the group for copyright infringement, because she had not permitted the group to sample the song "Boadicea", from her 1992 album The Celts. She eventually settled out of court. The song was covered by European house music artist The Course in 1997. It reached #5 in the UK in April of that year. U.S. President Barack Obama named "Ready or Not" as his favorite song in a top 10 list submitted to Blender in August 2008

[Verse 1: Mr2theP] Vegas, look Four hours later we pulling up to the City of, Sin But money can get you plenty of You can die fighting over a petty shove Or have the time of your life, turn up in every club Champagne, it overflows Fits and hoes knowin' the time they see the Ro's That's Rolls Royce, Rolex, and roulette Roll dice for these red carpet events Eventually you gotta turn down for something Whether it be ya seed, whether it be the weed Whether it be that ya J O B [Or bottom b?] keeps callin' but these bottles keep poppin', ow I'm not saying that I'm what's popping now What I'm claiming is Is that my aim, I shoot for the stars Surpassing the clouds I feel the love from the crowd when I hit the stage, putting it down My belief: you see a problem, then fix it Or you part of the problem with no solution By February already fucking up resolutions But it's a new year, fuck it homie, keep toastin' Girls on Instagram keep postin', those filters make you famous But that's all in yo head 'Til those lights start turning to bread, then we can talk about it 'Til then I'll keep "liking" My Twitter fingers is itching for interaction Who's bitching? You seein' I get it cracking Went from double dippin, humble setbacks, trap packs flipped to honest living Truth is you can't do it if I did The way I live for what I did My sacrifices, all I know, this that all-out flow for all my foes How rich am I? You know the saying, if I had buck... [Verse 2: Daylyt] Give 'em a glimpse of the talent, see I made it Fuckin' game to be the baddest, but never waited Pound moving all through the valley, but never dated Long drive taking trips to Nevada, down there in Vegas With production But death row was my only road, for the mankind see Mick Foley cold, holy soul Had to switch up my brand, give 'em the rap attack Crack in my sock-o, desert drive through cactus, jackin' Anything I see that's in my range Before I get to the dollars, I had to change Life switched in a drop of a dime, the cold knew Sold quarters, did time in the pen, he so true I'm different, but I don't need two chains to tell me Horsepower, a Mustang tame my Shelby The game never sell me, and Think I turned Shamu, say, "Damn, you been working on your well-being I wanna see world Referral, Say he nuts like a tree squirrel, street curl The crippin', but never be earl Smart, but the life in the blue say I'm a beast, girl But I never bother with bitches who don't got mentals Period, I walk like a boss, look how the men stroll Swagger on draggin' the jab, jackin Mick Jagger Skinny out the buffer, on the Mac lager WiFi we high five, success moments The rest knowin', the rest slowin', the stress growin' The rest knowin' I'm river bed, the best flowin Decoy, Bruce Leroy, my flesh glowing I bullet mouth, how could the south take this game? Tell me how can a perfect day make this rain The master, but I don't need a master to be a scholar, why bother New degrees for guidance got hotter Lord knows, descent of my father Falling, then I get back up to try harder Another track get killed when I'm brought up You ready or not, the Fugees my water