[Intro: Rittz & (the Reporter)]

Damn... just let me call and get this interview over with

I hate doing this shit

(Hello?)

Hey what up? This is Rittz, I was calling to do the interview with you today

(Oh, hey Rittz. Let me just get my recorder ready, and I'll be ready when you are)

Okay cool, shit I'm ready, let's do it

(So tell me... who is Rittz?)

[Verse 1: Rittz & (the Reporter)]

That's a stupid question

Bitch, Rittz is me

A white boy from Gwinnett County, Georgia

Been doing it for some years, never gave up

Now I get to live my dream

(And, when did you start to rap?)

I think I started to rap back in '92

I used to rhyme to Snoop

With some dude that I rode the bus with

Who played Geto Boys for me when I ride to school

And I was hooked

(So, how'd your family act?)

About the fact of rap, they used to hate it

Said that I was actin' black, pull your pants up, boy

Mom and dad would snap

I had the black lumberjack with the hat to match

(Did you make good grades?)

Hell no, I flunked

Seventh grade, eigth grade, ninth grade and up

I got expelled for selling weed and when I came back

Everyday, they would check my book bag for drugs

(Where did you get the name Rittz from?)

That's another dumb question

Are you a dumb bitch?

It's obvious that I got named after the cracker

Because I'm white, please, next subject

(You got an attitude, homie?)

I apologize

Plus, I'm a little drunk and I'm always tired

I done answer these questions a thousand times

And people still don't know my name, and oh my God

It's like

[Pre-Chorus: Rittz]

Everybody's asking all this shit about me

Wondering where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for

[Chorus: Rittz]

My interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Fucked up in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Pissed off in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Representin' in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Who you with? STRANGE!

[Verse 2: Rittz & (the Reporter)]

(Was it hard to come up in the Atlanta scene )

Yeah, it kinda sucked

If you ain't make the type of shit they play inside the club

Then the strippers don't dance and the radio don't play you

Besides, they ain't show Northside no love

(You're from Gwinnett County?)

God damn right

There's a ton of us to represent so hard

Don't let the word suburb throw you off

A lot of people moved here, get their head blown off

(I heard you rap about drugs a lot)

You probably would too if you grew up through the shit I seen

16, I was sniffing things, the shit changed when '96 Olympics came

(What you mean?)

Everybody and they mama came to GC

Lot of home invasions, armed robberies

We kept running from the GCPD

'Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly

(So does that affect what you rhyme about?)

Fuck yes

So many nights, I spent in my mama's house

Geeked up on white, scared that I'm OD'ing

Thinking I'ma die, tryna ride it out

(Not to change the subject, what's up with your hair?)

God damn, why do people care?

Got grown men coming up to me when it's tucked in like

"Please say you didn't cut it, is it there?"

And I swear it's like

[Pre-Chorus: Rittz]

Everybody's asking all this shit about me

Wondering where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for

[Chorus: Rittz]

My interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Fucked up in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Pissed off in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Representin' in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Who you with? STRANGE!

[Verse 3: Rittz & (the Reporter)]

(So Yelawolf discovered you, right?)

He said if he ever got the chance, he would put me on

And when he blew, he did, I owe him everything

So if anybody fuck with my dude, they dead

(So is it still Slumerican?)

Of course it is

What up, Shawty Fatt? What up, Strug'?

What up, Newport? what up, Will?

I'm about to kill shit

Can't nobody touch us, dawg

(What do you say to those who say you rap too fast?)

Don't listen if you don't like the way that I rhyme

It cost you nothin', pay me no mind

Old slow boat fuck a lemon and lime

(You gettin' money now, right?)

I came off tour with like twenty grand

I put a down payment on a new car

Paid my manager's off, now I got like six

'Til I go out of town again

(How's your girlfriend dealing with your new success?)

When I'm gone on the road, all she does is cry

And accuses me of cheatin' and sleepin' with chicks

When I'm usually chillin', gettin' drunk and high

(Last question, do you think the world is ready for a fat, long hair, piece of shit like you?)

What? Fuck yeah, bitch, indeed I do

And I guess I gotta make you a believer, too

It's like

[Pre-Chorus: Rittz]

Everybody's asking all this shit about me

Wondering where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for

[Chorus: Rittz]

My interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Fucked up in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Pissed off in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? G.A

Representin' in my interview...

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Who you with? STRANGE!

[Outro: the Reporter]

P.S. Don't you ever called me a bitch

Simple ass motherfucker

Red headed bastard, get the fuck outta here

Make this your first and last interview with me

Cracker