Lyrics Niggers vs. The Police - Richard Pryor

Cops put a hurtin' on yo' ass, man, you know? They really degrade you
White folks don't believe that shit, don't believe cops degrade
Ah, come on, those beatings, those people were resisting arrest
I'm tired of this harassment of police officers

'Cause the police live in your neighborhood, see
And you be knowin' 'em as Officer Timpson
Hello, Officer Timpson, going bowling tonight?
Yes, nice Pinto you have, hahaha
Niggas don't know 'em like that
See, white folks get a ticket, they pull over
Hey, officer, yes, glad to be of help

Nigga got to be talkin' 'bout
I am reaching into my pocket for my license
'Cause I don't wanna be no muthafuckin' accident
Police degrade, I don't know, you know
It's often you wonder why a nigga don't go completely mad

No, you do you get your shit together and you work all week, right
Then you get dressed, say a cat make 125 dollars
He get 80 dollars, if he lucky
Right, and he go out, get clean, and be drivin' wit' his old lady
Going out to a club, and police pull over

Get out of the car! There was a robbery, a nigga looked just like you
Alright, put your hands up, take your pants down, spread your cheeks
Now what nigga feel like having fun after that? Haha

Nah, let's just go home, baby
We go home, beat your kids and shit