| 歌曲 | Rikers Island |
| 歌手 | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
| 专辑 | Wanted: Dead or Alive |
| 作词 : Wilson | |
| Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice | |
| You do the crime, you're payin the price | |
| Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block | |
| Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock | |
| If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest | |
| Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest | |
| Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin | |
| But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND | |
| Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle | |
| This is a jungle where the murderers mingle | |
| This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you | |
| Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue | |
| Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock | |
| with a real nice device that's called a sock lock | |
| Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend | |
| Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn | |
| They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates | |
| Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates | |
| Posses will devour, punks with power | |
| After the shower it's, rush hour | |
| So watch your back before you get sacked | |
| These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack | |
| If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n | |
| Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND | |
| C-74, adolescents at war | |
| Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar | |
| They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage | |
| All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage | |
| If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef | |
| And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth | |
| Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God | |
| Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared | |
| (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary | |
| He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary | |
| Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom | |
| Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon | |
| Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump | |
| Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped | |
| If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame | |
| And scared as a mouse in a house of pain | |
| So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop | |
| Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock | |
| You might be coolin, you might be stylin | |
| But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND | |
| If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo | |
| Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo | |
| But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing | |
| Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing | |
| The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile | |
| Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while | |
| So keep your money pilin, keep profilin | |
| Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice | |
| You do the crime, you' re payin the price | |
| Cause if you' re in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block | |
| Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock | |
| If you ever hear a cop say you' re under arrest | |
| Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest | |
| Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin | |
| But you won' t be smilin on Riker' s ISLAND | |
| Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle | |
| This is a jungle where the murderers mingle | |
| This ain' t a place that' s crowded but there' s room for you | |
| Whether you' re white or you' re black, you' ll be black and blue | |
| Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock | |
| with a real nice device that' s called a sock lock | |
| Don' t ever get caught in a crime my friend | |
| Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure' s Inn | |
| They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates | |
| Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates | |
| Posses will devour, punks with power | |
| After the shower it' s, rush hour | |
| So watch your back before you get sacked | |
| These a bunch of maniacs that' s about to attack | |
| If you' re a hustlin pro, keep a low profile' n | |
| Cause you won' t be smilin on Riker' s ISLAND | |
| C74, adolescents at war | |
| Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar | |
| They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage | |
| All eyes are glued to you like you' re up on stage | |
| If you' re soft as a leaf, don' t get into a beef | |
| And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth | |
| Some try to be hard, front and say I' m God | |
| Don' t know a lesson say a blessin, you' re gonna get scared | |
| Yo call the C. O. That won' t be necessary | |
| He' ll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary | |
| Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom | |
| Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon | |
| Use your hands like a man, don' t go out like a chump | |
| Never ' fess, bench press so that you can be pumped | |
| If you don' t got a game, you get beaten as lame | |
| And scared as a mouse in a house of pain | |
| So to all the jailbirds that listen to hiphop | |
| Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock | |
| You might be coolin, you might be stylin | |
| But you won' t be smilin on Riker' s ISLAND | |
| If you' re on a drug tip, don' t be a Dumbo | |
| Police investigate like Columbo if they think you' re sellin jumbo | |
| But don' t get me wrong, it might be your thing | |
| Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in SingSing | |
| The way you' re takin pictures and you' re givin a smile | |
| Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while | |
| So keep your money pilin, keep profilin | |
| Cause ahh, you won' t be smilin on Riker' s Island |