Scott, Dred Filmography

• Dred (2004)
• Carny (2003)
• Exhibition (2003)
• Slammer (2002)
• Trespass (2002)
• Detour (2002)
• Gorge (2002)
• SeaMen: Fallen Angel IV (2001)

• To Da Old School - Dred Scott
• The Story - Dred Scott
• Funky Rhythms - Dred Scott
• Duck Ya Head - Dred Scott
• Dirty Old Man - Dred Scott
• Check The Vibe - Dred Scott
• Can't Hold It Back - Dred Scott
• Back In The Day - Dred Scott

[Tragedy]
Yeah, this is gonna be fat.
Hold up, ayo, what happened to the track, man?
[Dred Scott]
Ayo, the drum machine is broke, man.
[Tragedy]
The drum machine is broke?
Then how we going to...
yo, I came down here to make this song,
how we gonna make this song if the drum machine's broke?
[Dred Scott]
I know, Trag. But I was thinking,
maybe we can take it back to the old days
and I can do a little beat box.
Know what I'm sayin, the human beat box?
[Tragedy]
The beat box? You're not serious, kid.
[Dred Scott]
Check it out, though, here's what I was thinking,
listen to this. (Starts beatboxing)
[Tragedy]
That's kinda funky right there
Awww yeah, come on, yeah, yeah
Check him out, come on!
Live and direct in the place to be
It's the beat, we got my man Dred Scott
And the brother Tragedy, and this is how we do
I'm a get busy and drop my flow
For the year '94, trying to make the dough
Brothers try to act like they don't know
You'd better act like you know because I'm on the go
Rolling through your crowd like an army tank
I wanna get loose so I can put it in the bank
Yo Dred, keep em going, and I'll keep em flowing
Doing what I'm doing while my pockets keep growing
On to break, and we're hard to shake
Yo Dred, you're hitting harder than an earthquake
Tragedy, hitting harder than an earthquake
Cause I drop the lyrics, I drop the lyrics
I drop the lyrics with shake 'n' bake
I got he flavor, check him out, come on
Check him out, yeah that's fat
[Dred Scott]
Ha ha, see what I'm saying?
[Tragedy]

Aww yeah.. got the funk.. non-stop.. drop.. uhh, uhh
Ha ha, check it
("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")
Yeah, now that's the right kind of beat
for me to sit back and kick my story
on a Friday night with nothin to do
Cause all the other plans that I made fell through
So I sat, 'til about half past midnight
Clock struck one, time to get right
Beat bop on, tilted over to the side
Tank on E and I was still gonna ride
Rollin up the ave leanin over to my left
Yo I'm headed fo' this club over on the Westside
Made my little stop at the liquor sto'
Chatted with a couple of homies on the corner then I stepped
through the do' seen another car roll up slow
With lights out, somethin told me to hit the flo'
Little did I know, right and exact
The AK sprayed the fools didn't have a chance to blast back
and it was just like that, just that quick
Just my luck, another fucked up night to pick
to roll but if I had some sense I woulda known..
.. to take my ass home
("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")
*repeats*
Young and.. dumb, not satisfied yet
Picked up the brew and the gum and I jet
to the set sat outside, threw my brew down
Stepped in, yanked the mic, flowin with the funky sound
Kept the wallflowers off the wall
'til the DJ made the last call for alcohol
Party ended, I was standin outside
Female with some fake hair caught my eye
Conversation indicated she was underage
I still got tricked by my old third leg
Sat the big booty in the passenger seat
Fastened the seatbelt, I'm off to the cheap motel
Well, what to do?
When you check your rearview mirror and see
two brothers in a big blue Nova
The girl put a three-fifty-seven to my head and she said "Pull over!"
("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")
*repeats*
Out the car, face on the sidewalk
Said I'd get faded, unless I talked
about a llello shipment
("You took my shit motherfucker, where my shit at?")
Givin me the count of three to come with the day place time
of delivery, "Yo," I said, "I ain't the guy you lookin fo'"
They said, "Shut up, cause you was at the liquor sto'
with the fools we blasted on"
I said, "Damn it's a small world after all"
And they was gettin fed up, the trigger cocked back
I closed my eyes, waitin for the impact
A gun went off, and it wasn't none of theirs
Looked up, down went the girl with the fake hair
The other two got popped, couldn't blast back
The liquor store crew had a nice payback
and it was just like that, just that quick
Just by luck, I was on the ground and didn't get hit
So I hopped in the bucket, drove and I was gone
Took my ass home!
("Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden..")

[Chorus:]
Funky rhythms on my mind, day and night (Listen, I hear a beat) [x6]
[Dred Scott]
So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere
When I'm rocking up a party, yo, I feel no fear
I be the one with the funk I kick
Yo I gets on the mic and says something sick
I give a "la-di-da-di yes yes y'all"
I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall
And at the party I'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast
Like a pissed off post office worker
But you must understand that I'm just having fun
Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell
When I bust my nut off when I'm on the DL
A fucking midget with his legs cut off
Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk
A brother with style and I ain't no punk
Like Nat, I'm a king that's Cole as ice
Double teaming me because you know I'm twice as nice
So check it out y'all
[Chorus]
[Tragedy]
Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight
But hold tight, I'm the motivator with the right
Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff
Cause I ain't even trying to hear that stuff
I kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packs
Peace to Freaknasty and the rest of my cats
Where's the axe? I want to cut a rapper in half
And laugh, dissect his whole steelo
Used to be high, so I chopped him down to be low
Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo
I'm raw, I funk you up and down like a see saw
To be more than a racist pig named Limbaugh
You see, cause I be the mad verbal doctor
Check my resume, I'm at the top of the roster
For your listening pleasure...
[Chorus]
[Dred Scott & Tragedy]
I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizing
Earlying in the morning while you're yawning
Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder
Cause I be the true overlord of the under
Breaking chumps like old Tupperware
Stepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fare
Imperial funklord, cause I be the freaker
So funky you think I farted down your speaker
Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, I'm taking no shorts
Not even for my skinny legs
The renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the drama
I get loose just like the lips on Madonna
My flow is all around, and yours is like a
Bucket over there that broke down
I would have given you a ride if you had let me know
That you had to hitchhike
Just like I'm going to pass you the mic right now
Awww, bitch, sike
[Chorus]
[Dred Scott]
With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snare
On the microphone cause my style is rare
And the rest of the world ain't heard that shit before
I'm on the microphone, I slam just like a door
BOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dust

{.. Dred wake up. Dred wake up! ..}
"A deep snow, was on the ground in Washington.."
[Dred Scott]
Too slick; I pick a pocket even when it's under lock and key
Most definitely got the flow so let me shoplift the show
from under, the nose of the mediocre joker
for the mic last week, yeah I was fiendin like a smoker
On my way to the mall, yo what's the plan I can't call it
He said, "How much ya got?" I'm pullin the lint out my wallet
I said, "Nobody's home," he's lookin kinda funny
realizin that I hadn't planned on spendin any money
Seen a brand new au-dio Technic, a cordless mic
He said, "You know we can't afford this," syke
I accidentally picked it up, it accidentally fell in my pocket
Whaddya know? I accidentally walked out the store
Alarm went off, my knees were sore
Security woulda been any second so we fled North
Like runaway slaves to the parkin lot
Got in the car, turned the key, but my shit wouldn't start
[Chorus]
So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
[Dred Scott]
And while patrol was on the lookout for two crooks
a-outta the car we snuck into the back of a truck and we was GONE..
word is bond.. {*harmonizing*}
.. AIYYO!
We made the getaway quick, I'm thinkin glory hallelujah
The brother too slick a-but the story wasn't through
You had to understand what was goin on inside my brain
Now I had a hunger pain so I had to run my game
at the local diner, where all of the honies rolled through yo
Ordered everything we saw on the menu
And you know damn well I couldn't afford what I ate
Next thing you know yo, "THERE'S A ROACH ON THE PLATE!"
Brother made a scene, carried out the scheme
Fronted on the waiter and refused to pay the fee, later B
I had to make a phone call
to ask Big Moe to get my car from the mall
And he would have to give it a jump start cause yo I couldn't risk it
Next thing you know we're on the Boulevard in Linden
No no no, not a row but if I done ya hoe
went to the head and with the big bottle of rum
goin straight to the brain cell the alcohol arrived
Huh, avoided accidentally made a drunk driver
to the local vocal joint, where the brothers flow yo
We stumbled in and plugged the mic in, and you know
that I had (??) what me I'm on it
Say you're flowin it with the funk and yo you oughta turn the page
and see the crowd gettin pumped, now the jealous wanna riff
I felt the rum comin through me, so I had to take a piss
In the bathroom, about to button up my fly
Stick up kids, they out the corner of the eye
Turned to my jacket, like I was packin
For this three on one so you see the odds stackin up
against me, up against the wall they fenced me
with their backs to the door, so you know that they could not see
Big Mo with Domino bust in
And now it's Even Steven, three on three, so we rushed dem
[Chorus]
So duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in
Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in
Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in
Ya gots to duck ya head we're comin in, we're comin in
[Dred Scott]
AND, to make sure they wouldn't try that again
Hit one in the head with a bottle of gin
Seen the next one reach to go inside the coat
I put my knee into the groin the elbow to the throat
It happened so fast you couldn't think
Hit the head of the third on the edge of the sink
And after he fell out in my mind I had no doubt
Took the wallets and the jewelry and we broke the hell out
Leavin the scene of the crime, headed for home sweet home
when the thought crossed my mind that I had left my microphone
And me without a mic is like a brother with no function
That's like (?) cop without the greed and the corruption
and the crooked politician I was on my own mission
He said, "Ya can't go back," but would I listen?
I (?) in the facility at half past three
Pullin up to the stoplight and who do we see?
Stick up kids, they ten deep, rollin the other way
Inside my head, I heard a little bitty voice say
[Chorus]
Duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin..
[Dred Scott]
.. but I guess I wasn't duckin low enough
The jig was up, I floored the pedal on the ass
The stick up kids they had a score to settle
The shot-glass the broken glass and there goes the back window
And with it went a very large piece of my shoulder
My grill went into shock as I felt the car swerve
About to get served on the choppin block
A ring-a-ding-a-ling-a-ling alarm clock, wake up we gotta jet
says my brother, I lay in the bed in a cold sweat
Covered in my piss, a minor technicality
Better to learn from this than to fuck with some reality
Thinkin educatin over like a fat rat
You'll always get caught in your own mousetrap
[Chorus]
So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
[Dred Scott]
To the beat y'all duck it
On the microphone gots to duck it, pluck it, duck it, pluckin
like a chicken when I'm kickin what I'm stickin in ya ear
More rhymes that you need to hear
You find that I come off like this at the end with the beat
Drop everything now you know that sounds sweet
A dibbi-dip-dip-damn, so-so-socialize
Yo what you sayin over there open up your eyes

[Dred Scott]
On my way home from school
Could I carry your books? The girl gives me the ill look
I said I'm not here to uhhh.. molest ya!
I just wanna talk to ya
She says, "Sir I don't know ya that well"
Okay like a white boy I said "Swell!"
And walked away with my head down
Feelin kinda funny just lookin at the ground
Kickin funky beats all the time with the flow
On the mic I'm grown yes I got to steal the show
Like this y'all, like uhh.. whatever

[Dred Scott]
Yeah.. check it out.. check it out..
Check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
[*uncredited singer*]
{Sometimes, I don't know if I'm here..
Sometimes, I don't know if I'm there..
Sometimes, I look and see the sadness in your eyes
Sometimes, I don't know if I care..}
[Dred Scott]
Check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it
Wakin up the mind, wakin up the soul
Sunshine from the brother, let's take a stroll
A jeep goes boom, a mother holds an infant
I hear some buckshots goin off in the distance
I see the visions of my brothers no longer here
I hold back a tear, wind whispers in my ear
The kids in the middle of the street I see 'em playin catch
Make it from the one cause the socks don't match
But with the ancestor both the young kings are blessed
A man and a woman leave the church overdressed
Far from the Lord, close to the Benz
My mother hit the lotto now she got a lot of friends
A young girl starin in the car to the right
I smile back, taken by my own sense of sight
The cops drive by to do some more good deeds
and a young black male spits the sunflower seeds in the air
[*uncredited singer*]
{Sometimes, I don't know if I feel..
Sometimes, I don't know if I'm real..
Sometimes, I look and see the sunlight in the sky
Sometimes, I don't know if I care..}
[Dred Scott]
Check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
I check my vibe, I check that vibe
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it
Tests of the strength as the young mack stare
A black queen is judged by the length of her hair
Self-hate grows and it flows like a flood
The light-skinned black's lovin the slavermaster's blood
To be grown up is what the young girl want
See the childhood is short like the life of a blunt
Fertilize your egg cause he whispered in your ear
But you won't have his kid cause he got nappy hair
To the game I'm true like the sun first rose
I'm real like my man Michael Jackson's first nose
Wind blows let the tiny baby take the first step
but at the same time the old man takes a last breath from the air
[*uncredited singer*]
{Sometimes, I don't know if I'm here..
Sometimes, I don't know if I'm there..
Sometimes, I don't know if I feel..
Sometimes, I don't know if I'm real..
Sometimes, I look and see the sunlight in the sky
Sometimes, I look and there's a sadness in your eye
Sometimes, I look and ask myself I wonder why
Sometimes, I don't know why..

[Dred Scott]
I can't hold it back, lookin for the line
Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can't hold it back, inside the mind
Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time
BANG, set it, off with the funk
When I'm on the mic kid don't pop junk
Cause then I come at you, just like Thriller
You're like the milk and I'm the serial/cereal, KILLA
that'll take your mic and your track and pimp it
Have you swimmin in your blood like Mr. Limpit
Don't come around here with the wack flow
I swoop down on niggaz like a black crow
Aww shit! Now it gets scarier
Timbaland boots to your genital area
Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South
Nah punk I won't take the gat out your mouth
Oh, no, aim for you chest
Bang! I'm on you like a full court press
You can't get the mic 'cross the half court line
Try to concentrate but you're LOSING YOUR MIND!
NON-STOP SHIT, I'm in like Flynn
Don't interrupt, naw kid you can't win!
The only bright side, I reach for the micraphone;
you get free parking in the handicapped zone
and a bro-ken back, I don't care
Then I put a 'boot' on your fucking wheelchair
I can't hold it back, lookin for the line
Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can't hold it back, inside the mind
Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time!!!
I gotta get mine in the here and the now
Brothers wanna flow but they don't know how
Niggaz don't know about stayin up late
While I was in my room kid you was on a date
Voice got hoarse, but I didn't quit
Freestyled til my breath smelled like shit!
Now folks from the old days wanna call
But I ain't a star so I know I won't fall
Then it gets worse, when the blood boil
Crumble emcees like aluminum, foil
Royal ? here to rock a new riddle
School em on the Ave. like Dr. Doolittle
Klepto, schitzo, take all, kids though
Let the Glock 9 be the Pepto-Bismol
for the diarrhea of the mouth, no witness
The punk over there better mind his own business
I can't hold it back, lookin for the line
Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can't hold it back, inside the mind
Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time!!
[Da Grinch]
No I can't hold it back, representin I.Y.
And I don't WHY niggaz try cause they die
Everytime I see a fuckin stop sign get stressed
Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness
Whoa yes, relievin my stress, with the ease
I got, knowledge of myself, three-sixty degrees
Another emcee wanna test with the game
I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain
INNN-SANNNE, got to get wild and fuckin crazy
My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn't trade me in
for another, word life to your mother
Instead of using dope kid I'd rather use butter
to ex-plain the flav' with the track the Dred made
Shit is on the real all the herbs get slayed now
Taste my freshness, it's good and you can bet this
rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this
micraphone, a kid and a whore as well
Tell you in your fuckin face to go to H-E-L-L
That's Hell if you know how to spell
I put my foot up yo' ass and don't you try to rebel
With both anchors I'm good to please like hold em
Get on your knees and suck my whole scrotum
and kiss my ass, cause son, you might as well face it
Your rhymes ain't shit so, go ahead and taste it
but not with a crazy straw cause now you're my little whore
Add flavor and spice to fuck it up just a little more
I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated
Don't talk I'm on the hawk, Moonwalk nigga Beat It
But, wait, I got more, UP just my sleeve
Cause I want you junkheads to feel and receive
a broken neck, I'm OUT to wreck, so WHAT the heck
Here's the broom and just sweep the deck
You can't hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness
Cause I be Da Grinch that stoled your whole Christmas
And what that means is, you don't have the gift
Now why you wanna riff cause I'm lightin up the spliff
to get blunted at times yo, I sip on the forty
Back in Farmer Queens, where people called me shorty
I used to the work, the niggaz called it dirt
At times I'd get SWAYZE OTHER TIMES I'D GO BEZERK
It's Da Grinch and the Dred, track attack and it's fat
Don't know how to act, yo we can't hold it back

Yeah, ahh yeah
Back in the days (3X)
Back in the days (2X)
Back in the days of eighty-three
Breakdancin at the crib with my man Dupri
When the Saturday nights was LIVE in the West
When honies were fly, the flavor was good but
on the burnt side, was where it took place
On the cheap sound system without no bass
Coolin with my man DayDay, the DJ Machete
I want a record deal, but I knew I wasn't ready
But back then I still had more fun
I even rode around my guy the rookie named Michael Jordan
Long before Tag Team and 95 South
Real Planet Rock shit used to funk the house
But the schoolyard Crips and PPD's were too rowdy
Some of them started rollin to the ?dotua? parties
My dance group called the Frat Boys was winnin
The parties was live cause General Lee was spinnin
When the summer came I was off to the Ridge
With my pen and my pad, I met new kids
Marty Mar, a.k.a. the Big Mo
Big Ben, Af Rock, yo we stole the show
Makin tapes all the time, it's like I couldn't quit
But when I listen to em now I'll admit
That it wasn't alla that in fact we was wack
But every now and then, huh, I wanna go back
Back in the days
I wanna go back in the days (4X)
I wanna go back (2X)
Spring eighty-seven, down with the four man crew
Kool Kat, Disco, and my man Steve Blue
No record deal, but I was still rhymin
Big Mo hooked me with a kid named Diamond D
Not the one from the East he went to school in Arizona
said he liked the way I rocked the microphone-a
We knew our, producer, but he was a flake
That lived in the projects, said we had to wait
Sittin in the car for hours at a time, buckin bullets down
But that's how bad I wanted to rhyme
Back when the hip-hop shit always had the airplay
The best station in nation which was KDAY
I got serious about my flow
Hooked up with a brother that they call Domino
And Diamond quit and left the twelve, over at my crib
I hooked it up to my cassette player, tell you what I did
I would pause mix breaks, whatever it would take
I only had three records couldn't dig in any crates
And there was times when I wanted to stop flowin but my
best friend and lover Ajay, yo, she said to keep goin
When all we had to eat was cup of noodles in the six pack
Cause I went and spent all my ducats on the six track
On the real, no food in the fridge
But when I won the rap contest at Northridge
Everybody flipped, yo we didn't know how to act
Daaam, I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back in the days (6X)
Bill Duke, a well known deep brother
Hooked me with the soundtrack on Deep Cover
That's how I met Belial, from the Bronx
He had more beats that house niggaz got conks
Showed me all kind of beat makin tricks
Just like Machete showed me how to pause mix
and I was married to the shit like a husband to a wife
But when I tried to rhyme up at the Good Life
Yo I got dissed I couldn't buy no respect
But in two years I came back to catch wreck
On the set and jet, cause that's how it had to be
And my man Tragedy became amazed at me
So he put me inside, the Cadillac
The chaffeur drove off, and now I can't go back
Hahaha, back in the days
I wanna go back in the days (6X)