Chords for Kool Moe Dee - How Ya Like Me Now (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
83.2 bpm
Chords used:
G#
F#m
C#m
F#
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
How you like me now?
Now, now, [A#] now.
[N]
[G#]
[F#m] [G#]
I still maintain form, then I watch ya three seconds later.
[F#m] I watch ya shaking your head, dancing instead of sitting.
The rhymes kick, the beats hitting, just like a home run.
Slamming like a slam dunk, ride the wave.
James Brown's bass funk is happening to James like [F#] it's happening to [G#] me.
How you think it feel to [F#] see another MC get paid?
Using my rap style, and I'm playing the background.
Meanwhile, I ain't with that.
[C#] You can't forget that.
You take my style, [F#m] I'm taking it back.
Coming back, like Return of the Jedi.
Sucker MC's in the place, that said I [G#] could only rock rhymes, and only [C#m] rock crowds, but never rock records.
How you like me now?
[G#]
How you like me now?
[F#m] [G#] Now, brothers are riding me, like a phony.
I'm no phony, I'm only real macaroni.
Playing the mic like it's supposed to be played.
New Jacks, you all should've stayed out of the business.
What is this, amateur [F#m] night at the Apollo?
Get off this stage, I'm [G#] enraged.
Just like a lion, trapped inside of a cage.
I'm the real king.
Rap is a jungle.
I never understood how it could one go to a party.
Watch me stand around and jock me.
Become a rapper, then try to rock me.
Screaming like a demon, you're screaming and dreaming.
I'm from the old school.
I used to see men die for less.
But I'm not living that way.
I let my mic do the talking.
I [C#m] let the music play.
[F#] [C#]
[F#m] [C#m] [G#]
How you [F#m] like me now?
Rap is an art, [G#] and I'm like Picasso.
But of course, why else would you try so hard to paint a picture?
And try to get yourself in my shoes.
But things won't fix you.
I'm bigger and better.
Forget about Zephyr.
Every time I rock the mic, I left her.
Stained in your brain, that will remain.
Stuck in the back of your brain until you see me again.
Respect.
I come correct.
The rhymes I select.
I'm not the show.
The perfect vernacular's pure.
And I can ensure life or death with my breath.
[F#m] My voice is the cure.
I [C#m] feel life.
From the [F#m] words I spread, I make sick men rock on this deathbed.
Sucker MCs, I make [G#] your girl say,
Ow!
And she's jocking.
Now how you like me now?
[F#m] [C#] [E]
I can continue.
[G#] There's more on the menu.
But I relax, cause I'm so far in you.
I know you had enough.
I know you're over stuff.
And if I keep going, you'll be throwing up.
Oh, rhymes I used to say way back in the day.
But you used to come to my parties and pay.
Nobody's ever gonna rock me [F#] as this.
I vow.
So all I wanna say is how you like me now?
[C#m] [G#] How you like me now?
[C#m] [F#m]
[F#] How you like me now?
Now, now, [A#] now.
[N]
[G#]
[F#m] [G#]
I still maintain form, then I watch ya three seconds later.
[F#m] I watch ya shaking your head, dancing instead of sitting.
The rhymes kick, the beats hitting, just like a home run.
Slamming like a slam dunk, ride the wave.
James Brown's bass funk is happening to James like [F#] it's happening to [G#] me.
How you think it feel to [F#] see another MC get paid?
Using my rap style, and I'm playing the background.
Meanwhile, I ain't with that.
[C#] You can't forget that.
You take my style, [F#m] I'm taking it back.
Coming back, like Return of the Jedi.
Sucker MC's in the place, that said I [G#] could only rock rhymes, and only [C#m] rock crowds, but never rock records.
How you like me now?
[G#]
How you like me now?
[F#m] [G#] Now, brothers are riding me, like a phony.
I'm no phony, I'm only real macaroni.
Playing the mic like it's supposed to be played.
New Jacks, you all should've stayed out of the business.
What is this, amateur [F#m] night at the Apollo?
Get off this stage, I'm [G#] enraged.
Just like a lion, trapped inside of a cage.
I'm the real king.
Rap is a jungle.
I never understood how it could one go to a party.
Watch me stand around and jock me.
Become a rapper, then try to rock me.
Screaming like a demon, you're screaming and dreaming.
I'm from the old school.
I used to see men die for less.
But I'm not living that way.
I let my mic do the talking.
I [C#m] let the music play.
[F#] [C#]
[F#m] [C#m] [G#]
How you [F#m] like me now?
Rap is an art, [G#] and I'm like Picasso.
But of course, why else would you try so hard to paint a picture?
And try to get yourself in my shoes.
But things won't fix you.
I'm bigger and better.
Forget about Zephyr.
Every time I rock the mic, I left her.
Stained in your brain, that will remain.
Stuck in the back of your brain until you see me again.
Respect.
I come correct.
The rhymes I select.
I'm not the show.
The perfect vernacular's pure.
And I can ensure life or death with my breath.
[F#m] My voice is the cure.
I [C#m] feel life.
From the [F#m] words I spread, I make sick men rock on this deathbed.
Sucker MCs, I make [G#] your girl say,
Ow!
And she's jocking.
Now how you like me now?
[F#m] [C#] [E]
I can continue.
[G#] There's more on the menu.
But I relax, cause I'm so far in you.
I know you had enough.
I know you're over stuff.
And if I keep going, you'll be throwing up.
Oh, rhymes I used to say way back in the day.
But you used to come to my parties and pay.
Nobody's ever gonna rock me [F#] as this.
I vow.
So all I wanna say is how you like me now?
[C#m] [G#] How you like me now?
[C#m] [F#m]
[F#] How you like me now?
Key:
G#
F#m
C#m
F#
C#
G#
F#m
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
How you like me now?
Now, now, [A#] now.
[N] _ _
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ I still maintain form, then I watch ya three seconds later.
[F#m] I watch ya shaking your head, dancing instead of sitting.
The rhymes kick, the beats hitting, just like a home run.
Slamming like a slam dunk, ride the wave.
James Brown's bass funk is happening to James like [F#] it's happening to [G#] me.
How you think it feel to [F#] see another MC get paid?
Using my rap style, and I'm playing the background.
Meanwhile, I ain't with that.
[C#] You can't forget that.
You take my style, [F#m] I'm taking it back.
Coming back, like Return of the Jedi.
Sucker MC's in the place, that said I [G#] could only rock rhymes, and only [C#m] rock crowds, but never rock records.
How you like me now? _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ How you like me now? _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ Now, brothers are riding me, like a phony.
I'm no phony, I'm only real macaroni.
Playing the mic like it's supposed to be played.
New Jacks, you all should've stayed out of the business.
What is this, amateur [F#m] night at the Apollo?
Get off this stage, I'm [G#] enraged.
Just like a lion, trapped inside of a cage.
I'm the real king.
Rap is a jungle.
I never understood how it could one go to a party.
Watch me stand around and jock me.
Become a rapper, then try to rock me.
Screaming like a demon, you're screaming and dreaming.
I'm from the old school.
I used to see men die for less.
But I'm not living that way.
I let my mic do the talking.
I [C#m] let the music play.
_ [F#] _ [C#] _ _
[F#m] _ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
How you [F#m] like me now? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Rap is an art, [G#] and I'm like Picasso.
But of course, why else would you try so hard to paint a picture?
And try to get yourself in my shoes.
But things won't fix you.
I'm bigger and better.
Forget about Zephyr.
Every time I rock the mic, I left her.
Stained in your brain, that will remain.
Stuck in the back of your brain until you see me again.
Respect.
I come correct.
The rhymes I select.
I'm not the show.
The perfect vernacular's pure.
And I can ensure life or death with my breath.
[F#m] My voice is the cure.
I [C#m] feel life.
From the [F#m] words I spread, I make sick men rock on this deathbed.
Sucker MCs, I make [G#] your girl say,
Ow!
And she's jocking.
Now how you like me now? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [E]
I can continue.
[G#] There's more on the menu.
But I relax, cause I'm so far in you.
I know you had enough.
I know you're over stuff.
And if I keep going, you'll be throwing up.
Oh, rhymes I used to say way back in the day.
But you used to come to my parties and pay.
Nobody's ever gonna rock me [F#] as this.
I vow.
So all I wanna say is how you like me now? _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ How you like me now?
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ How you like me now? _ _
How you like me now?
Now, now, [A#] now.
[N] _ _
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ I still maintain form, then I watch ya three seconds later.
[F#m] I watch ya shaking your head, dancing instead of sitting.
The rhymes kick, the beats hitting, just like a home run.
Slamming like a slam dunk, ride the wave.
James Brown's bass funk is happening to James like [F#] it's happening to [G#] me.
How you think it feel to [F#] see another MC get paid?
Using my rap style, and I'm playing the background.
Meanwhile, I ain't with that.
[C#] You can't forget that.
You take my style, [F#m] I'm taking it back.
Coming back, like Return of the Jedi.
Sucker MC's in the place, that said I [G#] could only rock rhymes, and only [C#m] rock crowds, but never rock records.
How you like me now? _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ How you like me now? _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ Now, brothers are riding me, like a phony.
I'm no phony, I'm only real macaroni.
Playing the mic like it's supposed to be played.
New Jacks, you all should've stayed out of the business.
What is this, amateur [F#m] night at the Apollo?
Get off this stage, I'm [G#] enraged.
Just like a lion, trapped inside of a cage.
I'm the real king.
Rap is a jungle.
I never understood how it could one go to a party.
Watch me stand around and jock me.
Become a rapper, then try to rock me.
Screaming like a demon, you're screaming and dreaming.
I'm from the old school.
I used to see men die for less.
But I'm not living that way.
I let my mic do the talking.
I [C#m] let the music play.
_ [F#] _ [C#] _ _
[F#m] _ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
How you [F#m] like me now? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Rap is an art, [G#] and I'm like Picasso.
But of course, why else would you try so hard to paint a picture?
And try to get yourself in my shoes.
But things won't fix you.
I'm bigger and better.
Forget about Zephyr.
Every time I rock the mic, I left her.
Stained in your brain, that will remain.
Stuck in the back of your brain until you see me again.
Respect.
I come correct.
The rhymes I select.
I'm not the show.
The perfect vernacular's pure.
And I can ensure life or death with my breath.
[F#m] My voice is the cure.
I [C#m] feel life.
From the [F#m] words I spread, I make sick men rock on this deathbed.
Sucker MCs, I make [G#] your girl say,
Ow!
And she's jocking.
Now how you like me now? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [E]
I can continue.
[G#] There's more on the menu.
But I relax, cause I'm so far in you.
I know you had enough.
I know you're over stuff.
And if I keep going, you'll be throwing up.
Oh, rhymes I used to say way back in the day.
But you used to come to my parties and pay.
Nobody's ever gonna rock me [F#] as this.
I vow.
So all I wanna say is how you like me now? _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ How you like me now?
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ How you like me now? _ _