Tameka Rayne
In 2003, Tameka Rayne shocked the Neo-Soul Blues scene with her fiery breakout single, “You Don’t Think That Fat Meat Is Greasy!” The song dropped like a hot skillet at a Sunday fish fry and had aunties, cousins, and everybody in between hollering “YAAAS” across the South. Inspired by a real-life spat with her then 22-year-old daughter who had the nerve to roll her eyes at the dinner table, Tameka marched straight into her cousin Boo-Boo’s home studio, still in her church heels and apron, and laid down the vocals in one take — fried chicken grease and all.
The song became a cult hit almost overnight. DJs from Jackson to Memphis started spinning it between Mary J. and Musiq Soulchild, and folks swore they could hear Tameka wagging a finger between verses. Bootleg CDs sold out in barbershops, and one woman allegedly left her man after playing the track five times in a row, claiming, “Tameka told me what I needed to do!” Tameka even got banned from one Atlanta radio station for calling a caller’s daughter “hard-headed and two seconds from eviction,” live on-air.
Though she never hit mainstream radio, Tameka Rayne became a beloved underground legend — the “Auntie of Accountability.” Her signature phrase, “Fat meat been greasy, baby,” became church-lady scripture and was later printed on aprons, mugs, and one line of limited-edition bonnets. To this day, when daughters get slick with their mouths, mamas just turn the volume up and let Tameka do the talking.
[Intro]
Girl, I brought you in this damn world...
And don’t you ever forget I can take your big ass out with a flip-flop and a prayer.
Sh*t, I ain’t playin’ with you.
[Verse 1]
You roll your eyes and suck your teeth
[Backing Vocals: Mm-mm, she better stop]
Like I won’t knock you into next week
[Backing Vocals: Woo, lawd have mercy!]
Actin’ grown with your smart-ass ways
[Backing Vocals: Oooooh, not today!]
You better thank God I still pray
Wore my heels, my red-hot pair
[Backing Vocals: That girl got some damn nerve]
Now they somewhere smellin’ like cheap ass beer
[Backing Vocals: Shameful!]
Brought home that no-good bastard again
Smellin’ like weed, lies, and original sin!
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep runnin’ that damn mouth
[Backing Vocals: Oooooh, shut it down]
Watch how fast I knock it south
[Backing Vocals: Pop-pop, right in the lip!]
You think I’m just some old-ass fool?
But I majored in kickin’ rude
[Chorus]
You don't think that fat meat is greasy
[Backing Vocals: But it sizzlin’, baby!]
But baby, you gon’ learn
[Backing Vocals: But it sizzlin’, baby!]
But baby, you gon’ learn
[Backing Vocals: You gon' learn today!]
You don't think that fat meat is greasy
[Backing Vocals: Oooh yes it is!]
You keep on talkin’, you gon' burn
[Post-Chorus]
Oh lawd, oh lawd
[Backing Vocals: Got her blood pressure up!]
Got me cussin’ in the damn front yard
[Backing Vocals: Somebody pray for this child!]
Oh child, oh child
[Backing Vocals: She gon’ need a bandage now!]
I’ma tear that ass up mild to wild
[Verse 2]
I cooked, I cleaned, I did your hair
[Backing Vocals: Did everything!]
And you got the f*ckin’ nerve to swear?
[Backing Vocals: Oh HELL no!]
Now you stuntin’ like you run this place
Like I won’t slap that disrespect off your face
Snatched my phone, now where the hell?
[Backing Vocals: She done lost her mind!]
I bet you textin’ that broke-ass Thomas
[Backing Vocals: He ain't got no job!]
But don’t cry when I cut it off
Like my love—sweet, but hard as fuck
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep on actin’ brand damn new
[Backing Vocals: Mmm, that ain’t cute]
Like your mama won’t f*ck you up
[Backing Vocals: Not one bit afraid]
You gon’ see just who I be
That sweet church lady? She off duty!
[Chorus]
You don't think that fat meat is greasy
[Backing Vocals: Greasy as a fish fry!]
But watch when dinner’s gone
[Backing Vocals: Ain’t no cornbread now!]
You don't think that fat meat is greasy
Till you beggin' with your dumb ass on the lawn
[Post-Chorus]
Oh hell, oh hell
[Backing Vocals: Lawd she done snapped!]
Got me raisin’ Cain, raisin’ yell
[Backing Vocals: Somebody call Big Mama!]
Oh child, oh sh*t
[Backing Vocals: Ooooooh, she meant that hit!]
[Bridge – Spoken, slow and serious]
I done worked too damn hard,
Blew my back out for you and your ungrateful lil’ friends
You think I won’t throw this whole damn house shoe through your soul?
Try me.
Tryyyyy meeeee…
[Final Chorus]
You don't think that fat meat is greasy (No you f*ckin’ don’t!)
[Choir: But it’s poppin’ in the pan!]
But you gon’ learn today
[Choir: You gon' learn today, HEY!]
You don't think that fat meat is greasy (Hell naw!)
[Choir: Mama don’t play!]
But Mama don’t play that way
[Outro]
Oh yeah, oh shit (Say it loud!)
[Choir: Fat meat greasy!]
Oh yeah, oh shit (Tell your mama!)
[Choir: Fat meat greasy!]
Fat meat...
Is greasy as hell, baby.
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