Stop acting like you actually working and read this shit, nigga
Whatever, Nigga dropped by The Last Real New Yorker on March 25th, 2008.
Any of you niggas ever realize how white blogs manage to be updated five times a hour? And every update usually some link to some other white faggot bullshit like how some fruity caucasion nigga named Daniel or David is complaining cuz some niggas lay this coffee slurping faggot on his back for taking photos of they illicit activities? Nigga, what is you, a hall monitor? Is you fucking stupid?
My niggas, never in a million fucking years would I even consider turning Niggaknow into a motherfucking starbucks-written journal, like some 28-year-old cracker, constantly frowning bitch named Bethany (who be usually found stomping around Bed-Stuy with her faggot-ass sandy haired kids in they Sharper Image stroller) be using to talk about how much she hates it when the 
American N1gga back again letting niggas know how more about opportunities to stack paper. So, hopefully some of yall niggas took motherfucking heed of 
By now you already shook the Piff & Henny off from the 200 parties you managed to crash within the stretch of time between Thanksgiving and New Years. We both know your ass is broke and your girl’s credit card bill is comin and so is your share of the rent you owe moms. Phone bill, light bill, and unless you in the jects, heat. And for the petrified nigga that listened to the advice them NK dudes around the holidays told you - that innanet bill.
Waddup 3x to the niggas, 3x for the ladies. Hope yall niggas gettin ready for the biggest amount of fuckery for the year: “X-Mas”. Whatever, Nigga. For some of us, its presents, family. For niggas like ME, its them paid days off work - Ain’t tryin to do much man. If yall got decent family, go check em. Mine is what it is, but here nor there, I’m here right now to touch on somewhat of a tradition where I’m from: Dodgin the “boys” before quota time.
We here for the same motherfucking reason. Unstepped on, raw poppy field, Blue Magic, bitter NIGGA Truth. The kind that makes Chad and Scott log on under GangstaC13 and BeamMeUpScotty2Hottie just to witness real niggas speaking to the people, so they can copy our text and recite to Sarah and Jolene while passing around a piss warm Bartles & James on Saturday night at Inspiration Point. 
I’m an American nigga. I get up, contradict myself everyday by going to work for some super rich man and his company that has no place for me, but yet, since his “caretakers” understand that I’m 20 times more intelligent than the field/house slave stable buck niggas that cemented my ancestry they have to give me what I want. I promise you: The majority of yal coming through NiggaKnow are in the same pot. So I’ma keep the shit official and just break it down. I feel it necessary to bang on these niggas again, because the shit makes me wanna murder a nigga for real.
