“Check It Out” is a song by Nicki Minaj featuring will.i.am, released in 2010. It incorporates elements of “Video Killed the Radio Star” by The Buggles. The song received a mixed reception, with praise for Minaj’s energetic rap style and the unique sample usage. However, some found it repetitive and less memorable. Commercially, it achieved moderate success, reaching the top 30 on the Billboard Hot 100. Overall, it’s a catchy pop-rap song that may appeal to fans of Nicki Minaj and those who enjoy nostalgic elements in music. Check out the Check It Out Lyrics and Video here…
Stepped in the party like my name was “that bitch” All these haters mad because I’m so established They know I’m a beast, yeah I’m a fucking savage Haters you can kill yourself, uh In my space shuttle and I’m not coming down I’m a stereo and she’s just so monotone Sometimes it’s just me and all my bottles all alone I ain’t coming back this time
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing This club is heating, this party’s blazing I can’t believe it, this beat is banging I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it
Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out (Yeah yeah, I’m feeling it now) Check it out Check it out Check it out
Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T All these hating naggers ain’t got natin’ on me Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be If you Wiki Willy then you get super O.G. Honeys always rush me ’cause I’m fly, fly, fly Dummies they can’t touch me ’cause I’m floating sky high I stay swagger-ific you don’t need to ask why You just gotta see with your eyes
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing This club is heating, this party’s blazing I can’t believe it, this beat is banging I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it
Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out (Yeah yeah, I’m feeling it now-ow) Check it out Check it out Check it out Check this mother-fucker out It got me in the club, in the club Just rocking like this, oh, oh
The DunDun The sun done Yep, the sun done Came up, but we still up in dungeon The DunDun Yep, in London Competition, why yes I would love some How the fuck they get mad ’cause they run done? Mad ’cause I’m getting money in abundance Man I can’t even count all of these hundreds Duffle bag every time I go to SunTrust I leave the rest just to collect interest I mean interest Fuck my nemesis Exclamation just for emphasis And I don’t sympathize, ’cause you a simple bitch I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch
Oh, we just had to kill it We on the radio hotter than a skillet We in the club making party people holla Money in the bank we be getting top dollar I’m a big baller, You a little smaller Step up to my level Need to grow a little taller I’m shot caller Get up off my collar You a Chihuahua I’m a Rottweila’
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing I can’t believe it, this beat is banging I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it
Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out (Yeah, yeah, I’m feeling it now) Check it out Check it out Check it out
Kevin Benoit is the editor of Parlé Magazine. He founded the magazine while in college and continues to run it today. Follow him on IG: @parlewithmeRead more articles by Kevin.
