Hip hop has its fair share of GOAT feature rappers. Off the top of my head, there’s Busta Rhymes, the OG guest verse murderer, Nas, DMX, Jadakiss, Biggie, Method Man, just to name a few.
From the newer generation, you’ve got the likes of J. Cole, Kendrick and Drake who routinely steal the show from other artists. Of course, there’s Lil Wayne, perhaps the most iconic feature rapper ever, and Jay-Z, who’s been cementing his GOAT status based off features alone these past few years.
But when it comes down to it, the truth is, none of these rappers deliver a guest verse as impactful as Andre 3000. Every time the OutKast rapper steps out and blesses another artist with a verse, he shuts everything down. Articles pop up and Internet forums get flooded with people trying to dissect his usually cryptic rhymes.
From his scene-stealing appearance on UGK’s “International Players Anthem” to his more recent verse on Kanye’s “Life of the Party,” here are the 18 greatest Andre 3000 feature appearances of all time.
18. Kesha – “Sleazy Remix 2.0: Get Sleazier”
Album: N/A
Released: January 18, 2011
Producer: Bangladesh, Dr. Luke, Benny Blanco
We start out so cute in our baby pictures That Mama shot for our daddy, so that he wouldn't forget you He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he'll remember If not, he's human, I'm human, you human, we'll forgive him God gives him his ultimatum, can't see how Mama hates him He's such a cool-ass guy, then wonder why she date him I'm only eight, I'm not old enough, guess it's complicated Two-parent dwellings, expellin' have got so underrated I only say this in cadence so it don't get negated I was gon' save it for later, "but later" look like "maybe" This crazy lady named Ke$ha is guessin' my Mercedes Would be all new and frou-frou, but it's a 1980s But now that we are cool-cool, she sippin' Irish Baileys She say, "Stacks, you’re true-blue?" I said, "Nah, I’m navy" I call her "Keisha," she like it because it's hood to her She call me "André 6000" because I'm good to her
17. Chris Brown – “Deuces (Remix)”
Album: N/A
Released: October 1, 2010
Producer: Kevin “K-MAC” McCall
The farewell email from a female But I’m a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details What it entails is hard to say, like sellin' seashells By the seashore, but she’s not a bore But neither a whore who needs to know more The kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door for Or run in your favorite store, and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain't yours I did things for her; ain't rich, ain't poor I wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know her Well enough to know if this is all she came for But enough to know tonight excited she came four Times to my cousin house to see if I was there Get your minds out the gutter, man We out here tryna have a good time And here I am, all heavy with the words where Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward But, shit, they asked for it It’s hard to throw up them deuces ‘Cause when you know it’s juicy You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses Chase Cabooses until the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs
16. Future – “Benz Friendz”
Album: Honest
Released: April 22, 2014
Producer: Mr. DJ, Organized Noize
I told the girl I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these folks I'm goin' broke, a smile poured From my lips, 'cause if I'm broke, it's only -hearted Broken records from broken English, that's all it Hol' up, and if I were, why? Would you throw a party? (Can't have it) Affection is so convenient when ballin' Correction: These hoes don't mean it when fallin' I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent Fly on a nigga back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there? Stop searchin' for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care White button downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks But this shit comes back up like some acid reflux Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers I was zipping through the city and I'on't give a fuck 1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because That bitch ain't never broke down on me Why would I do that to her? Simple-ism, symbolism, I'll pull up at a club And might not never buy a new car again, if I can help it 'Cause if I buy one, they gon' sell ten, and what I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk (Hey) 'Til then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk—ehh
15. Erykah Badu – “Hello”
Album: But You Caint Use My Phone
Released: November 27, 2015
Producer: Erykah Badu, Zach Witness
Okay, challenge Leave your phone unlocked and right side up Walk out the room without throwin' your bitch off balance It's either on or off, ain't no in between when it's valid I seem to wanna talk more and more 'bout what really matters I've seen my aura hop out my torso and hit her backwards Flip, watchin' you skip down my corridor, fuck a ballad Don't need shit on the side no more, all entreé, fuck a salad I often have awesome thoughts of tossin' this softer palate So when we fall any wall, any stall, any crawl, any pause Any scar, any tar, any dark will dissolve, kill them all Build-A-Bear, build them all, build it where it won't fall Give it all, give it my all, yeah Don't wear any drawers, any bra, anymore, in it raw, isn't it raw? I'm in awe, I'm involved, common law, cummin' on stomach wall Kermit frog jump off London fog Bridges in the midst of callgirls my woman calls Unicorn, you my porn
14. Lil Wayne – “Interlude”
Album: Tha Carter IV
Released: August 29, 2011
Producer: Willy Will
Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black I tell a nigga, "All those flows are borrowed" It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles No car doors, whatcha call those? A whole carload, of raw hoes In a Jeep Defender Please remember, don’t feed the Simba Three’s assembled like nobody He's a symbol of what's safari Pulled her ponytail to my body She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough To call me 'Mr. Benjamin' in the middle of a wild party Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder How come the only girls that are thought of Are the light ones? Well tonight then We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones It’s important that you are more than Welcome to Tha Carter IV and Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out
13. Lloyd – “I Want You (Remix)”
Album: Street Love
Released: March 13, 2007
Producer: Big Reese, Jasper Cameron
I said, "What time you get off?" She said, "When you get me off" I kinda laughed, but it turned into a cough 'Cause I swallowed down the wrong pipe Whatever that mean— You know, old people say it, so it sounds right So I'm standing there embarrassed If we were both in Paris I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but We in the middle of Whole Foods And those fools ain't supposed to beef But you'd think they hated tofu Check-in line got rowdy; my vision got cloudy I started seeing circles like some Audi— Emblem; I'm hearing them say, "Come on, man Do this own your own time—get the hell on, man" I walked out, hm, I got 'bout... Halfway to my car when I heard shawty shout: "3000, forgot your credit card—smart move By the way, my little sister loves your cartoon Well, here's my name and num' If I ain't the one, lose it; if I am, use it" If a man chooses and he can do's it And he don't, don't take it personal He might be might be swamped With making mozzarella—no, making worlds better Cheese will come, believe me; I'm— Never focused on the cash Ask Mel Gibson, Jesus Christ, I'm 'bout the pass-ion
12. Rick Ross – “Sixteen”
Album: God Forgives, I Don’t
Released: July 30, 2012
Producer: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Summer '88, or was it '89? Or was it wintertime? Aw never mind I'm in my room, booming Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper I'm tryna fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy But boy, was I wrong now I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately but of course An assortment of torches that scorches the skin When they enter, intruders whose tutors did A lousy job, how's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us? That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up Make us think we do so much and do it big Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches Then go grab the finest wine and drink it Like we know which grape and which region it came from As if we can name 'em; hint-hint—it ain't, um, Welch's Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler Y'all can't measure my worth But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home All Kellygreen with envy while I'm jelly beans descending Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile With such a devilish grin, like "Where the hell have you been?" She's yelling, "Selling’s a sin," well, so is telling young men That selling is a sin if you don’t offer new ways to win A dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets in Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim And Flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue? I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm And not set off these alarms, when camera’s snap-snap-snap Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap They’ll learn why, mere privacy, so essential They won't make no laws, I break their laws 'til they see out our window I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em, don’t pretend to Yeah something tells me, we ain’t in Kansas anymore All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool anymore All the women we were pursuing, now they want more And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours
11. Frank Ocean – “Pink Matter”
Album: Channel Orange
Released: June 8, 2012
Producer: Frank Ocean, Malay, Om’Mas Keith
Hey, hey Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw She better with some fella with a regular job" I didn't wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car; drove far Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin' Thick girls are made for cuddlin' Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands
10. Kanye West – “Life Of The Party”
Album: Donda
Released: November 14, 2021
Producer: Brian Miller, Fonzworth Bentley, Ojivolta, Federico Vindver, The Twilite Tone, BoogzDaBeast, Kanye West & Dem Jointz
Hey, Miss Donda You run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something" I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets No after-over, this is it, done If there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh I heard passing by in a stroller remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling" I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy Got up and roamed a lil' more Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a ***** 'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later All that time, y'all thought a ***** was high, thought I was crazy My mom, she ain't cut no corners Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping But do miss her showin' Seven civilian life **** Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama, whisper her this: The real reason I was geeked to go to church Must confess, when y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were **** So pure and ****, so spirit spinning and dirty So on, so on, and so on, we hoped that no one heard us Sh-sh, ah, ah And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him why he never married Always smiled, but was he happy inside? Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him? I'm sure she did it out of spite, 'twas her decision at birth Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions There's a dissidence at play, dad and mom do hard division Three Thou', poster child for big **** **** raised by their mothers I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled Keeps me around, for what? I don't know But I do know that it's crucial, that we do so, pronto I don't know how much long though
9. DJ Unk – “Walk It Out (Remix)”
Album: Beat’n Down Yo Block!
Released: October 3, 2006
Producer: Unk
Walk it out like an usher If you say real talk, I probably won't trust ya If you want to go to war, the gun's my pleasure Even Jesus had twelve disciples on the lever, trigger, whatever Pyong, you don't want nan day of three thou' I'm like jury duty, you're new to this part of town Your white tee, well to me, look like a nightgown Make your Momma proud, take that thing two sizes down Then you'll look like the man that you are or what you could be I can give a damn 'bout your car, but then I would be If it was considered a classic before the drastic change In production when cars were metal instead of plastic Value, is what I'm talkin' 'bout, take two of these and walk it out You'll be the reason they chalk it out, you can't be the king of the parking lot Forever, not saying I'm the best but 'til they find something better I am here, no fear, write me a letter, 'til then I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out I Westside walk it ow-out, I Westside walk it ow-out I Westside walk it ow-out, then Eastside walk it ow-out
8. Rich Boy – “Throw Some D’s (Remix)”
Album: Rich Boy
Released: March 13, 2007
Producer: Lil Jon
Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood See, mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty good But if you wanna try, sucker now then we can do it Ha-ha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life Yeah, yeah your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8 He can die any second, how much longer it's 'gon take? Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then? You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet Like the boys in blue when they come through with them boots And they kickin' down the door and they don't care who they shoot But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back But they comin' from the back, so we run back to the front They say get down on ya knees, we say, "What the fuck you want?" They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo' Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talkin' they won't know That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter Slash plumber, cash runner and he fire on them computers, log out
7. Devin the Dude – “What a Job”
Album: Waitin’ to Inhale
Released: March 20, 2007
Producer: Devin the Dude
We work nights, we some vampires Niggas gather 'round the beat like a campfire Singing folk songs, but not no "Kumbaya my Lord" You download it for free, we get charged back for it I know you're saying, "they won't know, they won't miss it Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit" So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you (Hell no!) Yeah, exactamundo But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys See, we do it for that boy that graduated That looked you in your eyes real tough and say "'preciate it" And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number nine And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she crying Talkin' 'bout, that they used to get high to me in high school And they used to make love to me in college Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes And how he liked her fingernail polish I say "Hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo', but I'm off to the studio Gotta write tonight" "Hey, can you put us in your raps?" "I don't see why not" Devin is the Dude, you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout–
6. Young Jeezy – “I Do”
Album: TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition
Released: January 10, 2012
Producer: M16
Nothing's more attractive than a heavy praying woman To a him when those and them been defecating on me (ughh) Her would sense the heaven, and him when Andre omen Baby I’m hell, save me, don’t bail Crazy I tell you all of this in the middle of a club Where words tend to get thrown around lightly like like, like-like, love "Friend," "rock star" and "So and so’s a genius" So him vow to never utter him do unless him mean it Her proud like her mother and ooohh momma’s sweet So you just know that Juicy fruit ain't gon’ fall too far from tree So if we ever woopty woop I want all that bleepty bleep On this nasty carpet Bixby fresh on one knee Say I do I do I do I do I do So we can float up outta here in this hot air balloon Lets put a baby butterfly up in your lil’ cocoon And maybe 2030 our baby, she’ll be nerdy make the whole club swoon
5. Frank Ocean – “Solo (Reprise)”
Album: Blonde
Released: August 20, 2016
Producer: Frank Ocean, Jon Brion, James Blake
So low that I can see under the skirt of an ant So low that I don't get high no more When I Geronimo, I just go, "Heh" Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So low that I can admit When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo It ain't an event no more So low that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo When I do, I cut the pony off Now there's a hole where there once was a logo, how fitting So low that I can give a fuck about what is trending Tryna cut down on my spending Regardless of winning, instead of pretending And bending over backwards Over half of these hoes had work done Sayin' they want something real from a man Just saying it, we being real persons I hate that it's like this, I feel for you, ant I don't know what it's like with a skirt on So pardon me if I am being insensitive But darling, this only worsens So low my halo stay way low, it feels like it's bent So low that when they throw pussy or pesos Don't pay no attention to it So low that I am no rookie, but feel like a kid Lookin' at the other kids With astonishment while I'm on punishment Watchin' the summer come close to an end After twenty years in, I'm so naive I was under the im— 'Pression that everyone wrote they own verses It's comin' back different and, yeah, that shit hurts me I'm hummin' and whistlin' to those not deserving I've stumbled and lived every word, was I working just way too hard?
4. T.I. – “Sorry”
Album: Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head
Released: November 27, 2012
Producer: Jazze Pha, Sir Clef, Po Johns
What it ain't? What it is? Even if you gotta live I learned that apartment's way more exciting Than a big-ass house on a hill I used to be a way better writer and a rapper When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia (Woo!) Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche (Ahh) Feeling like I'm going off a course (Ahh) Cut these fuck niggas off Negative in my life, scream that 'til I'm hoarse (Woo) Duck these, get the fuck off me, projectiles Bitch, he ain't really got a choice (Mmm) I'm living my life live yours (Ahh) I don't even like rapping fast (Ahh) But that's how the world come to me Talk to me sideways, nigga, that's your ass Slow it down This that shit that'll make you call your mama Say, "Hey, I'm sorry for begging For all them clothes you couldn't afford" And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner And say, "I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours" I hated all the attention so I ran from it (I ran from it) Fuck it if we did But I hope we ain't lose no fans from it (No fans from it) I'm a grown-ass kid, you know I ain't never cared about no damn money Why do we try so hard to be stars just to dodge comments? And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama When you gone on half a pill Don't know why, but that's how it is Then you take a flight back to the crib Y'all make love like college kids And you say all the shit you gon' do better We can try this shit again 'Round the time the dope wear off You feel stupid, she feel lost That's that dopamine, I mean dope— I mean, you think Cupid done worn off Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed Baby boy face full of applesauce Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry Was young and had to choose between you And what the rest of the world might offer me Shit, what would you do? (I was 21) Well, I'd prob'ly do it differently if second the chance Only if some cool-ass older man Would've let me know in advance There's this quarry that is dug so deep in a father's chest When he feel that he's broken up his nest And he figures, shit—he was just doing the best that he could Which end up being the worst that he could And all some pussy nigga on the Internet can say Is, "That verse ain't good"
3. DJ Drama – “The Art of Storytellin’ Part 4”
Album: Gangsta Grillz: The Album
Released: December 4, 2007
Producer: Don Cannon
So I'm watchin' her fine ass, walk to my bedroom And thought to myself "that's the shape of things to come" She said, "Why in the club, you don't make it precipitate? You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm?" I'm like, "Why?" The world needs sun, the hood needs funds There's a war goin' on and half the battle is guns How dare I throw it on the floor When people are poor So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord Umbilical attached to a place I can't afford No landscaping, or window draping This old lady told me, if I ain't got nothin' good, say nathan That's why I don't talk much I swear it don't cost much to pay attention to me I tell like it is, then I tell it how it could be The hood be Requesting my services oh don't get nervous it's Step yo game up time, these ain't them same old rhymes Designed to have you dancin' in some club Niggas ride to me, women be off in they tub Ex-foliating with they poms-poms, yelling, "Go, 3000!" I'm in my whatever bumpin' N.W.A, a hunnid miles and Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Summon, woman, come in Sit down, heard you need some plumbin' Done in, I'm in a swell mood Or rather swole mood Until she told me that she told dude That she'll be back, she's going to the store I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door I pointed her to I said, "Call me when y'all break up" "I don't fuck nobody, bitch, and never owned a Jacob," Know what time it is Nigga just tryin' to live like a nigga supposed to live If I still drank that malt liquor, I'd pour the beer On the ground for niggas not around; I started off starvin', now they got me out here Brett Favre'n Tryna' see if I still got it... (got it...) I guess it's like a bike, think about it... (Uh uh oh no)
2. UGK – “International Players Anthem (I Choose You)”
Album: Underground Kingz
Released: June 6, 2007
Producer: DJ Paul, Juicy J
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin' Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon! Don't do it! Reconsider, read some liter- Ature on the subject; you sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya: Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart Play your part, play your part"
1. Big Boi – “Royal Flush”
Album: N/A
Released: March 24, 2008
Producer: Jeron Ward, Rick Wallkk
Styles will change, they say change is dang– Erous as a King standing on the terrace While his partner pointing up at the riflemen Coward shooter, never know when your life will end Then live like there ain't no 'morrow And if one come, then this the motto Now I put message in bottle You go to the nearest beach and open your car door And walk to the place where the sea meets the land Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand Hey, I'm talkin', young man, as if chalk in my hand I will take y'all little ass to school It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back Crack and I have a lot in common We both come up in the '80s and we keep that bass pumpin' That's a negative comparison, embarrassin' Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate The streets consider you lame Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life I guess it ain't, what a shame I don't slang, never slung, but I'm one with the slum That has a name well fitting, plenty cheese getting No wonder why they call it the trap, so watch your tail And I'm not kidding, the rats and mice would give advice They say, "You can paint and draw, get out of here Go show 'em that we're more than slangin' raw" That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression And I tried to enlighten, but that night I learned a lesson That the morals that you think you got go out the window When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis And your child is down on her knees Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese Do you B, hit the street hard with a flair? Or do you A, go to school for heatin' and air? Dare make an honest livin' or make a crooked killin' Or do a bit of both until you're holdin' on a million? Brilliant, you got one foot in, one foot out You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about You do the hokey pokey 'til you turn your life around That's what it's all about, 3000 out
