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Without Me
Eminem Lyrics


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Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside

(Woo) (ooh)




Guess who's back? Back again?
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back?

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (hey)
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They tried to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie"

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prison is helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch"
A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves, a rebel
So just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass, you ask for me?
Well I'm back, nana-na nana-na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in
And up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
"Testing, attention please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

A tisk-it a task-it
I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go, it's over
Nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene (yeah)
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do Black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy (hey)
There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerged
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Hum didi lala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lala
Hum didi lala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lalala
Lala, lala

Kids

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's "Without Me" are full of references to his past controversies and shedding light on the current state of the music industry. The song starts with a reference to Obie Trice, Eminem's protégé, and his real name with no gimmicks. The following lines "Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside" is a reference to a children's rhyme, "Miss Mary Mack," and the rhythm is sampled from it. Eminem then announces his return as "Shady," a nickname he goes by, and asks his fans to spread the word that he's back.


The line "I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more" refers to how he hoodwinked the world with his alter ego Slim Shady, and the industry now wants him to be that persona instead. He then raps about his vices, including alcohol and drugs, and how they have impacted his health. The line "I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney, but your husband's heart problem's complicating" is a reference to former US Vice President Dick Cheney's heart problems.


Eminem then talks about how the FCC tries to suppress his music, the lawsuits he's settled, and how all of it has made him a controversial figure. The chorus emphasizes that he's necessary for the industry because he brings much-needed controversy. He mentions people who have had beef with him in the past like Limp Bizkit, Moby, and Chris Kirkpatrick. The song ends with a reference to the iconic children's song "Humpty Dumpty" with Eminem saying "Hum didi lala."


Line by Line Meaning

Obie Trice
Introducing a fellow rapper named Obie Trice


Real name, no gimmicks
Obie Trice's real name is being disclosed without any attempt at fake stardom


Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
Noting the presence of two girls from the trailer park walking outside


'Round the outside, 'round the outside
The girls are walking around outside repeatedly


Guess who's back? Back again?
Eminem is asking a rhetorical question about his return


Shady's back, tell a friend
Eminem's alias 'Shady' is back and he invites others to spread the word


I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
Eminem feels like his own success has created an insatiable demand for his stage name 'Shady', and no one wants to see him as himself


They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Continuing the previous sentiment, Eminem notes that no one wants to see him and he feels like he's been thrown away like chopped liver


Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
Eminem is ready to give the audience what they want


A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
He describes mixing weed and alcohol for a powerful effect


Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Eminem is referring to the potency of vodka in getting him fired up


Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
He jokes about the potential consequences of his actions with a reference to hospital electroshock treatment


By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
Eminem imagines being uncooperative and provoked by medical staff


When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (hey)
Eminem continues the hospital scenario, imagining him causing chaos while a surgery is taking place


You waited this long, now stop debating
He tells the listener to stop doubting his return and instead embrace it


'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
A crude joke- Eminem's return coincides with a menstrual cycle and he's in a fertile state


I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
A reference to Dick Cheney's wife, who Eminem jokes has other things to worry about than him


But your husband's heart problem's complicating
Continuing with the Cheney reference, he implies that he's causing more stress for the family


So the FCC won't let me be
He complains about censorship from the Federal Communications Commission


Or let me be me, so let me see
Eminem wants his freedom of expression, but feels like it's being denied


They tried to shut me down on MTV
Eminem references a time when MTV didn't want to air his music video


But it feels so empty without me
He believes that without him, something valuable is missing


So come on and dip, bum on your lips
Eminem is hyping the audience up and encouraging them to party by referencing sex and substances


Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
Continuing the sexual references, Eminem uses crude language to describe his appeal


And get ready 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
The party is about to escalate and become more intense


I just settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie"
Eminem has just resolved all legal disputes and directed a curse word towards his former wife


Now this looks like a job for me
Eminem identifies a situation where he is needed


So everybody just follow me
He's ready to lead the way


'Cause we need a little controversy
He wants to stir up some debate and controversy


'Cause it feels so empty without me
Eminem believes that his presence and influence is necessary


Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
He describes a group of young troublemakers


Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
Eminem jokes that the kids may be embarrassed because their parents still listen to an old artist like Elvis Presley


They start feeling like prison is helpless
The kids have started to feel like there's no way out of their situation


'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch"
Eminem posits himself as the person who can rally and empower the young troublemakers with a bold call-out


A visionary, vision is scary
He considers himself a visionary, unafraid of where his vision will take him


Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves, a rebel
He imagines his music starting a movement and being a rebel force disrupting the norm through airwave pollution


So just let me revel and bask
He wants to take in the attention and adoration he receives


In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
He revels in being the object of everyone's worship


And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
Eminem acknowledges that his level of fame and influence has the potential to go very wrong


For you to see so damn much of my ass, you ask for me?
He uses self-deprecating humor, making a crude joke about how often his rear end appears in the public eye


But sometimes this shit just seems
Eminem sometimes gets bogged down by the industry and celebrity world


Everybody only wants to discuss me
He feels like he's become an object of fascination


So this must mean I'm disgusting
He's self-conscious about his own public persona


But it's just me, I'm just obscene (yeah)
He admits that while he's been labeled as obscene, it's just his true self


Though I'm not the first king of controversy
He recognizes that others have come before him with similar levels of controversy


I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
Eminem refers to himself as the latest terrible thing to happen to Black music since Elvis Presley appropriated it


To do Black music so selfishly
He believes that Elvis Presley and himself have both benefitted from Black music while not giving back or crediting it properly


And use it to get myself wealthy (hey)
He admits that part of the reason he's involved in the music industry is for monetary gain


There's a concept that works
He believes that stirring up controversy and pushing boundaries is a viable strategy


Twenty million other white rappers emerged
He's acknowledging the other white rappers that have risen to prominence in the wake of his success


But no matter how many fish in the sea
He's confident that he'll remain at the top despite competition


It'll be so empty without me
Eminem believes that his influence is unique and invaluable


Hum didi lala
Non-sensical vocalizations to end the song


Lala, lalala
Continuation of the non-sensical vocals


Lala, lalala
Continuation of the non-sensical vocals


Lala, lala
Continuation of the non-sensical vocals


Hum didi lala
End of the song with the same non-sensical vocals as at the beginning


Lala, lalala
Continuation of the non-sensical vocals


Lala, lalala
Continuation of the non-sensical vocals


Lala, lala
Continuation of the non-sensical vocals




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Anne Jennifer Dudley, Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Kevin Dean Bell, Malcolm Robert Andrew McLaren, Marshall B. III Mathers, Trevor Charles Horn

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

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