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You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck 'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up

Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it, my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
I waitin' for niggas to trip 'cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, where love, niggas?
I'm a millionaire, started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to Zs, writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks
Now they all wanna sue me, so fuck 'em all

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)

Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak?
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets, like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison, wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell? A possibility of livin' well?
But if they killin' me, I'll get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin' to sell, I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figure addicted to these fuckin' streets

Now put your muthafuckin' hands up if you's a rider (ride)
Niggas ain't killers so they hidin' (why?)
Fuck 'em all, touch 'em all, that's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as cold as this game, y'all be knowin' my name
A young, high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so fuck 'em all

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm warnin' you
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don't give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin'

I got Glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick 'em and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy Impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit, pick my Glock up
I'm bustin' with such efficiency
Poppin' nobody got 'em, holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy, why? 'Cause they'll never stop us
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie
Now I wanna do it too, ooh, ooh
Niggas is too through, true to the game
I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I'm

'Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggas for they watch and chain?
Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot, trust me

Even my hood call me Baby Malcolm X
With the TEC's, shower some slugs on 'em
I've got a brother, don't rest and he keeps some drugs on him
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
Ever seen Faces of Death? That's what my 9 do

I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
With my back against the wall, like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat, I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world, this guerilla team of mine
Screamin', "Thug Life, bitch, fuck 'em all" and die for 'em
Even if the last nigga left I'ma ride for 'em
Feel me? Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
"Fuck 'em all, let them die" that's my slogan, fuck 'em all

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm warnin' you
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don't give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin'
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)




(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)

Overall Meaning

The song "F*** Em All" by 2Pac/Outlawz is a powerful, aggressive track that features lyrics about the gangster lifestyle and the "thug life." The verse from 2Pac himself talks about his rise from drug dealer to rapper, and the hatred he's faced from his "adversaries" who are "player hating." He boasts about his wealth and success, and encourages listeners to "put your hands up" for the West Coast.


The chorus, which repeats the phrase "fuck 'em all" multiple times, is a rallying cry for the Outlawz and their gangster lifestyle. The lyrics talk about riding hard and fast, getting rich, and doing dirt on your own without relying on any "phony homies." The final verse features Young Noble talking about his own experiences in the streets, and how he's willing to die for his gang and his "slogan" of "fuck 'em all."


Overall, this song is a celebration of the gangster lifestyle and the "thug life," with aggressive lyrics and a powerful beat that make it a classic in the rap genre.


Line by Line Meaning

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
You are a member of the Bad Boy Killaz, a group that is not afraid to take on anyone and defy societal norms.


(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Yes, that's correct. We have no regard for anyone who opposes us, and we don't care about their opinions or judgments.


Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck 'em all
We find it amusing and empowering to disregard and dismiss all of our enemies without a second thought.


(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Once again, we affirm our refusal to let others dictate our actions or affect our mindset.


Fuck all you muthafuckers
We hold no respect or regard for any of the individuals who stand against us or try to undermine us.


Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up
We're challenging Biggie to acknowledge and join us in our defiance and disregard for those who oppose us.


Now, I can make it happen
I have the power and ability to create the outcomes that I desire.


My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
My lyrics and flow are reminiscent of individuals engaging in physical confrontations and fighting.


Blast and watch 'em back up
When I unleash my talent and aggression, my enemies retreat and back away in fear.


Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
I am connected to the infamous Death Row Records and associated with being a threat to Biggie Smalls.


Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
Those who dare to challenge us or disrespect us get shot in the head. This is the violent reality of the West Coast.


Bitch, you misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell like felonies
You are insignificant and small-scale, while I am causing havoc and chaos on a much larger scale.


Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
I, as 'Makaveli' (a.k.a. Tupac), transitioned seamlessly from being incarcerated to profiting and succeeding in the music industry.


Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
We continue to replicate and promote our lifestyle even when under the influence, and yet we never lose our prominence or influence.


Now that we made it, my adversaries is player hatin'
Now that we have achieved success, those who oppose us are envious and jealous of our accomplishments.


Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
I obtained a luxurious Mercedes-Benz to prove wrong those who believed I would not succeed or continue my career.


Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
I acquired a convertible Jaguar to impress and attract women who were previously uninterested or skeptical of me.


Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
When I go to a club, I always bring my crew and find solace in smoking marijuana discreetly.


I waitin' for niggas to trip 'cause, bitch, I love to scrap
I eagerly anticipate confrontations or altercations with other individuals because I derive pleasure and fulfillment from physical altercations.


Mama raised me as a thug nigga, where love, niggas?
My mother raised me to be a tough and rebellious individual, but where is the love and support from those around me?


I'm a millionaire, started as a drug dealer
I have amassed a significant amount of wealth and now enjoy a luxurious lifestyle, even though my beginnings were rooted in illegal activities.


I went from rocks to Zs, writin' raps and movies
I transitioned from selling drugs on the streets to creating music and writing scripts for films and television.


I went from trustin' these tricks
I used to have faith and rely on these deceitful women.


Now they all wanna sue me, so fuck 'em all
Now that I am successful, these same women want to take legal action against me. I have no regard or sympathy for their actions.


Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak?
Can you imagine the height of my criminal reputation, when I was at the pinnacle of my illegal activities?


Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
Even individuals who are known for being tough and fearless can meet a gruesome end, as they can be killed unexpectedly.


I'm addicted to these streets, like crack is to these creeps
I have a deep attachment and reliance on the dangerous lifestyle of the streets, just as crack addicts depend on their drug of choice.


Seein' visions of a prison, wake up screamin' in my sleep
I frequently have nightmares and vividly imagine being incarcerated, causing me to wake up in fear and distress.


Is there a heaven in this hell? A possibility of livin' well?
Amidst all the chaos and suffering, is it possible to find happiness and contentment, to escape this metaphorical hell and reach a state of peace?


But if they killin' me, I'll get my stripes and whose to tell
If my enemies succeed in ending my life, I will gain a posthumous reputation and my actions will be celebrated and remembered.


Choosin' to sell, I'd rather die and be deceased
Rather than conforming to society's expectations or relinquishing my criminal lifestyle, I would prefer to die and remain in eternal rest.


World mob figure addicted to these fuckin' streets
I am recognized as a prominent figure in the criminal underworld, and I am unable to break free from the allure and addiction of street life.


Now put your muthafuckin' hands up if you's a rider (ride)
If you are truly devoted and committed to our cause, then display your loyalty and raise your hands in support.


Niggas ain't killers so they hidin' (why?)
Most individuals who claim to be tough and fearless are actually hiding and cowering in fear because they lack the true nature of a killer.


Fuck 'em all, touch 'em all, that's the way that we do it
We disregard and confront every single one of our enemies. That's our modus operandi and the way we operate.


Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
We ride to confront our adversaries, swiftly exit the vehicle, and witness the cowardice and fear that overcomes them.


Man, I'm as cold as this game, y'all be knowin' my name
I am as ruthless and detached from emotions as the unforgiving streets. People are well aware of who I am and the reputation I hold.


A young, high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
I am a young and aggressive individual who has become a tough and rebellious figure due to the hardships and suffering I have endured.


Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
I live a fast-paced and reckless lifestyle, and I have little concern for the consequences of my actions or the lingering effects of my past.


Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so fuck 'em all
I am solely focused on accumulating wealth and finding my next sexual conquest, so I have no time or energy to care about those who oppose me.


I got Glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
I keep bags filled with the remains of my enemies, ensuring that they are brutally disfigured as a warning to others who may consider challenging me.


Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know it's me
I drench my victims' bodies in Hennessy, a cognac, so that their loved ones can identify them and feel the weight of my actions.


You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick 'em and holla
You can be certain that I will deceive and manipulate my enemies before overpowering and tormenting them.


Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy Impalas
I enjoy having sexual relationships with women, treating them as mere objects to be used and discarded, just as one would drive and manipulate a heavy and powerful car.


Jump up and get your ass shot up
If anyone dares to provoke me or make a sudden move, I will respond with swift and deadly force, shooting them repeatedly.


For my profit, pick my Glock up
I wield my gun for personal gain, ready to use it whenever necessary to protect myself and ensure my financial success.


I'm bustin' with such efficiency
My shooting and killing techniques are swift and precise, allowing me to eliminate my enemies with ease and proficiency.


Poppin' nobody got 'em, holla
I shoot and kill individuals without any consequences or witnesses, leaving no one to testify against me.


Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
We, as members of the Outlaw group, accelerate and move forward fearlessly, defying societal norms and embracing our rebellious nature.


Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
We quickly leave the crime scene after completing our illegal activities, counting our ill-gotten gains and concealing any evidence or weapons.


Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Law enforcement agencies, including police officers, SWAT teams, and helicopters, are now on our trail and attempting to apprehend us.


Them crackers is crazy, why? 'Cause they'll never stop us
The police officers and law enforcement officials are determined and relentless in their pursuit of us because they cannot accept or tolerate our defiance.


I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie
I observed Arnold Schwarzenegger, known for his iconic action roles, overpower and defeat an opponent in a film.


Now I wanna do it too, ooh, ooh
Now, I am inspired and motivated to emulate the violent and powerful scenes I witnessed on screen.


Niggas is too through, true to the game
Others are exhausted and finished, giving up on their authenticity and loyalty to the criminal lifestyle.


I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I'm
I proudly associate myself with the Outlaw riders, and I am unbothered by the attempts of others to discredit or subdue us.


'Cause Young Noble behind it
Young Noble, a member of the Outlawz, is the driving force and motivator behind our actions and defiance.


Can you picture me stickin' niggas for they watch and chain?
Can you imagine me robbing and assaulting individuals to steal their expensive watches and jewelry?


Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game
Sit back and relax, young individual, and observe how I execute my criminal activities.


Get your mob rocked and what-not
Prepare to be overwhelmed and shocked by the level of violence and destruction instigated by my group.


We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
We maintain a constant state of chaos and high activity, just like a location where illegal drugs are bought and sold.


The streets know what's hot, trust me
The streets have a deep understanding of what is currently in demand or popular, and they can confirm that I am the epitome of what is hot and influential.


Even my hood call me Baby Malcolm X
Even those from my neighborhood compare me to Malcolm X, recognizing my radical and rebellious nature.


With the TEC's, shower some slugs on 'em
Armed with TEC-9 handguns, I rain down a flurry of bullets on my enemies.


I've got a brother, don't rest and he keeps some drugs on him
I have a reliable and trustworthy companion who is always on guard and carries illegal drugs with him for our mutual benefit.


Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
We are constantly in a state of working hard and hustling to secure our basic necessities, particularly food.


Ever seen Faces of Death? That's what my 9 do
Have you ever witnessed the horrific and deadly scenes depicted in the Faces of Death series? My 9mm handgun can inflict similar devastation.


I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
I am constantly focused on accumulating wealth and ensuring its protection, which consumes my thoughts and motivates my actions.


With my back against the wall, like I'm runnin' outta time
I always find myself facing difficult circumstances and feeling pressured, as if I am running out of time to achieve my goals.


Even rap with a gat, I must be goin' out my mind
I express my thoughts and emotions through music, often incorporating references to firearms, which may indicate that I am losing touch with reality.


Like I'm up against the world, this guerilla team of mine
Just like a guerrilla soldier engaged in warfare, I feel as though I am constantly battling against the world, alongside my loyal and fearless comrades.


Screamin', 'Thug Life, bitch, fuck 'em all' and die for 'em
I proudly declare my allegiance to the Thug Life mentality, expressing my readiness to go to extreme lengths, even sacrificing my life, for it.


Even if the last nigga left I'ma ride for 'em
Even if I am the last remaining individual representing the Thug Life lifestyle, I will continue to embody and fight for its principles.


Feel me? Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Do you understand my perspective? I will continue living this way until my enemies succeed in taking my life.


'Fuck 'em all, let them die' that's my slogan, fuck 'em all
'Disregard and let all of my adversaries perish' represents my personal motto and philosophy. I have no regard for their lives or their well-being.


(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Once again, I assert with confidence and conviction that I have no respect or acceptance for anyone who opposes me.


Come put your hands up in the air
I am commanding or inviting individuals to raise their hands in a display of support or allegiance.


It's a middle finger affair, yeah
This is a situation or environment where individuals proudly and defiantly raise their middle fingers in a gesture of contempt and rebellion.


(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Once again, I affirm that I have no regard or respect for those who oppose me.


I do my dirt all by my lonely
I engage in criminal activities and carry out my illegal deeds completely and independently, without assistance or reliance on others.


Don't need no phony homie to call me
I do not require the presence or support of fake friends or associates who only pretend to be loyal to me.


(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Once again, I emphasize my complete disregard and lack of respect for anyone who opposes me.


That go for each and everyone of you homies
My sentiments apply to every single one of my supposed friends or associates.


So don't get comfortable, I'm warnin' you
Do not become accustomed or complacent in your relationship with me. I am cautioning you about my true nature and intentions.


(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Again, I assert my complete disregard and disrespect for those who challenge or oppose me.


Nigga, we Outlaw riders
We are members of the Outlawz, a group characterized by our rebellious and defiant nature.


Don't give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin'
We do not concern ourselves with whether or not others approve of us. We are committed to living as thugs and rebels.


(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Once again, I firmly assert my lack of respect for anyone who opposes me.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Johnny Lee Jackson, Malcolm Greenidge, Katari T. Cox, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Yafeu Fula, Tupac Amaru Shakur

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Art Of War

Just got up and screamed "FUCK THE WORLD"

Alain Beranger

You can't be more right bro

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David Torresani

This is how I'm feeling. So I came to Pac. He spoke on everything I've felt in my life. From good, happy, pissed,love, fear, lonely, hated, false friends. Thank you Tupac.

Alain Beranger

Just a prophet

Frank Lewiston

He said for us to go to him when the life getting best of us

Bob Burger

Great song to listen to when you feel like the world has just kicked you in the nuts.

MMM_ 20

Right now then?

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