Late Night
2Pac DJ Quik Outlawz Lyrics

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Friend greets 2Pac and gets straight to the point of wanting to hear some mellow music.

Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggas think And help you check a fat-ass bank, So why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how Ha feel me?
Friend explains the type of music he likes to listen to and asks 2Pac to create something that goes with it.

I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Runnin' through the street lights, 'cause we like, yo nigga Get your mobb on show 'em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggas poppin, welcome to our casino, 'cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Lookin' for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo Tongue-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga Touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver I'm game type Love fuckin' bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
2Pac raps about his lifestyle in the late night, boasting about his sexual prowess and drug use while DJ Quik supports him and adds his own flavor to the song.

The club be poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night "Last night last night changed it all" In the late night! "Last night" "I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be" ?
2Pac describes the dangers of living in the city and the risks that come with love and sex, referencing a recent crime reported in the local newspaper.

Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp Ain't nothin' like bein' a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowin' that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosin' on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent your town, last night Was poppin' like like cocked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds From booty calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin' If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin' to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday Bringin' the Gunplay for all these beefs and battles When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night
2Pac raps about his gangsta lifestyle and the dangers that come with it, including the possibility of dying in the streets. He also reflects on his ambitions and the struggles of living in a society that targets him.

Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown Niggas in low-lows, pursuin' mo' hoes, then go home The life of a California star, and when you see me In the drop-top Jag', how many niggas wanna be me? Game is automatic, mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell 'Cause when you gettin' some riches, watch for dumb bitches They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissing It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo 'Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated, ride whenever needed For my niggas up in Clentin gettin' weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin' Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night It's in the late night! Holla at me in the late night!
2Pac ends the song reaffirming his gangsta lifestyle and the constant need to stay alert as a black man in America. He reflects on his path to riches and the dangers of being framed for a crime by the wrong woman. The song concludes with a tribute to his friends who live the same lifestyle as him.