Late Night
2Pac ft. Jazze Pha Lyrics


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Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
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 s***
Some of that s*** that make b****es drink
Make n****s think
And help you check a fat-a** bank,
So why don't you kick some of that s***, n**** only you know how
Ha feel me?

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 b****, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights, 'cause we like, yo n****
Get your mobb on show 'em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
N****s poppin, welcome to our casino, 'cause you and me know
Hundred percent like a c-note
Lookin' for a b**** 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 n****
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love f***in' b****es in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
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 f*** 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 f***, where you gon' be"
?
In the late night!

"Last night last night changed it all"
In the late night!
"Last night"
"I don't give a f***, where you gon' be"
?
In the late night!

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 c***ed 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, n****s 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

"Last night last night changed it all"
"Last night"
"I don't give a f***, where you gon' be"
?
"Last night last night changed it all"
"Last night"
"I don't give a f***, where you gon' be"
?

Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown
N****s 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 n****s 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 b****es
They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissing
It's a mean world n**** 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 n****s up in Clentin gettin' weeded
Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you motherf***ers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night

"Last night last night changed it all"
It's in the late night!
"Last night"
"I don't give a f***, where you gon' be"
?

In the late night!

"Last night last night changed it all"
Holla at me in the late night!
"Last night"




"I don't give a f***, where you gon' be"
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Overall Meaning

In "Late Night", 2Pac is challenged by his friend to make some mellow music that is perfect for kicking back and smoking a beadie - a request that 2Pac takes seriously. The song is an intimate and honest insight into street life, the dangers of being a thug, and the struggles of being a star. 2Pac discusses his experiences of running through the streets, dodging crooked cops, and avoiding society's attempts to bring him down.


The rapper also talks about relationships, emphasizing his preference for short-term hookups over long-term commitments. He mentions his search for a girl who is half-black and half-Filipino and boasts that his words are like aphrodisiacs if said correctly. The song takes a somber turn as 2Pac discusses the daily violence and risks associated with being a California star. He concludes by suggesting that the only way to survive the late night is to have your wits about you and to be ready to defend yourself.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
First line of the song, introduction between two friends


Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
The first friend tells 2Pac he's been listening to his album


And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
The first friend tells 2Pac he hasn't heard anything mellow yet


Some of that mellow s*** Some of that s*** that make b****es drink Make n****s think And help you check a fat-a** bank,
The first friend asks 2Pac for something mellow, thought-provoking and lucrative


So why don't you kick some of that s***, n**** only you know how Ha feel me?
The friend encourages 2Pac to do what he does best


I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
2Pac describes his current state and the time of day


Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
He's drinking Alize and Cristal to feel better


Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this b****, I let my balls hang
2Pac feels invincible with DJ Quik around


Runnin' through the street lights, 'cause we like, yo n**** Get your mobb on show 'em what a G like
He's running through the streets with his gang, showing off their G status


Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno N****s poppin, welcome to our casino, 'cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note
He describes the city as a casino where people gamble with their lives and speaks about the value of a c-note as equals to his knowledge of the streets


Lookin' for a b**** 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
2Pac is looking for a specific type of woman and describes what he wants to do with her


Don't wanna be your man, I'm your n**** Touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
He wants to be her friend and describes further what he wants to do with her


I'm game type Love f***in' b****es in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
2Pac is confident in his sexual abilities and the power of his words


The club be poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
He stops at the fast food chain to grab a bite while acknowledging the darkness of his surroundings


The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can f*** on the first night, or try, in the late night
2Pac emphasizes the unpredictability of the city, including its dangers and opportunities


"Last night last night changed it all" In the late night!
He repeats a phrase several times, signaling a significant event that happened in the prior night


"Last night" "I don't give a f***, where you gon' be" ?
He's singing a chorus that includes a conversational exchange with someone about their whereabouts


Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
He talks about his neighborhood and the difficulties he face to earn money


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
He discusses his thug life and the reality of his violent surroundings


Get up to get down, represent your town, last night Was poppin' like like c***ed Glocks with hollow-tip rounds
He encourages people to stand up for their town and mentions a recent violent event


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
He discusses his unpredictable life with women and the possibility of going to jail, but he's determined to live 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
2Pac acknowledges the danger of his surroundings and the hostile society he's living in


I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge Deadly as AIDS, n****s 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
He sees himself as a dangerous animal that's trapped, and he's deadly like a disease. He desires to live the life of a king and his struggles until then


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 expresses his readiness for battles and warns cowards to run for their lives


Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown N****s 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 n****s wanna be me?
He talks about the excesses of fame, money, and violence and questions how many people admire him


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 b****es They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissing
He talks about the realities of his game, including the risks, and the dangers of being accused of rape


It's a mean world n**** you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
He describes the world as hostile and advises to be ready for danger. He asks if he will live to see the next 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
2Pac is confident in his ability to move undetected. He's wearing fatigues in case he needs to battle, and he prepares for the worst in his surroundings


I disappear whenever heated, ride whenever needed For my n****s up in Clentin gettin' weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherf***ers buy
He's ready to disappear when things get tough and ride when necessary. He's helping his friends in jail and plans to keep living and selling as long as people continue to buy drugs


My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin' Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night
He talks about his friends driving a bad car yet unafraid of danger and how they punish people who disrespect women in the late night


It's in the late night! Holla at me in the late night!
He repeats a phrase several times, and the song ends




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MICHAEL WILLIAMS, ASHETON HOGAN, TREMAINE NEVERSON, NARADA MICHAEL WALDEN, SAMUEL JEAN, JORDAN HOUSTON, LISA FISCHER, PAUL D BEAUREGARD, RICKY DUNIGAN, LOLA CHANTRELLE MITCHELL, ROBERT EDWARD COOPER, DARNELL CARLTON

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Eldrex31

Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped

I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp

Ain't NUTTIN 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


- Fatal Hussein mad nice on this verse



All comments from YouTube:

@ESMODESTO

One of the most underrated songs Pac ever had

@chinoxl5036

This track?! I Heard one cat comment.
"djay The Under rated! Quick and pac?! Words cannot express this slap that Bang forever πŸ’―πŸ‘‰πŸΏπŸ‘πŸΎ" smh"

@slappyhappy6192

It was posthumous on Suge Knights Chronic 2000 album

@hansroy6410

It’s not his song. Just his verse. And β€œunderrated” doesn’t mean β€œI like this”.

@alanflores2714

FACTS

@AffectionatePhotographs-ff5xd

2pac

@fantasiasalmoni9541

Choked this track is dropped from Spotify. It's supposed to be track 11 on CD 1 and the shit ain't there! I remember crankin' this on day zero when this shit dropped.

@esco1389

With Death Row re-releasing their catalog on Spotify, I went to see if they updated that album and added the song, no luck. Horrible that this song is not on streaming platforms.

@mohammedshahid9312

RIP PAC, KADAFI AND FATAL.

CRAZY ALL THREE ARE GONE.

@juggalofred1533

Agreed

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