Hit 'Em Up
2 Pac Lyrics


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Yeah
Ayo
I think y'all gonna like this next song
When this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up
Y'all about to go crazy
They try to ban this song
They don't wanna play my song
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day

(What) Come on, come on (take money)
Come on, come on (take money)
Come on, come on (take money)
What's up niggas

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em' up

(Take money)
Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)
West Coast, what's up? (take money)
What's up

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Oh
Call the cops, when you see Tupac
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You's a, beat biter
A Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
nigga, better be known
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up

Oh oh
Hah
yeah

We hit 'em up
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Come on with the next shit
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em' up

That's right
Go




Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Hit 'Em Up" by 2Pac/Outlawz are filled with aggression, disrespect, and animosity towards the East Coast rap scene, particularly Bad Boy Records and The Notorious B.I.G. The song begins with 2Pac urging the West Coast fans to show their love and then calling out the East Coast rappers, making it clear that he has no intention of backing down. He calls out Bad Boy by name and boasts about having relations with Biggie's wife. 2Pac then continues rapping about seeking revenge against those who tried to harm him and his friends, threatening to gun them down and take their money.


The verse also disses Lil' Ceaser and Lil' Kim, stating that they are no match for the West Coast's bad boys. The song ends with Outlawz members EDI Mean and Hussein Fatal delivering their verbal attacks on East Coast rappers.


Overall, "Hit 'Em Up" is a vicious attack on the East Coast rap scene and one of the most legendary diss tracks in hip hop history.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah
Expressing excitement and anticipation for the upcoming song


Ayo
Attention-getting call before introducing the song


I think y'all gonna like this next song
Confidently suggesting that the listeners will enjoy the upcoming song


When this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up
Requesting for the West coast audience to show their support and appreciation for the song


Y'all about to go crazy
Anticipating a strong positive reaction from the listeners


They try to ban this song
Acknowledging that there may be attempts to prevent the song from being played or appreciated


They don't wanna play my song
Expressing frustration and dissatisfaction with the lack of radio airplay for the song


But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
Critiquing the preference for songs by Fat Boy, implying bias and unfairness in the music industry


First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Showing disrespect and disdain for the listeners' associations and relationships


Westside when we ride come equipped with game
Asserting superiority and readiness on the West coast, emphasizing their skills and knowledge


You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Exposing hypocrisy by revealing the singer's sexual encounter with the target's spouse


We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Threatening and degrading Bad Boy artists, implying permanent damage


Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Calling out Puffy for his attempts to provoke the singer, confidently stating his ability to retaliate


Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
Insulting and belittling Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A., branding them as insignificant and lacking authenticity


We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Continuing to threaten and attack the target, aiming for their wealth and possessions


Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Persistently engaging in gunfire and aggression towards the enemies, asserting familiar patterns of conflict


Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Challenging Lil' Ceaser to consult with his allies about the artist's ability to harm and defeat them


Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Threatening violence and physical harm, suggesting a gruesome demise


Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Warning Lil' Kim not to engage with genuine gangsters, highlighting their superior status


Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Expressing a lack of interest in peace and demonstrating a willingness to harm Lil' Kim in the streets


I let them niggaz know it's on for life
Asserting a long-lasting feud and intense animosity towards the enemies


So let the Westside ride tonight
Encouraging the Westside to demonstrate their power and presence in the upcoming night


Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Declaring a symbolic victory against Bad Boy, suggesting their defeat in the music industry


Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Warning anyone who provokes the artist will face severe consequences, emphasizing the certainty of their fate


Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Instructing listeners to prepare their guns when encountering Tupac, possibly anticipating retaliation


Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Mockingly suggesting that even the police will be unable to handle the chaos and aggression associated with Tupac


Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Reflecting on a previous attempt to harm the singer, criticizing the attackers for their failure to succeed


Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Warning the enemies of the artist's impending vengeance and danger they will face


Nigga, we hit em' up
Confirming the hostile and aggressive intentions towards the enemies


Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)
Affirming loyalty and dedication to the Outlaw group, suggesting they are ready for action


West Coast, what's up? (take money)
Celebrating the West Coast and seeking acknowledgment and support from the region


What's up
A general greeting or inquiry, possibly indicating readiness for conflict


Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Insisting that others move aside and clear the path


Biggie Smalls just got shot
Announcing that Biggie Smalls, their rival, has been shot


Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Requesting a firearm and expressing the desire to attack Biggie Smalls from behind


Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Referring to Biggie Smalls as Frank White and suggesting the need for punishment for his deceitful actions


Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Diminishing the significance of the enemies, characterizing them as inexperienced and insignificant in comparison


Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Promising to use deadly firearms to harm the enemies while asserting their superiority


Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Threatening to disrespect and overpower the enemies' entire style and approach


Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Warning the enemies to protect their status and position, predicting their defeat and humiliation


Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
Insulting Puffy's strength and resilience, suggesting that the artist can easily overpower him


And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
Claiming domination over Junior M.A.F.I.A. and taunting the enemies by threatening their associates


With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Asserting preparedness and concealment of a firearm within clothing


Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
Dismissing the enemies' influence and pointing out their jealousy, boasting about continuous access to illegal substances for attacking them


Oh
Expressing surprise, disbelief, or satisfaction


Call the cops, when you see Tupac
Reiterating the call for police assistance when encountering Tupac, highlighting his potential danger


Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Repeating the observation that the attackers failed to eliminate the singer


Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Restating the impending danger and punishment awaiting the enemies


Nigga, I hit em' up
Emphasizing the singer's successful attack and harm inflicted upon the enemies


Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
Inviting the audience to observe and appreciate the authenticity and rawness of the singer's actions, emphasizing the presence of deadly weapons associated with prison life


This ain't no freestyle battle
Clarifying that the upcoming conflict and aggression is not a spontaneous or improvised battle


All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
Threatening and predicting the demise of the enemies who talk excessively and arrogantly


Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Rejecting the enemies' attempts to gain advantage or benefit from the artist, highlighting their delusional and unrealistic aspirations


Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
Comparing the enemies' drug-induced confidence to a hallucinogenic high, implying their inflated sense of capability


But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Warning the enemies that their overconfidence and arrogance will lead to their downfall and justify their death


Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
Mocking the enemies' claims of wealth and success, seeing it as absurd and amusing to the artist


All you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
Disparaging the enemies for their poor living conditions and questioning their decision to challenge the artist


I'm a self made millionaire
Boasting about personal financial success and independence


Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Stating a defiant and rebellious lifestyle, with weaponry and aggression as prominent features


Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Recalling a time when the artist showed kindness and generosity towards Biggie by providing him a place to sleep


And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
Mocking Biggie's supposed reliance on others, particularly women, for shelter


Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Accusing Biggie of imitating the singer's fashion choices and overall image


Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Asserting resilience and fearlessness in the face of attempted harm, indicating previous gunshot wounds that failed to defeat the singer


Now I'm bout to set the record straight
Expressing a desire to clarify and rectify the negative perception or false narratives surrounding the artist


With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Reaffirming dominance, identifying as a disliked but respected figure within the thug genre


Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
Reiterating the successful attack and harm inflicted upon the enemies


I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Identifying the singer's hometown as New Jersey


Where plenty of murders occurs
Acknowledging the high occurrence of violent crimes and homicides in New Jersey


No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Rejecting a peaceful and harmonious existence, emphasizing the artist's inclination towards causing conflict and chaos


Now go check the scenario
Challenging the enemies to evaluate and assess the current situation and circumstances


Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Promising to expose and humiliate Little Ceas' and his associates for their lack of authenticity and credibility


Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Suggesting that Little Ceas' and others will resort to making excuses and begging for mercy in a desperate manner


Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Questioning Little Kim's substance use and mental state, implying it impairs her judgment


Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
Threatening to harm Little Kim's associates, referring to them as insignificant and expendable


What the fuck, is you stupid?
Expressing disbelief and frustration at Little Kim's perceived foolishness or lack of intelligence


I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
Asserting dominance and success by swiftly navigating through Brooklyn, causing destruction and financial losses


With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
Describing the artist's group engaging in theft, violence, and disruption in the enemies' neighborhood


With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Stating the possession of a firearm with fifteen rounds, threatening to harm the enemies' head


Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
Highlighting the progress and advancement of the singer's Outlaw MAFIA group, indicating a rise in power and influence


And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
Claiming the defeat and eradication of the enemies' popular and influential figures within the music industry


And all your fake ass East coast props
Dismissing and criticizing the enemies' falsely perceived reputation and support on the East Coast


Brainstormed and locked
Revealing a well-planned and secure attack against the enemies, implying their inability to counter or escape it


You's a, beat biter
Accusing the enemies of plagiarizing or copying beats or musical styles from others


A Pac style taker
Claiming that the enemies emulate and steal the artist's unique style and approach


I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Confronting the enemies and asserting that they are without value, merely pretending to be something they are not


Softer than Alize with a chaser
Mocking the enemies for their lack of toughness, comparing them to a weak alcoholic beverage with a mild flavor


About to get murdered for the paper
Threatening harm and violence towards the enemies driven by their pursuit of financial gain


E.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper
Referring to E.d.i Amin's entrance into a situation involving criminal activities or a plan


Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Describing E.d.i Amin's arrival as confident and menacing, implying a physical attack or restriction on Little Ceas'


Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Asserting their readiness and armed with guns, emphasizing that they should not be underestimated


nigga, better be known
Warning and reminding others of the singer's reputation and notoriety


We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
Announcing their bold and unequivocal approach, with visible firearms and a threatening atmosphere


No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
Rejecting any hope or optimism for the enemies, asserting their inevitable defeat in the confrontation


I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Claiming to have already won the conflict and asserting control over the situation once the aggression and tension escalate


Nigga, I hit em up
Confirming the singer's successful attack and harm inflicted upon the enemies


We hit 'em up
Affirming the collective action and aggression towards the enemies


Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Reiterating the need to arm oneself when encountering Tupac, implying the potential danger he represents


Come on with the next shit
Encouraging the listener to continue engaging with the narrative and anticipating what comes next


Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Questioning the attackers for their failure to kill the singer despite shooting him


Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Repeating the warning and impending danger the enemies are about to experience


Nigga, we hit em' up
Confirming the artist's successful attack and harm inflicted upon the enemies


That's right
Affirming a point or statement just made, indicating agreement or correctness


Go
Directing or urging someone to proceed or take action


Yo
An informal greeting or attention-getting call


Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Urging the listeners to maintain authenticity and honesty in their actions and interactions




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Dennis Lambert, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Johnny Lee Jackson, Malcolm Greenidge, Bruce Washington, Frannie Golde, Duane S. Hitchings

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@LivingwithBella

The CIA, Diddy, Suge Knight and some members of outlaws was involved in the death of Tupac and Biggie Smalls, they made them disappear because they were becoming much bigger than just ordinary rappers, Tupac was revolutionary and if Biggie became revolutionary it would have changed the course of black lives in America, Yaki Kadafi saw the shooter and was going to expose them on television in front of the world, he was depressed and knew all the bigger parties involved so on that day he went to see his girlfriend at her apartment, members of the outlaws send the teenager ( The Cousin )
to pull the trigger and kill Yaki Kadafi, after that Outlaws disappeared and one went to Saudi Arabia became muslim, Anderson must have been too hurt to open fire, i don’t think it was Keffee D, he’s just milking it, sometimes your killers are those close to you, everyone was jealous of Tupac

1) They held a secret meeting
2) Only helicopters can move that fast in a busy Vegas streets ( The CIA )
3) Removing Office Poole from the Investigation
4) Yaki Kadafi went into a hideout
5) How come Outlaws didn’t kill Orlando Anderson, if you come at my mentor, my brother or friend, rest be assured im coming back right at you, all they did was do interview’s talk their shit thats it

I can list a thousand other reasons why i think my investigation is right and makes sense



@LivingwithBella

The CIA, Diddy, Suge Knight and some members of outlaws was involved in the death of Tupac and Biggie Smalls, they made them disappear because they were becoming much bigger than just ordinary rappers, Tupac was revolutionary and if Biggie became revolutionary it would have changed the course of black lives in America, Yaki Kadafi saw the shooter and was going to expose them on television in front of the world, he was depressed and knew all the bigger parties involved so on that day he went to see his girlfriend at her apartment, members of the outlaws send the teenager ( The Cousin )
to pull the trigger and kill Yaki Kadafi, after that Outlaws disappeared and one went to Saudi Arabia became muslim, Anderson must have been too hurt to open fire, i don’t think it was Keffee D, he’s just milking it, sometimes your killers are those close to you, everyone was jealous of Tupac

1) They held a secret meeting
2) Only helicopters can move that fast in a busy Vegas streets ( The CIA )
3) Removing Office Poole from the Investigation
4) Yaki Kadafi went into a hideout
5) How come Outlaws didn’t kill Orlando Anderson, if you come at my mentor, my brother or friend, rest be assured im coming back right at you, all they did was do interview’s talk their shit thats it

I can list a thousand other reasons why i think my investigation is right and makes sense



@mantisw3182

Čuj, kako to izgledaš?
Sa čime si se to namazao?
Što se tiče ovoga (pjesme),
ne bi puno. Nije to ni pjesma
ni revanje, ni kreveljenje, to je
jednostavno ništa ~ (nula - 0),
iz jednostavno razloga ~ pjesma u kojoj
se nekoliko puta čuje "mother fucker",
nije za javnost, već za zatvor dugogodišnji.
Da je imamo malo mozga, ne bi ga upucali
i danas bi bio živ, dakle ~ sam si je kriv!!
A ti, ostavi se ovakvih pjesama i sličnih
gluposti, primi se poštenog posla i od
svog života napravi nešto na ponos svojoj djeci.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Google translation, probably bad :-(

Listen, what do you look like?
What did you smear it with?
As for this (song), not much.
It's not even a song no roaring,
no whining, that is simply nothing ~ (zero - 0),

for simple reasons ~ a song in which
"mother fucker" is heard several times,
not for the public, but for years of imprisonment.
If we had a little brain, we wouldn't shoot him
he would still be alive today, so ~ it's his fault !!
And you, leave songs like this and the like
nonsense, get an honest job and from
make something of your life proud of your children.



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@user-mr2cg9yb4g

genie: you have 3 wishes
me: bring back tupac
genie: you still got 3 more wishes, that one is on me

@duckonquack5723

Dela Fozzer underrated comment

@user-kv6dz2ez1u

Damn, this comment needs more likes

@chunkymilk1565

@@user-kv6dz2ez1u it's only been 2 days.

@NNN-vc2ru

Thought you were going somewhere different with this-- the conspiracy that he is still alive.

@zomo7121

@@NNN-vc2ru same

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@DaemonTargaryen13

Diddy finally going down 😂😂😂😂 long live 2pac 💪💪

@TupacFan

About time!!

@torkemon

@Tyler.M819 cringe

@LivingwithBella

The CIA, Diddy, Suge Knight and some members of outlaws was involved in the death of Tupac and Biggie Smalls, they made them disappear because they were becoming much bigger than just ordinary rappers, Tupac was revolutionary and if Biggie became revolutionary it would have changed the course of black lives in America, Yaki Kadafi saw the shooter and was going to expose them on television in front of the world, he was depressed and knew all the bigger parties involved so on that day he went to see his girlfriend at her apartment, members of the outlaws send the teenager ( The Cousin )
to pull the trigger and kill Yaki Kadafi, after that Outlaws disappeared and one went to Saudi Arabia became muslim, Anderson must have been too hurt to open fire, i don’t think it was Keffee D, he’s just milking it, sometimes your killers are those close to you, everyone was jealous of Tupac

1) They held a secret meeting
2) Only helicopters can move that fast in a busy Vegas streets ( The CIA )
3) Removing Office Poole from the Investigation
4) Yaki Kadafi went into a hideout
5) How come Outlaws didn’t kill Orlando Anderson, if you come at my mentor, my brother or friend, rest be assured im coming back right at you, all they did was do interview’s talk their shit thats it

I can list a thousand other reasons why i think my investigation is right and makes sense

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