Psycho
50 Cent & Eminem Lyrics


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I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Yeah, look, look, I come from a different crew
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest
I'll make a mess
The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher
'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven
The system I done been through it, there's nothing new there to me
They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections
They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection
It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid
In the can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous
But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Killing so villainously
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers

It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
He must ain't know, but now we know how shady the math is
Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn, burn
School of arts, Julliard, you better learn, learn

Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn, turn
I'm debating mutilating the lady
You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub

When I'm through with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up
A hard rock, I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Look deep in my eye, see many, many men die
I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)




I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Overall Meaning

The song "Psycho" by 50 Cent featuring Eminem details the violent and twisted thoughts of two individuals who identify themselves as psychopaths. The lyrics describe their willingness to commit acts of violence without remorse, including murder and mutilation. They are unapologetic about their behavior and view it as a necessary response to perceived threats.


The chorus of the song, "I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared," is repeated throughout the track, intensifying the sense of fear and paranoia. This phrase represents the idea that the psychopaths can sense the fear of their victims and enjoy the feeling of control it gives them. The lyrics also suggest that the psychopaths view themselves as superior to others and enjoy the power they gain from instilling fear in those around them.


Overall, the song portrays a disturbing and unsettling image of the minds of psychopaths, and serves as a warning about the dangerous consequences of unchecked violence and aggression.


Line by Line Meaning

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I can sense your fear and anxiety by listening to your heartbeat


You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I am mentally disturbed, obsessed, and unstable


I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
I have a weapon ready, and I'm willing to take your life if provoked


They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
There are individuals who desire to witness my demise, imprisonment, and confinement


I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
I will return with increased power, resilience, and intense anger


Look look, I've come from a different crew
Pay attention, I originate from a distinct group of people


You fuck with me, I'll get to you
If you provoke or mess with me, I will retaliate


A clip or two, I'll put through you
I will shoot multiple bullets at you


'Cause I ain't got shit to do
Because I have nothing better to occupy my time with


Pistol poppin', a pussy drop
Frequently firing handguns and causing terror


Drama never ever stop
Conflict and chaos consistently persist


Eenie meenie miney moe
Choosing randomly without careful consideration


Now tre pound or 44
Deciding between a type of handgun (a 38 caliber or a 44 caliber)


Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
Choose a firearm, either a Tec-9 or a Mac-10


The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I will betray you or harm you covertly


I'll blow your brains, I know your name
I will shoot you in the head, and I am aware of your identity


And where you rest, I'll make a mess
I will cause chaos and destruction where you reside


The hollow tips hit ya chest
Bullets with hollow points will strike your chest


Call for blood to E-M-S
Summon the emergency medical services for bloodshed


Come pick you up
They will arrive to transport your injured body


You know you fucked when
You are in a dire situation when


You get on a stretcher
You are placed on a stretcher due to your injuries


'Cause I'll come in to ICU
Because I will enter the intensive care unit


To see you off to heaven
To witness your departure to the afterlife


The system I done been through it
I have experienced and endured the system (justice system, prison system)


There's nothing new to me
There is no novelty or surprise in my experiences


They locked me up they let me out
They imprisoned me, then released me


You seen this in the movies
You have witnessed similar events in movies


The criminals be criminals
Criminals continue to behave as criminals


Why they up in corrections
Why are they incarcerated in correctional facilities


They come home, get a 9
Upon their release, they acquire a 9mm handgun


Nigga commit trying perfection
Individuals attempt to commit crimes flawlessly


It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
It becomes a murder case when the gun is discovered, and ballistic tests are conducted


But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
However, they are unable to find any fingerprints, which is working out positively for the perpetrator


Get so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
Approach your intended victim closely to minimize the chances of failure


Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden
These lyrics are ordinary, but I have a collection of more brutal and intense ones that I keep concealed


The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
I possess an unlimited amount of punishment or aggression, which is associated with Shady/Aftermath Records


You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
If you dare provoke me, it will result in an extreme and painful reaction


Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
I would bludgeon Octomom to death using a Cabbage Patch Kid doll


Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Assaulting a woman's genitals, yeah, there's excitement and value in engaging in such violent acts


Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac-10s'
Violently impregnating someone and then terminating the pregnancy by shooting the embryo with rapid-fire Mac-10 guns


Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Having multiple pregnancies simultaneously, including two sets of twins born consecutively


Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
Lifeless unborn babies dropping everywhere, signifying the return of Jack the Ripper


The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous
Jack the Ripper is present and ready to harm, as I can sense your fearful state


But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
I have not even begun to reveal the extent of my sadistic nature, similar to how I barely harmed my previous girlfriends


That I buried in my fucking backyard still trying to dig their way out
The girlfriends I killed and buried in my backyard are still attempting to escape their graves


I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
I am easily agitated and ready for aggressive action, how long do you want to stay outside?


It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Once it becomes dark, and you are out past your designated time, I will actively search for you in the park


Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
Eminem has killed yet another inexperienced victim, successfully accomplishing his intended goal


He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
He achieved his target number of kills for the month, and they discovered Dakota's lifeless body wrapped


Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Dakota's corpse was placed inside a bag, and it is likely that the body was moved by dragging it for a short distance


Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
He vanished completely, leaving no traces of DNA evidence


'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
Because Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, and I will always elude capture by law enforcement


CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
The Crime Scene Investigation team despises us, but they must acknowledge our skills and accomplishments


The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
When a conflict arises, retrieve the large knife positioned on the kitchen countertops


I'm as ill as can be
I am extremely sick and twisted


My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
My music attracts serial killers in the same way a pill provides pleasure to me


Killing so villainously
Executing murders with great depravity and wickedness


Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even while under the influence of NyQuil, I remain deranged and mentally unstable like Michael Myers


You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
You are aware of our intense and aggressive rap style, so do not test our capabilities


And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
If you cross us, you will experience the sadistic and torturous acts we can perform with pliers


It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
It is time to execute our plan, as they have immobilized him and connected various wires to his body


Squeezing, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead
By applying pressure, he is bleeding, struggling to breathe, and is nearly deceased


He must ain't know, but now he know how Shady the Math is
He likely did not realize the extent of Shady and Mathers' viciousness until now


Even murderous tactics get better with practice
The more one engages in killing, the more skilled and proficient they become with their strategies


Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn
Experience a barrage of bullets, the smell of gunpowder, and the sensation of sharp claws burning your flesh


School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn
Consider this a lesson from a prestigious institution, Julliard, where you must acquire knowledge and skills


Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn
Even Chris Reeve in his grave would be astonished, my friend, so turn away


I'm debating mutilating the lady
I am contemplating brutally disfiguring the woman


You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
You have eagerly anticipated the collaboration of Eminem and 50 Cent, and there is no imitation or replication of it, baby


There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
There is an infant inside the dryer, and a dismembered body in the washing machine


I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
I suspect that the remains could belong to Portia, whom I disposed of


Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her, I lost her
I discarded her arms and legs in the trash because I misplaced the rest of her body


Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
Her head is disposed of in the garbage disposal next to Jessica's, I pressed it down and destroyed it


I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub
I subjected her to the wringer and suspended her above the wash tub


When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
Once I am done with Ricky, he will vomit blood as a result


The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
I will weaken the tough individual, entangle him, and ultimately eliminate him


In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Whether in Detroit or Norfolk, observing these events will make you feel sick and queasy


Look deep in my eye, see many many men die
Gaze into my eyes and witness the numerous deaths of men I have caused


I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I throw shurikens (throwing stars) more swiftly than a skilled Samurai warrior


You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I am mentally disturbed, obsessed, and unstable


I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
I have a weapon ready, and I'm willing to take your life if provoked


They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
There are individuals who desire to witness my demise, imprisonment, and confinement


I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
I will return with increased power, resilience, and intense anger




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Dawaun Parker, Mark Batson, Marshall B III Mathers, Trevor Anthony Lawrence, Curtis Jackson

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Bhekisa Shongwe

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Look look, I've come from a different crew
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll put through you
'Cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol poppin', a pussy drop
Drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe
Now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you rest, I'll make a mess
The hollow tips hit ya chest
Call for blood to E-M-S
Come pick you up
You know you fucked when
You get on a stretcher
'Cause I'll come in to ICU
To see you off to heaven
The system I done been through it
There's nothing new to me
They locked me up they let me out
You seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals
Why they up in corrections
They come home, get a 9
Nigga commit trying perfection
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
Get so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac-10s'
Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous
But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fucking backyard still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
I'm as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Killing so villainously
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Squeezing, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead
He must ain't know, but now he know how Shady the Math is
Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn
School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn
I'm debating mutilating the lady
You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her, I lost her
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Look deep in my eye, see many many men die
I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry



All comments from YouTube:

Hoyt_Arms

The way him and 50 came in and out of flow together and didn't skip a BEAT. one of the best songs ever

AshleyBidensDiary

Yea like Fast Lane with Royce. They did it really well too

Darth Troller

I love how Shady and 50 always flow very well on the same song

Michael Daniel

cause shady writes it...50 ain't had song that wasn't for strippers for years

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Sean Moran

one of the best rap songs of all time

kolbyhoward

2020 gang!! 50's flow is immaculate that was so unexpected when I first heard it sheesh. Em was at home in this beat I've never heard him lay on a track so smooth. He owned his flow. I was most impressed how 50 kept up with the horrorcore elements in his own way. After revisiting this is definitely a classic Fif ans Em collab πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

The SaintsSeven

Yes sir the hooks are Also lit as fuck , gives some Motivation too

BOLI BAK50

You damn right bro, 50 a versatile vet

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Zodiac909

Track is CRIMINALLY under-rated.

Frederick Barbarossa

This song has aged like fine wine from the holy grail. Probably one of Dre's most underrated produced tracks. BEAT is πŸ”₯

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