Laws relocated to Los Angeles after graduating high school. Laws was spotted by DJ Quik who stuck her on a track with AMG. Russell Simmons liked the track and promptly signed her to Def Jam West.[1] Her debut album Born Gangstaz was released in 1993,[2] and the singles, "Deeper" and "Recipe for a Hoe", hit number one on the Billboard Hot Rap Tracks chart.[3]
Laws' fledgling career took a major blow in 1994 when she interviewed with a reporter from The Wall Street Journal. The reporter thought he revealed that she grew up in an upper middle-class family and attended private school.[4][5] Rumors later stated she was dropped from the label for revealing she was from the middle class.[citation needed] As it turned out, the reporter did not listen to the album before interviewing the artist. Further, Laws had left Detroit after high school to pursue a contract in New York, which brought on a hard survivalist mentality by the time she settled in Los Angeles. Def Jam was well aware of her background when she was signed, and she was never dropped from the label.
In the mid-1990s, she moved to Dallas, Texas, and went on to be a radio DJ. In 2001, she collaborated with Krayzie Bone on his album Thug On Da Line. In 2004, she released a mixtape titled The Six Million Dollar Mixtape produced by Def Jef.[citation needed]
It was revealed in May 2011 that Laws is in need of a kidney due to her suffering from renal disease, a disease which rendered her kidneys useless for processing toxins in her body. Laws reached out to the FaceBook community for a potential donor. A donor is yet to be found.[6]
Ride On 'Em
B.O.S.S. Lyrics
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We say we ride on these bitches real quick
EMG is the new A-Team
Ain't no more fucking Gain Greene
Free shows, cheap clothes (uh)
Field nigga foreal Spiritual Negro
Hit the button I can open ya best bitch
Sirloin, the 87' we order out
Steak sauce on a porterhouse
Hit a swig, 100 thou in a gig
Running round in the crib
Momma proud of the kids come on
Never got straight A's but made M's
Locked in the State pen but never made friends
Six-seater, quarter million a Bigga feature
Fuck a battle, give a nigga the millimeter (yeah)
I Give a nigga what he need
Love thy neighbor, pray for my enemies
They watch with binoculars say cheese
I ain't tryna be popular say please
I averaged 30 a game eight Re's
Three piece suits up no more state greens (ow)
Clear the scene had to let off a few shots, riding on a nigga like 2 PAC
Christian Louboutin in a new drop, yeah riding on a nigga like 2PAC
I forgot to bring the baby her juice box, riding on a nigga like 2PAC
Three bitches at one time, two shots, riding on a nigga like I'm 2 PAC
Dudes with the power come through and devour
And all they was on was Grand Cru and Sour
Jewels and the outfits up in the hundred thousands
With money that they made from standing in front of housin’
Hand in hand they even off the phone
Fingerprints off the chrome
That off your dome
They just need to know you ain’t with me
In the era of the haze how you move that piff be
When I’m coming down 8th in that new 850
All cocaine white, don’t smell me sniff me
Broker the deal got a boss percentage
I used to sell bricks and live off the interest
Made a lot money but I lost some friendships
Discontinued my cloth is vintage (yeah)
Bags is larger, fuck you thought, B?
Extra wavy, real New Yorkey (what)
Clear the scene had to let off a few shots, riding on a nigga like 2 PAC
Christian Louboutin in a new drop, riding on a nigga like 2PAC
I forgot to bring the baby her juice box, riding on a nigga like 2PAC
Three bitches at one time, 2 shots, riding on a nigga like I'm 2 PAC
Riding on a nigga like I'm 2 PAC, Riding on a nigga like I'm 2 PAC
The song in question is Ride On 'Em, by rapper B.O.S.S. The lyrics are heavily focused on the themes of power, wealth, and success. The opening lines speak of couture, indicating that the singer is wealthy and able to afford high fashion. The line “We say we ride on these bitches real quick” could be interpreted as the singer quickly dominating or overpowering others. The next line, “EMG is the new A-Team / Ain't no more fucking Gain Greene,” suggests that the singer is part of a new team of people with power, replacing their predecessors.
The lyrics continue to describe the singer's wealth and power, as they eat something as disgusting as cockroaches for breakfast and spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on their outfits and jewelry. They also mention locking in the state pen but never making friends, further emphasizing their outsider status. The chorus repeats the idea of riding on someone like 2Pac, comparing the singer's own power to the legendary rapper’s. The closing lines express the singer's pride in their success and status.
Overall, the song is about power and wealth, and the singer's confidence in their ability to dominate others. The lyrics are filled with references to luxury brands, violence, and aggression, all of which contribute to the song's overall tone and message.
Line by Line Meaning
Couture
We're living the high life
We say we ride on these bitches real quick
We dominate over others with ease
EMG is the new A-Team
Our group is unbeatable
Ain't no more fucking Gain Greene
We've surpassed our competition
Free shows, cheap clothes (uh)
We don't need fancy things to prove our worth
Field nigga foreal Spiritual Negro
We're grounded in our roots and spiritual beliefs
Hit the button I can open ya best bitch
We have ultimate control over everything we desire
Eatin’ cockroaches for breakfast
We're resilient and can handle anything
Sirloin, the 87' we order out
We can afford the finest meals
Steak sauce on a porterhouse
We don't care for traditional ways of doing things
Hit a swig, 100 thou in a gig
We roll in style with a lot of money to spend
Running round in the crib
We enjoy our success in a comfortable setting
Momma proud of the kids come on
Our families are proud of our achievements
Never got straight A's but made M's
We didn't need an education to succeed financially
Locked in the State pen but never made friends
Even in prison, we kept to ourselves
Six-seater, quarter million a Bigga feature
We have expensive tastes in cars and entertainment
Fuck a battle, give a nigga the millimeter (yeah)
We'll shoot first before engaging in a competition
I Give a nigga what he need
We're generous with our wealth and power
Love thy neighbor, pray for my enemies
We try to show kindness even to those who wrong us
They watch with binoculars say cheese
Our success attracts attention and envy
I ain't tryna be popular say please
We don't care about being liked or popular
I averaged 30 a game eight Re's
We're successful in everything we do
Three piece suits up no more state greens (ow)
We dress extravagantly and don't want to be associated with the past
Clear the scene had to let off a few shots, riding on a nigga like 2 PAC
We'll fight to defend ourselves and our power
Christian Louboutin in a new drop, yeah riding on a nigga like 2PAC
We're flashy and confident in our status
I forgot to bring the baby her juice box, riding on a nigga like 2PAC
Even small things won't hold us back from asserting our dominance
Three bitches at one time, two shots, riding on a nigga like I'm 2 PAC
We have no problem taking advantage of multiple people at once
Dudes with the power come through and devour
We take control of situations and overpower others
And all they was on was Grand Cru and Sour
We enjoy expensive alcohol and drugs
Jewels and the outfits up in the hundred thousands
We wear extremely expensive jewelry and clothes
With money that they made from standing in front of housin’
We've become wealthy through means that others might look down upon
Hand in hand they even off the phone
We make deals together and are always in sync
Fingerprints off the chrome
We're careful to not leave any evidence behind
That off your dome
We're so good at what we do that we don't need to think
They just need to know you ain’t with me
It's important for others to know we don't associate with certain people
In the era of the haze how you move that piff be
We know how to operate in any situation, even when it's unclear
When I’m coming down 8th in that new 850
We have expensive cars and enjoy showing them off
All cocaine white, don’t smell me sniff me
We're not afraid to indulge in drugs
Broker the deal got a boss percentage
We're skilled at negotiating and make good deals
I used to sell bricks and live off the interest
We've made money from illegal activities in the past
Made a lot money but I lost some friendships
Our wealth has come at a cost to some relationships
Discontinued my cloth is vintage (yeah)
We keep up with the latest trends and styles
Bags is larger, fuck you thought, B?
We have expensive bags and don't care what anyone thinks
Extra wavy, real New Yorkey (what)
We have a special style that reflects our roots in New York
Riding on a nigga like I'm 2 PAC
We're taking control and asserting our dominance over others
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9
Written by: Paul Couture, Charles Wingate
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Kristal Altizer
lookin good as hell.. i always liked u in that green..lol
Kristal Altizer
lookin good as hell.. i always liked u in that green..lol u really lookin bood in that car..