Beanie Sigel's name derives from the street in Philadelphia where he was raised, "Sigel Street," and "Beans" is what people used to call him as a child. Beanie also founded the group and label State Property as well as the clothing company.
Sigel's debut LP, The Truth, was released February 28, 2000 on Roc-A-Fella Records. The album received a gold plaque for hits like "The Truth" and "Remember The Days" featuring Eve. His second album The Reason was released in mid-2001. The Reason was lighter material compared to his debut album and introduced the world to his own rap group State Property. Beanie Sigel helped launch the careers of fellow Philly rappers Freeway, Peedi Crakk and the Young Gunz.
Around 2001, Beanie Sigel and Jadakiss of the Ruff Ryders were involved in a beef that stemmed from Jada claiming rappers from Beans' home city of Philly were simply signed because they were a hot fashion among major labels, which to some extent was true at the time. Sigel took offense to this, and they sent several tracks back and forth. Eventually Styles P. (D-Block} and Jay-Z got involved, and Beans even called out DMX, who never responded.
The beef went on even after Russell Simmons, owner at the time of Def Jam (the label which Roc-A-Fella was under and Ruff Ryders was affiliated with through DMX) made the two declare a brief truce and Jay-Z apologized to Jadakiss and bowed out. Disses finally stopped flying after Sigel released a scathing diss track over Jada's "Put Ya Hands Up" beat, recalling when the LOX wore shiny suits in a Bad Boy video, among other things.
Sigel also was involved in directing his first movie State Property, the popular direct-to-video film produced by Roc-A-Films. The State Property clothing line was also created by Sigel.
The third album The B. Coming was released on March 28, 2005 under Dame Dash Music Group and features production from The Neptunes, Just Blaze, and Bink!, among others, with guest appearances by State Property, Redman, Snoop Dogg and usual suspects Cam'ron and Jay-Z. The album was recorded in the weeks between his sentencing and imprisonment and was released after he was locked up; he was released a few months ago.
While he was in jail, it is said none of the State Property members except for Oschino Vazquez came to visit him. He told Dame to pass the word on that State Property was no longer in effect, until after he was released. When the split between Roc-A-Fella owners occured, Dame made it clear that Beanie's intentions were to move State Property to his new Dame Dash Music Group.
However, all members except for, again, Oschino, chose to go with Jay-Z. When questioned, they claimed they were signed by Jay and never needed State Property or Beanie Sigel to make them popular. When he was released from jail, Beans had a few choice words for his friends, claiming "I still love them like brothers...I just don't know if we can make music again."
It was thought that Beans had chosen to sign with Dame; however, this is unclear, as he was present at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert in 2005, and has said he now has his own State Property Records under Jay-Z's Def Jam.
In September, 2005, a jury acquitted him of charges that he nearly shot to death a man on a crowded city street two years ago. In August, Sigel left federal prison after serving nearly a year on a federal weapons charge that stemmed from a 2002 traffic stop in Philadelphia.
Sigel also has fallen behind in child-support payments. He was briefly jailed in November until he paid $27,000 in child support and $2,000 in fines, but seems to be paying off his debts.
With the case behind him, Sigel now plans to "make music, make movies and work on his clothing line," said his attorney, Fortunato N. Perri Jr. The case was the last in a series of criminal charges against Sigel, who has a long arrest record dating back to his days growing up in South Philadelphia.
On Tuesday, January 10, 2006, Sigel was convicted of assault for a fight in 2003. He agreed with the prosecutor's version of events, and was convicted of misdemeanor simple assault. He was immediately sentenced to two years probation plus $180 in court costs.
The charges stem from an argument between Sigel and a man who said the rapper punched him in both eyes, breaking his left eye socket, during a January 2003 argument outside a Chinese restaurant.
Beanie Sigel is the co-creator of "The Playpen", a new animated series with writer/producers, Brian Ash and Myles Reiff. The show follows the misadventures of a group of hard-headed tykes in a maximum security daycare center called, The State Nursery.
Gutted
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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You ain't got a pot to piss in, no bucket
You niggas call ass on facts you can′t cover
Your homie got bread, but you dead luggage!
Tommy Tucker, neighborhood sucka
Your baby mama duck ya, your bitches won't fuck ya
You petty, thief, your name is "Don't trust ya"
Better stay out them peoples′ store ′fore the cops cuff ya!
Nights like this, you wish for bread and butter
The raindrops fall on your head with no umbrella
Fella, eh, you're broke, you′re busted, you're gutted!
You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You talking ′bout that bread but your bread ain't buttered
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You talking Ace of Spades but you balling on a budget!
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets
Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar, we got it covered!
Bitch, you′re gutted, your whole twist fucked up
Your knees stay scuffed up from sucking that nut up
Just to get a buck to get your hair did, done up
Your manicuring refill them bare feet cheap heels
Or them dollar store Chinese slippers
Your weave track slippin', kitchen full of dishes
House full of Bébé's Kids that stay shitting
Baby bottle empty, your rent check missing
You rock Gucci this and that but your kids bummy
You letting strangers claim them for income tax money
You need a whole foot in your ass, that shit you pulling
You weekend looker, you [?] hooker, you gutted!
You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You talking ′bout that bread but your bread ain′t buttered
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You talking Ace of Spades but you balling on a budget!
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets
Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar, we got it covered!
You just gon' fake it ′til you make it, huh?
Rented houses on MTV, you tapin' them
Fine hoes in your videos, you drapin′ them
Green screens of the projects, you safe in them!
Fine cars in your videos, you pay for them?
Shit, I can't knock your hustle, though, you make it fun
Dear rappers: you been fooling the public
People starting to think y′all real, do something!
See what we do when niggas do 200?
It's on like the platinum to us; chew, snuff 'em
Back to life, you′re not reality
Your salary is like celery
We eatin′ over here, nigga, you're like salad to me!
Get your weight up, get your steak up
Those little acres, get your estate up
To face us, you′re gon' need an island
It′s imaginary players take 2000, you're gutted
You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You talking ′bout that bread but your bread ain't buttered
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You talking Ace of Spades but you balling on a budget!
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets
Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar, we got it covered!
The song "Gutted" by Beanie Sigel is a scathing critique of those who try to project an image of success and wealth, but are actually broke and struggling in reality. The lyrics use vivid imagery and metaphors to paint a picture of individuals who are "gutted" - meaning they are completely broke and have nothing to show for their supposed success. The term "gutted" is used throughout the song to emphasize the idea that those being called out are not just struggling financially, but are also stripped of any credibility or respect.
The song is divided into three verses, each addressing a different aspect of the "gutted" lifestyle. The first verse calls out individuals who claim to have money and success, but are actually living on a budget and have no real assets. The second verse criticizes women who try to maintain an appearance of wealth and luxury, but have nothing to show for it. The third verse addresses rappers who exaggerate their wealth and fame, but are actually living in rented houses and not able to keep up with their wealthy peers.
The overall message of the song is that authenticity is more important than projecting an image of wealth and success. Beanie Sigel is calling out those who try to put on a false front, and encouraging listeners to be honest about their struggles and work towards real success.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, nigga, you're gutted, your paper on a budget
You're broke and struggling financially
You ain't got a pot to piss in, no bucket
You're so poor you can't even afford basic items
You niggas call ass on facts you can't cover
You're getting called out for lying and can't defend yourself
Your homie got bread, but you dead luggage!
Your friend is successful, but you're just a burden and dead weight
Tommy Tucker, neighborhood sucka
You're a sucker and easily taken advantage of
Your baby mama duck ya, your bitches won't fuck ya
Your relationships are failing and you're being rejected
You petty, thief, your name is "Don't trust ya"
You have a bad reputation and are known to be untrustworthy
Better stay out them peoples' store 'fore the cops cuff ya!
Don't steal or you'll get caught by the police
David Ruffin, Eddie Kane puffer
You're struggling with addiction like famous musicians David Ruffin and Eddie Kane
Nights like this, you wish for bread and butter
You're struggling to make ends meet and wish for basic necessities
The raindrops fall on your head with no umbrella
You're going through hard times without any form of protection or support
Fella, eh, you're broke, you're busted, you're gutted!
You're completely broke and struggling to survive
You talking 'bout that bread but your bread ain't buttered
You're talking about money, but you don't actually have any
You talking Ace of Spades but you balling on a budget!
You're pretending to be wealthy but you can't afford it
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar, we got it covered!
When the successful Roc-A-Fella members are around, they have everything covered
Your knees stay scuffed up from sucking that nut up
You're performing sexual acts for money and it's hurting you physically
Just to get a buck to get your hair did, done up
You're doing whatever it takes to make money, even if it's for something superficial
Your manicuring refill them bare feet cheap heels
You're spending money on your appearance, but neglecting your basic needs
Or them dollar store Chinese slippers
You're buying cheap, low-quality items
Your weave track slippin', kitchen full of dishes
Your fake hair is falling out and your living conditions are poor
House full of Bébé's Kids that stay shitting
Your children are poorly behaved and causing problems
Baby bottle empty, your rent check missing
You can't even afford to take care of your basic needs
You rock Gucci this and that but your kids bummy
You're spending money on luxury items for yourself, but neglecting your children's needs
You letting strangers claim them for income tax money
You're committing fraud by letting others claim your children on their taxes
You need a whole foot in your ass, that shit you pulling
You need a wake-up call and to stop your foolish behavior
You weekend looker, you [?] hooker, you gutted!
You're only successful on the weekends, you sell your body for money, and you're completely broke
You just gon' fake it 'til you make it, huh?
You're pretending to be successful until you actually achieve it
Rented houses on MTV, you tapin' them
You're renting houses for TV appearances to give the appearance of success
Fine hoes in your videos, you drapin' them
You're objectifying and exploiting women in your music videos
Green screens of the projects, you safe in them!
You're creating fake backgrounds to look like you're in the projects, but you're actually safe
Fine cars in your videos, you pay for them?
You're pretending to own expensive cars in your videos, but actually renting or borrowing them
Shit, I can't knock your hustle, though, you make it fun
I can't fault you for trying to make money, even if it's in a dishonest way
Dear rappers: you been fooling the public
Musicians in the rap industry have been deceiving their listeners
People starting to think y'all real, do something!
Listeners are starting to believe the false image that rappers portray, so they should change their ways
See what we do when niggas do 200?
See what we can achieve when we actually put in effort?
It's on like the platinum to us; chew, snuff 'em
We're going to work hard and achieve success in the same way as platinum-selling artists
Back to life, you're not reality
Your false persona is not based in reality
Your salary is like celery
You're barely making any money
We eatin' over here, nigga, you're like salad to me!
We're successful and making money, while you're insignificant and not contributing anything
Get your weight up, get your steak up
Work hard and make more money
Those little acres, get your estate up
Start small and work towards building a larger estate
To face us, you're gon' need an island
You're not on our level and need to drastically improve to compete with us
It's imaginary players take 2000, you're gutted
We're making money, while you're not even in the game
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar, we got it covered!
When successful Roc-A-Fella members are present, they have everything taken care of
Writer(s): Carter Shawn C, Grant Dwight, Slater Sharif Emil
Contributed by Brayden D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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on special delivery (nas & d-block diss)
State prop!! Heavy hitta suckaaaaa