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 He told Dame to pass the word on that State Property was no longer in effect, until after he was released.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.
No Glory
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteen
Out the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiends
Burnt up glass and the coke screens
You know that balled up cash where that dough cream
Hit the block before the birds start chirpin'
Scope the set before I serve one person
In between cars, never out in the open
Crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga
Uncut raw, nigga. I don't fuck with bake
I don't never get stuck with weight
Open shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate
You ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit
Fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip
Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit
Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip
I'm tryin' to show you where the bread at. You catchin' my drift?
But I see where your head at, you stressin' to bitch
Give me that hot plate and pyrax pop
Shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, supply that block
Pee pop set up shop, wit' a half a block
Lock down half the block
Turn that half a block to other half his' block
Then I'll lock down the other half a block....
[Verse 2]
I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background
Never put my straps down, nigga
This is Mack Town, nigga
Ask around, bitch nigga I never was
Kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub
On the real, ya niggaz don't know me
Don't get found in the lake wit' eight shots like Kobe
It's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?/
I'll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman
"I got more pots and strips then you..." (I make it hot)
"....niggaz won't even sell nicks to you." (not a rock)/
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
I got gats wit' clips wit' lasers that'll kill you
Got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines
These thugs gon' getcha (getcha), slugs gon' hit cha
"I got more gats and tecs than you..." (I'll make it hot)
"... niggaz won't even stand next to you" (I tear the rock)
When I clap down, back down your wack friends
For that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's"
Intro tef, I'm twenty-two (uh)
You dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels (whoa!)........
I'm so street like asphault
I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
Don't make me raise up and put my hands on you
??a house sellin raids nigga, I'll put my grams on you??
Man, I'm so fuckin' deep in the game
Got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame
I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance shit out
Until then, I got a six gon' silence shit out
Want to make the transition, from the street to the fame
But I can't let it weaken my game, man listen
Picture Mac flippin' like a transmission
Little nickels, wit' slick fifty's tryin' to stick me
Knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block
So I quickly move, oars like Jiffy Lube
Never-had-it niggas and half the fact that niggas
Snortin'-magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas.
The lyrics to Beanie Sigel's "No Glory" paint a vivid picture of the life of a crack dealer. The song is an honest and gritty look into the world of the drug trade, with lyrics that describe the harsh realities of a life lived on the streets. In the first verse, Sigel talks about his experience with crack, having seen it since he was thirteen years old. He talks about the same crack spot and the same dope fiends, the burnt up glass, and the balled up cash. He describes his process of scouting out the area before serving anyone and his distrust of vans and black suburbans. He talks about the quality of his product, never getting stuck with weight, and keeping smokers coming back for more.
The second verse is more aggressive, with Sigel letting the listener know that he doesn't care about the talk in the background and that he always has his gun ready. He compares himself to Gary Coleman and boasts about his collection of guns and gadgets. He also talks about his struggle to balance his street life with his music aspirations, knowing that he needs to make the transition but not wanting to lose his edge. The song ends with a warning to those who would try to stop him, saying that he moves quickly and is always a step ahead.
Overall, "No Glory" is a powerful and realistic portrayal of the drug trade's harsh reality, seen through the eyes of a seasoned dealer who has seen it all.
Line by Line Meaning
I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteen
I have seen cocaine in rock form since I was thirteen years old
Out the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiends
I have been selling the drug to the same people in the same place
Burnt up glass and the coke screens
I have seen the glass crack pipes and metal screens used for smoking cocaine
You know that balled up cash where that dough cream
I am referring to the wadded up cash money that my clients are holding
Hit the block before the birds start chirpin'
I work at dawn, before the day officially begins
Scope the set before I serve one person
I make sure the area is safe before selling to a single individual
In between cars, never out in the open
I always sell in hidden spots between parked cars
I don't trust vans and I hate black suburbans
I avoid vans and black Suburban vehicles because I am wary of police and law enforcement driving such cars
Crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga
I sell crack that is pure and uncut
Uncut raw, nigga. I don't fuck with bake
I sell uncooked crack and do not deal with cooked or baked cocaine
I don't never get stuck with weight
I never get caught with large quantities of drugs
Open shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate
I sell drugs to anyone who comes to me and have to constantly be vigilant of nearby people or law enforcement
You ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit
I am saying that other dealers are not making much money because they dilute or add filler to their cocaine in order to create more product
Fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip
I am not trying to make more drugs to sell, but rather to sell all the drugs I currently have on hand
Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit
I want to keep my clients coming back, addicted to my high-quality drugs
Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip
My clients are often seen with greasy, slicked back hair from the drug's effects
I'm tryin' to show you where the bread at. You catchin' my drift?
I am trying to teach other dealers how to make money selling drugs
But I see where your head at, you stressin' to bitch
I recognize that other dealers are more concerned with their personal egos and feuds than making successful, profitable drug deals
Give me that hot plate and pyrax pop
I need a heat source to mix and prepare cocaine
Shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, supply that block
I can teach others how to sell drugs and become a supplier at the street level
Pee pop set up shop, wit' a half a block
I can help other dealers set up successful drug-selling locations
Lock down half the block
I can help dealers control and secure their drug sales territory
Turn that half a block to other half his' block
Through successful drug dealing, half a block can become someone's entire selling zone
Then I'll lock down the other half a block....
I can assist in helping dealers secure and control an even larger area for selling drugs
I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background
I do not care about or listen to rumors or gossip about myself or other dealers
Never put my straps down, nigga
I always keep my guns with me for protection
This is Mack Town, nigga
This is my territory, and I am in charge here
Ask around, bitch nigga I never was
If you ask about me, you will learn that I have never lost a fight or been overpowered
Kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub
I always wear gloves and carry a .38 snub-nosed revolver for personal safety
On the real, ya niggaz don't know me
Other dealers or people do not really know who I am and what I am capable of
Don't get found in the lake wit' eight shots like Kobe
If someone crosses me, I have no problem resorting to violence and will not hesitate to kill them
It's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?/
I am proud of my reputation and identity as a successful drug dealer
I'll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman
I will cut off someone's life if they try to interfere with my drug dealing activities
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
My raps are effective at exciting and entertaining listeners
I got gats wit' clips wit' lasers that'll kill you
I have guns with extended magazines and laser sights that are extremely lethal
Got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines
I have access to and possess powerful firearms
These thugs gon' getcha (getcha), slugs gon' hit cha
If someone tries to cross me or interfere with my drug-dealing operation, they will not survive
I got more gats and tecs than you...
I have more guns and technology than other dealers, solidifying my place as a successful drug dealer
... niggaz won't even stand next to you
Other dealers are intimidated by me and will not associate or work with me
When I clap down, back down your wack friends
If someone crosses me, they will not only suffer, but so will their weak associates
For that 'Cash Money,' pull out 'Mack 10's'
I am willing to use extreme violence for money and have access to very powerful guns
Intro tef, I'm twenty-two (uh)
I am young but already established and well-respected as a drug dealer
You dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels (whoa!)........
Other dealers are not worth my time, energy, or attention, and I am focused only on drug dealing
I'm so street like asphault
I am deeply connected and involved in the street-level drug dealing world
I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
My raps are authentic and true to my experiences and identity as a drug dealer
Don't make me raise up and put my hands on you
If someone interferes with my drug dealing business or reputation, I am willing to resort to violence
??a house sellin raids nigga, I'll put my grams on you??
If someone tries to start a drug-dealing operation in my territory or interferes with my business, I am willing to take them out and put my own drugs, or grams, on them
Man, I'm so fuckin' deep in the game
I am incredibly involved and invested in the drug dealing world
Got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame
I am on the cusp of transitioning from street-level drug dealing to larger, more public and lucrative opportunities
I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance shit out
I am struggling to maintain a balance between my drug-dealing life and my potential for more mainstream success
Until then, I got a six gon' silence shit out
Until I figure out how to proceed, I will remain quiet and keep a low profile
Want to make the transition, from the street to the fame
I am aspiring to become a mainstream, successful artist instead of just a successful drug dealer
But I can't let it weaken my game, man listen
I cannot let my music career interfere with my drug dealing success and lifestyle
Picture Mac flippin' like a transmission
I can successfully shift between drug dealing and music careers
Little nickels, wit' slick fifty's tryin' to stick me
I am wary of small-time drug dealers who are trying to take advantage of or cross me
Knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block
I am aware that one gunshot from a gun could fatally harm me or my drug dealing success
So I quickly move, oars like Jiffy Lube
I am quick and efficient at avoiding danger by moving like paddles or a boat's oars
Never-had-it niggas and half the fact that niggas
Other dealers and individuals who are less successful have less knowledge and experience than I do
Snortin'-magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas.
I am aware of drug users and people who might cooperate with law enforcement, and keep a distance from them
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: GERALD RAEFORD, GARY BYRD
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on special delivery (nas & d-block diss)
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