Why We Die
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Uhh, that's some shit
That that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh
Uhh! busta rhymes
What?! Uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still want to get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin' - from the floor, to the ceilin'
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin' and stealin'
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin' when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to god once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (why?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin' was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin' doors (nigga!)

[Chorus]
(why?) all my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They want to, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin' it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Liked by folks it was stuntin' my growth
Separated me from the shit I was wantin' the most
Felt myself comin' close to pumpin' them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin' to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
Tryin' to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
This ain't your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be talkin'
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[Chorus]

I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your Fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin'
On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
With every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin' in your steppin' faggot nigga
Cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin' this bomb
Allah blessin' me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin' great and keep a nigga name livin' forever!





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

Busta Rhymes and DMX, two of the most prominent rappers of the late 90s and early 2000s, team up for "Why We Die." In this track, they delve into the inner workings of their minds, talking about their pasts, the troubles they've faced, and the reasons why they believe people like them tend to die young.


The opening lines of the song set the tone for what's to follow - it's something that people haven't seen before, something so unique that it defies explanation. Busta Rhymes delves into the world that he sees, one that most people aren't privy to. He sees ghosts, not literal entities but symbolic representations of his past actions.


Busta Rhymes goes on to talk about his life in the hood. He talks about how he feels that people are always out to get him, and how his past actions have made him a target for those looking for revenge. He also talks about his past as a thief, and how that kept him alive. He only ate when he was hungry, and he only stopped robbing when he got what he needed. This all seems like a world away from a normal life, but for those who grew up in the inner city, this is just another day in the life.


In the chorus of "Why We Die," we hear DMX ask "why" several times. His question is one that many people in the hood ask themselves every day. Why do people like them tend to die young? Is it because they're crazy, quick to anger, and prone to violence? Is it because they're gods, and the yard is where they belong? Or is it because they're simply trying to survive in a world that doesn't seem to care?


Overall, "Why We Die" is a haunting look at the world of inner-city life. It's a world that many people will never understand, but for those who live there, it's all too real.


Line by Line Meaning

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
I have a higher level of understanding than most people, even though they do not acknowledge it


They still want to get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
People want to be close to me, but they are afraid of me, so I am cautious


Kinda eerie what I'm feelin' - from the floor, to the ceilin'
I have a strange feeling that permeates through everything around me


Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I have a deep understanding of reality and can see through it


I kinda miss robbin' and stealin'
I used to engage in illegal activity to survive and now that I do not have to, a part of me misses it


Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin' when I starved
Robbing and stealing kept me on edge, only giving me enough to survive when I was starving


Went to god once in a while when it got a little too hectic
When things got too tough, I would pray to God for help and guidance


He was the only one I knew that I respected (why?)
God was the only one I respected because He had the power and influence to change my life


See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Many people die for no reason in my neighborhood


Real good heart, but up to no good
People may have a good heart, but their actions do not reflect it


Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
I thought I was doing everything possible to make a difference, but it wasn't making an impact


The devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
I knew the consequences of my actions but thought I could succeed despite them


When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
My struggles now affect others as well, causing more pain


They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
In my neighborhood, good people often die young


I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I question why I am still alive when others with better intentions have died


Please shed light, the hood's dark
I am asking for help to make my neighborhood a better place


I did my dirt but got a good heart
I may have done questionable things, but I am still a good person at my core


Shouldn't that count for somethin?
Shouldn't my goodness outweigh my mistakes?


Felt myself comin' close to pumpin' them o's
I was close to selling drugs, but decided against it


Got demons on both shoulders,
I am constantly fighting my inner demons


You know it's funny how the good die first
It is ironic that the people with the best intentions often die before those who engage in illegal activity


Get the peppin' in your steppin' faggot nigga
I am telling someone to have some self-respect instead of engaging in actions that will lead to their demise


Allah blessin' me to rep for the better, and carry on
I am grateful for God's blessing to use my voice to spread a positive message and continue making a difference


Somethin' great and keep a nigga name livin' forever!
I want to create something great and impactful so that my name will always be remembered




Lyrics © BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, ANTHONY FIELDS, EARL SIMMONS, TREVOR SMITH

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