Hate Music
Cam'ron Lyrics


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HOOK: Cam'ron
Ayo my niggas can't take music
Everybody rap to us, so we hate music
Now we make the hate music
We 'bout to rape music, straight up degrate music
You ain't 18, shit, don't even play music
Killin is another high
I hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash
Or your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancer
No answer, glaucoma, and your pops got cancer

[Juelz Santana]
Yo I'm a motherfucking nightmare, y'all can either love me or hate me
Know alotta niggas wanna slug me and waste me
That's why I never keep the gun on safety
When I get this money, y'all gon hate me
Y'all act like Harlem ain't that shit, go 'head and play dumb
Like y'all don't know where AlPo and Rich bought the caine from
Sugarhill cocaine slums, get it correct
Real niggas spit at your chest, look at your death
Y'all cop Playstations, play Live 2000
I'ma cop guns, try to survive 2000
Nigga like me be on the block every day
While you think your moms look rocked every day
'cause she come see me for them rocks every day
Keep the thang close, ready to pop every day
'cause I'm tired of you spot betters
I got a 380 full of hot peppers, that'll rip through them cop's sweaters
You dudes is chumps, talkin 'bout you live like thugs
You be home watchin Midnight Love
No bitch, you and your hand makin midnight love
It's over dog, you need to just get right fuck, what

HOOK

[Cam'ron]
I got the gun and clip, runnin shit
I run chains, run rings, run in your block, make you run
Then I run things
Piss in a cup, come on, fuck a drug test
I'm on my block, knockout kings, slugfest
A few beers cold, come through here bold
A few of us blew our goals when fuckin two years old
Off to the lobby, all to the body, then auction a shottie
Go to Boston and party hardy with Walter McCardy
Drunk, smackin bitches off the Bacardi
Hustle often as robbery, so guns, coppin double
Fuck around with me, I'ma pop your bubble
Put up my own yellow tape, save the cops the trouble
If you wanna see my true portions, screw bossin
Kill you like Mike pop for new Jordans
Come through flossin, jail ain't nothin for me
I got cake baby, bail ain't nothin for me
I'm that same son of a be, gun in the V
Coke, guns, hookers, I'm the one that you see
Cats still talkin fly, put his tongue in a tree
If we nice, then we'll let him keep his lung for a G
When I rap, it ain't nothing but hungry you see
Jimmy, Juelz, Cam, yo I'm one of the three, beeotch





HOOK

Overall Meaning

Cam'ron's song Hate Music is a brutally honest portrayal of the hate-filled, violent, and misogynistic world of gangsta rap. The lyrics are strikingly aggressive and filled with vivid imagery of death, disease, and sexual degradation. The hook is a rallying cry for Cam'ron and his crew, who feel that they have been betrayed by music and the rap industry. They have turned their backs on the music that once inspired them and have instead chosen to create "hate music." Their mission is to rape, degrade, and debase music, to destroy everything that they once loved and cherished.


Juelz Santana's verse follows the same pattern of Cam'ron's, filled with boasts of bravado, gunplay, and sexual conquests. His message is that he is a nightmare to the rest of the rap world, and that those who try to take him on will face the consequences. He speaks of the dangers of the Harlem streets, where real men spit at you and death is always just around the corner. Cam'ron's verse is even more aggressive, filled with threats of violence, drug use, and sexual violence against women. He boasts of his ability to knock out anyone who crosses him, and of his desire to kill those who get in his way.


Overall, Hate Music is an unapologetically violent and aggressive song that reflects the harsh reality of life on the streets of many urban communities. Cam'ron and his crew are unafraid of anyone or anything, and they will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. The song is a call to arms for anyone who feels disenfranchised or marginalized by society, a reminder that they too can rise up and take control of their lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Ayo my niggas can't take music
My crew and I can't stand all the music we hear.


Everybody rap to us, so we hate music
All the rappers and their music are getting on our nerves.


Now we make the hate music
So, now we've decided to make music that reflects our hate.


We 'bout to rape music, straight up degrate music
We plan to sexually violate (figuratively) the music we hate by producing terrible music on purpose.


You ain't 18, shit, don't even play music
If you're not 18 years or older, you shouldn't even bother playing music.


Killin is another high
Taking someone's life is just another way to get a high (thrill).


I hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash
My hatred for you runs so deep that I wish the worst things to happen to the people you care about.


Or your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancer
I'll go as far as saying that I hope your mother passes away and your sister has to resort to stripping to make ends meet.


No answer, glaucoma, and your pops got cancer
I hope misfortunes keep raining on your life by wishing you to develop diseases and incurable conditions.


Yo I'm a motherfucking nightmare, y'all can either love me or hate me
I'm a real monster that you might find hard to tolerate, but you can either accept or reject all that I am.


Know alotta niggas wanna slug me and waste me
I know many individuals who would like to shoot me and dispose of me.


That's why I never keep the gun on safety
I'm always on the alert for attackers, and I never let my guard down.


When I get this money, y'all gon hate me
Once I get rich, people will despise me even more for my success.


Y'all act like Harlem ain't that shit, go 'head and play dumb
Some people seem to underestimate the toughness and influence of Harlem, acting like nothing significant goes on there.


Like y'all don't know where AlPo and Rich bought the caine from
You're pretending as if you don't know the origin of the cocaine that Alpo and Rich dealt with while being aware of it all along.


Sugarhill cocaine slums, get it correct
The neighborhood where we hustle drugs is located near Sugar Hill, which is where rich people go on vacation, in case you don't know.


Real niggas spit at your chest, look at your death
When we hit someone, we aim for their body's center of mass, hoping to observe their final moments right before their demise.


Y'all cop Playstations, play Live 2000
You guys buy game consoles like the Playstation and spend your time playing NBA Live 2000.


I'ma cop guns, try to survive 2000
I'll be buying firearms instead, trying to stay alive as the world continues to change.


Nigga like me be on the block every day
Unlike some of you, I spend most of my time hustling and hanging in the rough streets.


While you think your moms look rocked every day
You assume that your mom seems tired every day when she visits my place to buy drugs.


'cause she come see me for them rocks every day
She's only tired because she comes to see me every day to purchase rocks off my stash.


Keep the thang close, ready to pop every day
I always keep my gun close to me just in case someone tries to step out of line.


'cause I'm tired of you spot betters
I'm fed up with people who think they understand what's going on but don't.


I got a 380 full of hot peppers, that'll rip through them cop's sweaters
I have a small-caliber gun loaded with hollow-point bullets that can go through a police officer's body armor with no difficulty.


You dudes is chumps, talkin 'bout you live like thugs
You're just a bunch of posers pretending to live a life of a gangster.


You be home watchin Midnight Love
Instead, you're at home watching a television program called Midnight Love.


No bitch, you and your hand makin midnight love
Actually, you're all alone in your bed, making love to yourself with your hand.


It's over dog, you need to just get right fuck, what
You need to give up on this active facade, and I'll continue doing my own thing.


I got the gun and clip, runnin shit
I'm in charge and armed, with a gun and extra ammunition at the ready.


I run chains, run rings, run in your block, make you run
I'm running the neighborhood and taking everything that's of value while intimidating all the residents.


Then I run things
Overall, I'm running the entire operation effectively.


Piss in a cup, come on, fuck a drug test
I couldn't care less about passing a drug test, so I'll urinate in the cup as a sign of defiance.


I'm on my block, knockout kings, slugfest
I hold the title of the toughest person on my block, and I never back down from a physical altercation.


A few beers cold, come through here bold
After consuming a few cold beers, I come through the block with added confidence and boldness.


A few of us blew our goals when fuckin two years old
A fair amount of us already messed up our lives by the time we were two years old.


Off to the lobby, all to the body, then auction a shottie
We gather the bodies of our enemies, usually in the lobby of a building, and then auction off the shotgun we used to murder them.


Go to Boston and party hardy with Walter McCardy
When I have extra money, I will travel to Boston and have fun partying with Walter McCardy, a wealthy businessman.


Drunk, smackin bitches off the Bacardi
While being intoxicated from alcohol, I'm smacking women consistently due to the effects of Bacardi rum.


Hustle often as robbery, so guns, coppin double
My method of making money involves both hustling and robbery, so I make sure to buy two guns at once.


Fuck around with me, I'ma pop your bubble
You don't want to mess around with me because I'm fully capable of ruining your entire life.


Put up my own yellow tape, save the cops the trouble
I take care of the police's job myself, putting up yellow tape around the crime scene so that they don't have to worry about it.


If you wanna see my true portions, screw bossin
If you want to get a true idea of what I'm about, get close to me and forget about the idea of being 'the boss.'


Kill you like Mike pop for new Jordans
I'm capable of killing you on the spot, just like the time when Michael Jordan was killed for a new pair of sneakers.


Come through flossin, jail ain't nothin for me
I can go to jail without any issues because of my ability to put on a confident and flashy demeanor.


I got cake baby, bail ain't nothin for me
I have lots of money, so posting bail after getting arrested easily doesn't concern me at all.


I'm that same son of a be, gun in the V
I'm still that same individual, son of a person who causes significant distress with a weapon in their car.


Coke, guns, hookers, I'm the one that you see
I'm the one that's seen in the neighborhood selling drugs, carrying weapons, and talking to sex workers.


Cats still talkin fly, put his tongue in a tree
People still act as if they're big shots with their mouths, so I'll cut off their tongue and stuff it in a tree as a form of punishment.


If we nice, then we'll let him keep his lung for a G
If the victim is cooperative, we'll let him off easy and spare his life for a payment of $1,000.


When I rap, it ain't nothing but hungry you see
When I perform my music, you can tell that my motivation and drive come from intense hunger and desperation.


Jimmy Juelz Cam, yo I'm one of the three, beeotch
Jimmy, Juelz, and Cam are a rap trio, and I'm one-third of the group, representing that we're always together, even over a sneering insult.




Lyrics Β© O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: CAMERON GILES, CRUM, LARON JAMES

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High 12 Farm

I feel this shit to this day. Rap is shit. Julez went hard!

Steve Siri

Dipset always been one of the hardest rap groups to ever do it.πŸ’£πŸ’₯πŸ’£πŸ’₯πŸ’£πŸ’₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Shaun Babineaux

THIS STILL HOT!!!!! They should've hit the Lox with this!

deborah jackson

they was rippin like this on clue tapes in 2000 all the way up to this soundtrack.

shonn herring

classic cam'ron verse!!!!!!

EASTCOASTGHOST

DUMB HARDπŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

W O

β€œYa cop PlayStation, play Live 2000,
Imma cop guns tryna survive 2000”

Underground Heat Cypher

Real shit here timeless music!!

518NorthSide

str8 classic!!

Sobe Gspa

Juelz best VERSE ever!!!!

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