Cam'ron made his acting debut on the 2002 film Paid in Full, where he played the character Rico, who is based on former Harlem drug dealer Alpo. In 2006, Cam'ron would return to his acting career and make his debut in screen writing in his movie Killa Season. Cam'ron plays a high school basketball player who eventually drops out of high school to begin his own drug ring. The movie was released in 2006, simultaneous with the Killa Season album.
Whatever
Cam'ron Lyrics
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Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's Advocate S***
Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this
F*** school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets
Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted
Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas
Pig n****, bring the hook in 6 figures
[Chorus]
For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
We getting head tonight (Whatever)
To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call
Get his money and ball (Whatever)
Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
Cats f*** with me cause I tell, "Let's get money"
Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20
F*** it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary
You cheap n****z still shopping up up in woodbury
I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano
And my girls they be blessin' me first
Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt
Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a p**** chick
I need a "Here ma, goof this in your p****" chick
All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy
LADIES TAKE IT EASY
[Chorus]
To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
We getting head in the car (Whatever)
To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet
Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever)
Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em
Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women
Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to f*** 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in they're oven
S***, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen
No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
S***, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes
I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent
My ratio up in here, f***ed 40 percent
S***, drink is sour, armaretta, yo
Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda
[Chorus]
For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
We getting head tonight (Whatever)
To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call
Get his money and ball (Whatever)
To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
We getting head in the car (Whatever)
To all my women whippin' a Jeep
Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever)
And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet
(Whatever) Killa (Whatever)
The lyrics to Cam'ron's song Whatever are rife with explicit content and profanity, all revolving around themes of money, power, and sexuality. The first few lines depict the singer driving erratically while referencing rapper Mase's religious conversion, then segueing into a metaphorical devil's advocate scenario where lies are told to force a desired outcome. The verse following this is more aggressive, mentioning famous rappers who died in jail and associating with "clik triggas" for protection. The chorus breaks up the song a bit, with the hook "whatever" becoming the refrain that ties it all together. The remainder of the song contains explicit lyrics about sexual encounters, money, clothes, and drugs.
One interesting fact about Whatever is that it was released in 2002 as part of Cam'ron's third studio album, Come Home With Me, which became his commercial breakthrough. The song features a sample of the 1979 disco hit "Another Cha-Ching" by Midnight Star, which is used in the chorus. It was produced by Lofey, Huddy 6, and Just Blaze and includes additional vocals from singer-songwriter N.O.R.E. The song garnered popularity in nightclubs across the country and attracted a large following from audiences who appreciated its provocative themes.
Another fascinating fact about Whatever is its connection to Dipset, a hip-hop music collective from Harlem that was formed in 1997. Cam'ron was one of the founding members of Dipset, and he included several references to the group in the lyrics of Whatever. The song became a cultural touchstone among the Dipset community and helped solidify their place in hip-hop history.
Finally, it's interesting to note that critics gave mixed reviews to Cam'ron's album Come Home With Me when it was released in 2002. Some praised his confident delivery and unique style, while others criticized the album's reliance on snappy production and overly sexualized content. Whatever, in particular, was singled out for its lewd lyrics and lascivious themes, which some critics found offensive. Despite these criticisms, Come Home With Me was a commercial success and helped to launch Cam'ron's career to new heights.
Unfortunately, no chords for Whatever are available as the song was not predominantly dominated by an acoustic instrument. The song's beat was created through a mix of electric and electronic sounds.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm in a whiptail smashin' it
I'm driving my car and it feels great
Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it
Mase went to church and sat down, can you believe it?
Who me? Devil's Advocate S***
Me? I'm just playing the role of the devil's advocate
Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
I'll tell a convincing story that will make you cry, just so you can't lie
Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this
Me, Un, Suge, Pac would do anything, even go to jail and die for this
F*** school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh
I don't care about school, I'm into killing it in the real world with endless flavors
Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets
Pay attention to the coach, you've heard that some players have schemes
Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus
Girls from Philly steal expensive clothes from Neiman Marcus
Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
Really cool, while you're showing off your Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
Jacket caught on the matching belt, she's so independent
But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
But I slapped her, why? Because I haven't slapped a prostitute in a while
I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted
I'm driving a tinted Range Rover, very low
Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Don't front, you'll be the one receiving it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas
We are big players, with big guns in our clique
Pig n****, bring the hook in 6 figures
Police agents, bring in six-figure rewards with the criminals you catch
For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
For my men with the jewelry, who don't need a wife
We getting head tonight (Whatever)
We're getting oral sex tonight, who cares?
To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call
To all the women who hesitate, call a guy who's a pushover
Get his money and ball (Whatever)
Get his money and have fun, who cares?
Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
No one messes with you because you're dimwitted
Cats f*** with me cause I tell, 'Let's get money'
People hang out with me because I say, 'Let's make some money'
Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
Get it, get a Mercedes-Benz and ride on 20-inch rims
Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20
Me and Jim Jones are always ready to fight 2 people at once
F*** it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary
I don't care, the neighborhood is dangerous and all my cars should be different
You cheap n****z still shopping up up in woodbury
You cheap guys still shop in Woodbury, the outlet mall for peasants
I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano
I'm wearing top designer brands such as 5th Westwood, CarlotaFella, SarahChuff, Pergamo, and John Galiano
And my girls they be blessin' me first
My girls always take care of me first
Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt
Got them out of low-end Foot Locker and dressed them up in a referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt
I swear on my life, if you test me, I'll shoot you
Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt
Better pay attention, because your sexiness could be dangerous
Cause one thing I can't stand is a p**** chick
Because I can't stand a woman who is cowardly and fearful
I need a 'Here ma, goof this in your p****' chick
I need a woman who is adventurous and willing to try new things
All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy
All these inexperienced women trying to be my girl, my sister or my friend
LADIES TAKE IT EASY
Ladies calm down, don't take it too seriously
To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
To all the guys in the club, who are getting drunk at the bar
We getting head in the car (Whatever)
We're getting oral sex in the car, who cares?
To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet
To all the women who drive a Jeep and get what they want
Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever)
Have them licking your feet, who cares?
Let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em
Let's attack and harm them
Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Let's get him, get all of his money
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women
Grab and flip them over, while I get all the women
Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
Drinking Bacardi with lemon, in a Ferrari with lemon paint, partying at John Lennon's house
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes
Sorry I'm walking with a limp, I'm just showing off to your breasts
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
I'll touch, kiss, hug and suck on those breasts
If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to f*** 'em
If I'm with a woman, most likely I'm trying to have sex with her
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Not trying to impress her, trying to have sex with her, and lying about loving her
Have with a pie in they're oven
Have a woman pregnant
S***, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen
To me, you're all the same
No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
No time to chat, leave and find a husband
S***, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
Find a guy who will spend money on you, buy you lots of clothes
I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes
I'm at the Tunnel nightclub, where they let in 500 prostitutes
I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent
I'm at the bar, I see a girl who is drunk
My ratio up in here, f***ed 40 percent
My chances of getting laid here are only 40 percent
Drink is sour, armaretta, yo
The drink tastes bad, it's Armaretto
Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda
Who cares? I'll keep making money no matter what
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: D BRANCH, C GILES, STEPHEN SCHWARTZ
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