Cassidy rose to prominence as a battle rapper and started appearing on mixtapes. Producer Swizz Beatz signed him to his Full Surface label distributed through J Records and featured him on Swizz's 2002 album Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories. Cassidy has also appeared on tracks by Snoop Dogg and Wyclef Jean.
Cassidy recorded the Split Personality album in the year 2003. The record is divided into three parts: The first is credited to Cassidy and reflects his pop side, the second, credited as "Tha Problem," aims at fans of his mixtapes. The third is credited to B. Reese from fans from his early days. [1]
Cassidy recorded the track and lead single "Hotel" with R. Kelly in Kelly's Chicago studios with a vocal contribution by Kelly - there is also a version featuring vocals by Trina. The song became a hit, reaching the top ten of the Billboard Hot 100 in February 2004 and the top 5 of the UK charts in May 2004. The song also reached the Australian top 40 in late May 2004.
Split Personality was released on March 16, 2004 and debuted at #2 on the Billboard 200 album charts and at #1 on the R&B/Hip Hop albums charts. The second single, "Get No Better", featured a contribution from labelmate Mashonda but did not do as well on the singles charts, reaching #82 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Cassidy released his second album, I'm A Hustla, on Swizz Beatz's label, Full Surface. The album features a sample from Jay-Z's "Dirt off your Shoulders" on the first single, "I'm a Hustla". A remix featuring Mary J. Blige followed soon after. It was released on June 28, 2005 and it reached #5 on the Billboard in the United States.
Cassidy is known for his freestyling ability. He first came into national attention after spiking the Roc-a-Fella rapper and fellow Philadelphian, Freeway. The studio session made its way to the streets and the internet, where interest in Cassidy grew.
Different styles and flows
Tha Problem/The Hustla - His first style, very aggressive and street smart. Many people compared him with Papoose, Fabolous, D-Block, Jay-Z, and Big L. It's based on his Battle-Rapper past.
Cassidy - This style came up after his success with "Hotel", it's basically for his female fans, most similar to the style of Nelly.
B. Reese/Mr. Reese - His original style, which is more political. In this style, he talks about Life and the president and also similar subjects, similar to Nas, Quan, 2Pac, Beanie Sigel and DMX.
His third studio album, B.A.R.S. (The Barry Adrian Reese Story) was originally entitled "It Is What It Is". It was #10 on XXL magazine's top 10 most anticipated albums in 2007. B.A.R.S. was released on November 7, 2007, and his lead single was "My Drink N' My 2 Step,". He also created a B.A.R.S. Competition Freestyle Battle on October 10, 2007 live on MTV's Sucker Free show. The second single is "Cash Rules", featuring Bone Thugs-n-Harmony & Eve.
Cassidy is also working on a group album with Larsiny. The first single is rumored to be "Boyz Iz Back".
Cassidy confirmed in an interview with Allhiphop.com that his fourth album will be eponymously titled Cassidy.
Cash is the Name of his Album with the hit single "Drummer Bass"
B-Boy Stance
Cassidy Lyrics
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With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace still
I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I'mma gain my respect cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I'll put a hole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy, tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I'm bout to take the industry over
Lifes a war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' like a penetentary block
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
Okay, I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts; yanawutI'msayin
I ain't playin' with them niggas that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the nine on me
Heckler and Koch mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch, but I'm makin' her cum and umm
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
In Cassidy's song "B-Boy Stance," he speaks about his readiness to enjoy himself at the club, but also about the dangerous environment he's in. He emphasizes his position as a skilled rapper with a necklace featuring his initials, FS. He also compares himself to other rappers, indicating his confidence in surpassing them. He boasts about being the best and acknowledges the challenges that come with building success. He mentions his possession of a gun, which he keeps on him for protection. Cassidy warns those who would try to steal from him or betray him that they will not get away with it. Throughout the song, Cassidy maintains his confident and composed attitude, despite the dangerous reality of his surroundings.
The song "B-Boy Stance" was released on Cassidy's debut album, "Split Personality," in 2004. It was produced by Swizz Beatz.
Line by Line Meaning
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
I'm hanging out in the club, standing in a b-boy pose, with my feet spread apart and my arms crossed over my chest.
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I've got my hood up to cover my face and a gun tucked into my pants just in case anything goes down.
I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes
I'm looking fly, fresh, and stylish, and I'm not afraid to say it.
I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress
My fashion game is killing it, and I'm dressed to make a statement.
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm really fresh and my style is so on point that it's like I'm dressed to kill.
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skill
I'm a true talent and have been blessed with natural abilities that have allowed me to excel.
The FS in my necklace still
I'm wearing a necklace with the initials 'FS' on it, and it's still shining and looking fresh.
I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
I'm a force to be reckoned with and won't hesitate to confront someone who comes at me or my allies.
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
The journey to success is tough, and it's causing me a lot of stress.
I'mma gain my respect cause I'm extra real
I'll earn the respect of others because I'm genuine and authentic.
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
I'm looking extra cool, while you look extra stoned.
If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy
If you weren't intoxicated, you'd be even more timid than you already are.
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
If I shoot you, you'll be quick to testify against me.
F' the extra shit, get an extra clip
Forget this extra talk, get an extra gun clip so we're strapped for more bullets.
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
If you get in my face and talk smack, you better be ready to face the consequences.
I'll put a hole in your head, cause I hold bread
I'll shoot you in the head because I have money and can afford the consequences.
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
My lawyer is older and wiser, like the famous Johnny Cochran.
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
I'm giving a 'pound' (a handshake) to someone but they're not frisking or checking me for weapons.
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now
And I always carry a gun with me for protection.
I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy
I cause commotion and excitement on the streets like a true B-Boy dancer.
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
If you buy drugs from me, I'll give you an additional free sample as a bonus.
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you shoot up drugs, you'll get addicted and become loyal to me as your dealer.
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
If you attempt to rob me, I'll be quick to defend myself and take you out.
See boy, tryna fuck around with me boy
Listen boy, if you mess around with me, you're gonna get hurt.
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
Your watch (wrist) is worthless and useless, just like having sex with a partner you can't see.
I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy
I'm a gangsta, and if you mess with me, you'll get killed by a member of my gang.
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
I sell coke, cocaine, by the kilo, I have all kinds of drugs to sell.
Me boy, I'm bout to take the industry over
I, as the artist, will dominate the hip hop industry.
Lifes a war, we was meant to be soldiers
Life is a struggle, and we were born to fight and persevere.
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
I observed for years as rappers pretended to be like Jay-Z, imitating his style and swagger.
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
Rappers try to imitate the iconic rappers of the past to seem cooler.
But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop
All of the imitating will eventually stop and true originality will become prominent.
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Guns will eventually be used in real violence.
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentery ox
The real gangsters are locked up in jail or prison.
VIP lookin' like a penetentary block
Inside the VIP section it looks like a prison block due to how dangerous and sinister it is.
Okay, I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
I'm looking good enough to be worth a million dollars.
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
My Mercedes-Benz has large alloy wheels and a panoramic sunroof.
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck
Depending on my mood, I may switch to a larger truck and drive that instead.
Either way the chicks still on my nuts; yanawutI'msayin
Regardless of what I'm driving, I still have women fawning over me.
I ain't playin' with them niggas that be feelin' they tough
I'm not messing around with wannabe tough guys who think they're hot stuff.
I ain't a killa but you still will get touched
I'm not a murderer, but I'll still harm you if you mess with me.
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the tuck
I build connections and relationships while wearing a hooded sweater, and I've got a gun concealed within it for safety.
And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut
My friend is smoking a 'dutch' cigar while I wait around, relaxed and cautious.
On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance
While I'm showing off my confidence, women are attracted to me and copying my posture.
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
I have a pair of jeans with a Chinese print on them, and the women are spilling drinks on them due to their excitement.
And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me
I have a gun in my pants, so don't get too close and grind up on me.
I can't dance I got the nine on me
I can't dance because I'm carrying a Glock 9mm pistol with me at all times.
Heckler and Koch mami fresh from the box mami
I have a Heckler and Koch pistol fresh from the box and ready for use.
Got your panani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
I made you (emphasis on 'panani,' slang for pussy) wet just by my superior style and fashion sense.
Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
I'm coming straight from the streets but still having fun and enjoying myself.
See life a bitch, but I'm makin' her cum and umm
Life may be difficult at times, but I'm embracing it and making it pleasurable.
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Written by: Barry Reese, Kasseem Dean
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