Change The Game )
DJ Clue Lyrics


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Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin

Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Young Hova in the house Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter




Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to DJ Clue's song "Change The Game" are all about showing off and establishing dominance within the rap game. The song features verses from several rappers associated with Roc-A-Fella Records, including Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek, and Jay-Z. Each verse focuses on the rapper's own skills and accomplishments, with braggadocious lines like "Who hotter than us?" and "Matter of fact, the East coast took it from me."


The chorus of the song, "Don't change the game for these hoes / Who plays the game like we supposed," seems to be calling out other rappers who try to change their style or conform in order to please certain people, particularly women. The Roc-A-Fella crew asserts that they are the ones who know how to play the game of rap, and they're not going to compromise their style or values for anyone else.


Overall, "Change The Game" is a song that displays the confidence and swagger that characterized early 2000s hip hop, with each rapper striving to outdo the others in terms of flow, lyrics, and overall coolness.


Line by Line Meaning

Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take it easy and calm down. Stop worrying and be at peace with yourself.


You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You are now in the company of the dangerous and tough street people from the Roc, aka Roc-A-Fella Records.


Sigel Sigel in the house
Sigel Sigel is here, announcing his presence.


Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Those who oppose DJ Clue will face the consequences and potentially have their wig pushed back.


Still here, never left
Bleek is still present and has not gone away or disappeared.


Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Bleek is still holding his own in the industry, smoking, and making money.


Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Jigga is enjoying expensive Cristal champagne, wearing a lot of flashy jewelry, and living the high life.


Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Jigga always drives in a car with 20-inch wheels when people see him around town.


Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
He also drives a car equipped with spinning rims that seem to chop or slice through the air.


It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
The Roc is considered the best in the game, and nobody can compete with them.


Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
Jigga is thinking about changing his name to Jay Peso, potentially hinting at his focus on gaining money and success.


But in the meantime, call me William H. though
Until he makes a final decision, he'll go by William H.


On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
He's riding a platinum-colored Yamaha motorcycle and gunning the engine, ready for action.


Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
He's throwing up his Roc signs (hand gesture) like someone would throw up liquor on an empty stomach, showing off and being flashy.


Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Are you not listening to me and realizing how great I am?


Who that, Mac?
Jigga is curious who is nearby and referring to them as Mac.


Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Someone corrects Jigga and says it's actually M. Bleek who is coming.


Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
If you want to see Bleek, you'll have to go to South Beach where he can avoid the police.


Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
He's carrying a gun on his lap and has a woman on his back, perhaps while riding in a car.


Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
He's got a small bottle of cognac in his pocket and is smoking strong marijuana, which he refers to as sticky chocolate.


Holla if you want drama with / The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and Sigel
He's warning others that if they want trouble with him or his crew, known as The Dynasty and consisting of Amil, Bleek, Jigga, and Sigel, they can speak up and declare it.


Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
He's carrying a Desert Eagle, which is a powerful and intimidating handgun, and is asking who else can compare.


Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
The Roc is branded all over, as their clothing and accessories display the Roc logo, with bandannas and white t-shirts representing the Roc style.


Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
It's unlikely you'll ever see him without a gun, as he always wants to protect himself.


You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
He usually keeps his gun under his wifebeater shirt, showing his readiness for any situation.


Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
He's wearing 3XT size clothes, which is difficult to find, and his expensive watch (the pound) is difficult to purchase.


I run wild, gun high, L.A. style / Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
He's living a wild and crazy life, often drinking and smoking marijuana, while still carrying a gun, even shooting it at dawn.


Whether block shit or rock shit / Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
He's got a lot of money and is ready to spend it, whether it's investing in block, rock, club or drug business, and he's not afraid to talk about it to show off.


Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it / Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
He's confident in his skills, so if you give Sig' any track, he'll rap over it. People down South will dance to it, and even Crips in California are interested in hearing it.


We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
He's encouraging people to smoke, with the idea of putting smoke in the air, showing his disregard for rules and authority.


Don't change the game for these hoes / Who plays the game like we supposed
He's warning others not to change what they are doing in order to please women or anyone else, as they should stay true to themselves and play the game with integrity.


I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's / More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
He always wears a lot of chains to events and shows, more than he even wears rings, and nobody will dare mess with him or say anything about it.


I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged / Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
He's carrying a .44 caliber handgun with him and is willing to use it in broad daylight, even aiming it at someone's head if he has to, and reminding people that he is Jigga or Hov'.


One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya / It's only one Roc La Familia
He's such a good shooter that he can take you out with just one shot, like the infamous criminal Dillinger, and there's only one Roc La Familia, or one true family.


Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
He's accusing the East Coast of imitating him and stealing his style and sound.


Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit / Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
He's still making authentic and truthful music, even with his fourth album, and Volume 3 sold more records than famous actor and rapper Will Smith's album.


Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
People are suggesting that he's making a comeback, but he's denying this and asserting that he's always been at the top of the rap game and still runs it.


Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
He's sold five million records and plans to do it again, showing his confidence and ambition.


Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner / Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
He's a former sinner, or someone who has made mistakes in the past, yet he's now successful and has won a Grammy award. He's also always on TV and successful, with highlights of his appearances on Sportscenter.


Please repeat after me, there's only one rule / I will not, lose!
He's giving a message to his fans and asking them to repeat after him: Only one rule exists, which is not to lose, and implying that he always wins.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DELMAR DREW ARNAUD, RICARDO BROWN, SHAWN CARTER, GEORGE S CLINTON, WILLIAM BOOTSY COLLINS, DWIGHT GRANT, RICARDO THOMAS, BERNARD WORRELL

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@snub3894

Nobody got more features than Jay z man is a hip-hop icon .

@Mr2mixed4u

This was my shit growing up 🔥🔥

@djkidfresh6756

Forgot about this remix ..kurupt murdered the whole thing

@abdulmuhammad8900

YEAH HE DID HE WENT THE FUCK OFF REAL TALK!

@AIRJAVITUBE

Kurrupt went off!!

@frankwhite1895

Hard to believe what rap sounded like then compared to now🤦🏽‍♂️

@aliceburt1206

Beanie: Get ur wig pushed back by the wig push backer😂😂😂😂

@keithglenn9746

Worldwide hustler, R O C, DPG! I loved this back then in 2000.

@noorur

Kurupt killed it

@h_grizztailgate8996

This timeless music is misunderstood heavyweight shit right here if you grew up in it ya know 🥂

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