His debut album, "Quik Is The Name" was led by the success of two top 20 R&B singles, "Tonite" and "Born and Raised in Compton." "Tonite" even charted on the pop charts. The album ended up reaching 10th on the album charts. None of his successive albums reached the success of his debut, though they have been well received in California, particularly his 1998 release "Rhythm-Al-Ism." His most popular albums are Quik Is The Name and Safe + Sound. . On "Safe + Sound" appears "Dollaz And Sense," which was a diss track to Compton rapper and member of the rival Tragniew Park Crips MC Eiht. Though full of bravado at the time, Quik now admits to fearing for his life during the period.
Instead of joining the G-Funk movement during the 1990's, DJ Quik had his own style that a new version of P-Funk, inspired by artists like Roger Troutman (who even taught him the use of the talkbox, which became a trademark for Quik's sound in the 1990's) and George Clinton. Throughout his career, Quik has collaborated with and produced for artists including 2Pac ("Heartz of Men", "Words To My First Born", "Late Night"), Janet Jackson ("All For You"), Snoop Dogg (e.g. "Doin' Too Much", "Buss'n Rocks", "Don't Tell"), Talib Kweli ("Put It In The Air"), Whitney Houston ("Fine"), Kurupt ("Can't Go Wrong"), Jay-Z ("Justify My Thug"), Xzibit ("Sorry I'm Away So Much"), Ludacris ("Spur of the Moment"), Chingy ("Bagg Up", and "Wurr's My Cash"),Dr. Dre, 2nd II None, Hi-C, Suga Free ("Street Gospel" album and on the "New Testament" album), 8Ball & MJG ("Buck Bounce") and others. Though he formally produced only "Heartz of Men" on 2Pac's masterpiece "All Eyez On Me" album, he went uncredited for work on many other tracks on the album; on that track he used his real name David Blake, because Profile did not allow him to use his stage name. In 2002, he produced Truth Hurts' Top 10 pop hit "Addictive". Quik used an uncleared Hindi sample on the record, and the copyright holders eventually filed a $500 million dollar lawsuit against Truth Hurts' label, Aftermath Entertainment.
Quik faced personal and professional tragedy when his friend and protegé Mausberg was murdered on the 4th of July, 2000. This was compounded by the death of his best friend Daryl Reed soon after.
Following 2000's "Balance and Options" CD he was dropped by Arista Records which in 1998 had bought Profile Records. In September 2005, DJ Quik released his first independent album on his own new label, Mad Science, which was supposed to be distributed by Warner Bros but Quik was forced to let Time Warner and so signed his Mad Science with Fontana/Universal. The album is titled "Trauma" and reflects the turmoil in the producer's life over the past few years. He than released "Trauma: Instrumentals". In recent years he has worked with a 74 piece orchestra during a collaboration with Marcus Miller while working on the score to the movie "Head of State." Over the years, Quik has morphed from a hardcore gangsta rapper to a mainstream producer and rapper who is not afraid to change his style. He has not abandoned his West Coast roots and now produces very much his own unique style.
Dollaz + Sense
DJ Quik Lyrics
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'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the see-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K
With no see still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck
'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playin' with your punk ass
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets
It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'
To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-see, little straight G
And that little singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
In DJ Quik's track "Dollaz + Sense," Quik addresses the issue of disloyalty in the rap game, calling out those who try to diss him and the lack of respect they show to those who have been in the game for years. Quik asserts that he gets respect because of his longevity and established position, while the others cannot even get a nod of approval from their own crew. He also threatens Eiht, who he sees as a fake gangsta, and makes fun of his weight and acting skills. Quik declares that he is still the king of Compton and everyone needs to know their place in the game.
Throughout the song, Quik reiterates his belief that if it doesn't make dollars, it doesn't make sense. He ends the song by shouting out his friends and associates, including Dozun Tru, Death Row, Big Suge, Big J, Hi-see and Danny Boy. Quik's lyrics convey his arrogance and confidence in his abilities as a rapper, and his disregard for those who do not show him the respect he believes he deserves.
Line by Line Meaning
Now let's get down to business, bitches
Now, let's focus on what's important, ladies
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Because it appears that you all continue to attempt to disrespect me
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
A person that you're familiar with, who has been loyal for a long time
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
I've entertained and outshined others for a long time, and you could never surpass my friends
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
I am superior in every way, Eiht, you cannot defeat me
'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
Because I receive respect from all directions
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
And you are a person who doesn't receive recognition in your own group
Tragniew Park you say huh
You claim to represent Tragniew Park, huh?
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
You want to act tough, but now it's time to engage in gang violence
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
So pay attention, I want you all to understand
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
I'm about to explain it clearly to this person, listen
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
These are the types of trees on the west side, representing our strength
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
The west side gangs are eliminating the weak and troublesome individuals
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
Those are the members of our gang from the 300 and 400 blocks, who are highly respected
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
So, be cautious when you're in our territory
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
Now, Aaron Tyler, explain to me why you appear so calm and submissive
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
When I encountered you at the airport, you were trembling like dice in a gambling game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
You noticed my group approaching
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
And you appeared as if you were about to flee like a coward
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
But all I wanted was to have a brief discussion
And see if we can fix this little situation
And see if we can resolve this minor issue
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
But you were concerned if I would physically harm you
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
That's likely the reason you changed your phone number
But bitches like you don't grow
But individuals like you don't develop or mature
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
You can't even make eye contact with me, let alone confront me face to face
And callin' me skinny, youse a clown
And mocking my slim figure shows that you're a fool
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
I'll refer to you as Theo, a mocking nickname, because you weigh only 92.3 pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
You're a terrible actor, pretending to be dangerous in movie scripts
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Fool, don't you realize that I, Quik, am still the most important person
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
You should stop, Compton psycho, boy
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
Your music doesn't succeed, and women aren't interested in you
You need to stay down you Compton clown
You should remain insignificant, you clown from Compton
And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
And stop being so obsessed with and influenced by courageous individuals
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
Because I am affiliated with the Trees gang and Death Row Records
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
I am associated with Black Tone, and I support the 4th Street gang
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
So when our paths intersect, and I hope it happens soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
I'm going to kick your ass so hard that it sends you flying to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
You should stop pretending to be a gang member
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because if it doesn't make money, it doesn't have value
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the art of pimping begin
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Now, I'm going to shift my focus from one aspect to another
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
Take a moment to relax and handle it skillfully
This is dedicated to the see-P-T
This is dedicated to the Southside Compton gang, C.P.T.
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
Even better, the Tree Top Piru gang, or the individuals who admire and respect me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
It is my mission to always remain authentic
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
And whenever I have the opportunity, I strive to be witty and innovative
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K
So, regardless of whether or not you comprehend it, there is only one DJ Quik
With no see still you can't be me
Even without vision, you still cannot be like me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Because I'm driving my Lexus and earning large sums of money
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Having a lot of sexual encounters while showing off my Acura NSX
Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
Doing whatever I want, and you are going to fail, my friend
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
For believing that you could catch me off guard on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Remember that Compton is present, and I, Quik, am representing the neighborhood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
Drinking cognac with all my friends because it's very enjoyable
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
So, don't criticize it until you experience it, because Eiht attempted to criticize it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
But he is still walking around carrying my influence
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
So, represent the Piru gang and enjoy a Miller beer
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
And for those of you who are interested, I am still a threat to Eiht
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
Let me relieve some stress, you annoying pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest
If it doesn't generate money, my friend, you understand the consequences
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the art of pimping begin
Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
Now, I have dedicated myself completely to the music that I create
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
While you, pathetic groupie individuals, continue to seek attention and favor
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
You should understand that DJ Quik is exceptional
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Every day, I am clever and deceitful like a snake, because I deceived you
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
Now, I have never engaged in a sexual act with a man before
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
But you will be the first one, you insignificant person
Then you can tell me just how it taste
Then you can describe to me how it feels
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
But before I ejaculate, I will urinate on your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck
You coward, shaking like a scared and anxious individual
'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
Because when I confronted you, you realized your own inferiority
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
And when you walked away, you did so quickly and efficiently
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
You are not a real killer, you are a clown, bitch
Tell me why you act so scary
Explain why you behave so fearfully
Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
Tarnishing the reputation of your gang with your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
E-I-H-T, now should I go on
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Yeah, you excluded the 'G' because you don't possess those qualities
Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side
Remember that time when you were driving through the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
And a modest old car pulled up next to yours
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Trapped at that traffic light in your Camry in the middle of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
Genuine killer, tell me, did you experience some anxiety
You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens
You were in a dangerous situation with two .357 Magnum guns
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Aimed at your chest, what were you going to do, where were your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Comrades who can protect you, you don't have any protectors, so stress that
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass
Raising your hands and pleading for mercy
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
You're fortunate they didn't immediately start shooting at you
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
Because this game that you find amusing is actually serious
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!
So, you should be cautious about who you mess with, bitch!
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the art of pimping begin
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the people begin
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the art of pimping begin
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Because you must acknowledge the superior leader
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Now, I'm going to shift my focus from one aspect to another
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
Take a moment to relax and handle it skillfully
This is dedicated to the see-P-T
This is dedicated to the Southside Compton gang, C.P.T.
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
Even better, the Tree Top Piru gang, or the individuals who admire and respect me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
It is my mission to always remain authentic
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
And whenever I have the opportunity, I strive to be witty and innovative
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K
So, regardless of whether or not you comprehend it, there is only one DJ Quik
With no see still you can't be me
Even without vision, you still cannot be like me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Because I'm driving my Lexus and earning large sums of money
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Having a lot of sexual encounters while showing off my Acura NSX
Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
Doing whatever I want, and you are going to fail, my friend
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
For believing that you could catch me off guard on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Remember that Compton is present, and I, Quik, am representing the neighborhood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
Drinking cognac with all my friends because it's very enjoyable
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
So, don't criticize it until you experience it, because Eiht attempted to criticize it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
But he is still walking around carrying my influence
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
So, represent the Piru gang and enjoy a Miller beer
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
And for those of you who are interested, I am still a threat to Eiht
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
Let me relieve some stress, you annoying pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest
If it doesn't generate money, my friend, you understand the consequences
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the art of pimping begin
Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
Now, I have dedicated myself completely to the music that I create
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
While you, pathetic groupie individuals, continue to seek attention and favor
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
You should understand that DJ Quik is exceptional
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Every day, I am clever and deceitful like a snake, because I deceived you
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
Now, I have never engaged in a sexual act with a man before
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
But you will be the first one, you insignificant person
Then you can tell me just how it taste
Then you can describe to me how it feels
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
But before I ejaculate, I will urinate on your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck
You coward, shaking like a scared and anxious individual
'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
Because when I confronted you, you realized your own inferiority
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
And when you walked away, you did so quickly and efficiently
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
You are not a real killer, you are a clown, bitch
Tell me why you act so scary
Explain why you behave so fearfully
Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
Tarnishing the reputation of your gang with your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
E-I-H-T, now should I go on
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Yeah, you excluded the 'G' because you don't possess those qualities
Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side
Remember that time when you were driving through the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
And a modest old car pulled up next to yours
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Trapped at that traffic light in your Camry in the middle of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
Genuine killer, tell me, did you experience some anxiety
You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens
You were in a dangerous situation with two .357 Magnum guns
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Aimed at your chest, what were you going to do, where were your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Comrades who can protect you, you don't have any protectors, so stress that
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass
Raising your hands and pleading for mercy
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
You're fortunate they didn't immediately start shooting at you
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
Because this game that you find amusing is actually serious
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!
So, you should be cautious about who you mess with, bitch!
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the art of pimping begin
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the people begin
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
So, don't ruin the game, let the art of pimping begin
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it doesn't generate money, it doesn't have value
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Because you must acknowledge the superior leader
Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
Greetings are sent to my close friend and companion
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
Hello Dozun Tru, people don't comprehend it, baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets
They can't defeat us on these streets of Compton
It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire
It's more significant than they can comprehend, to the entire
Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
Death Row Records family on both sides, what's up, my friends
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'
And my friend Big Suge, known for causing excitement and maintaining order
To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-see, little straight G
To my friend Big J, my younger friend Hi-see, a genuine gangster
And that little singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
And that small, talented individual named Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
You all don't understand, you can't compete with this
I'm the first nigga that was 'Bangin' on Wax'
I am the first person who recorded 'Bangin' on Wax'
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
Yes, if you remember, the underground tapes from 1987
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
And it continues, and it won't end
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID MARVIN BLAKE
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