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.
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DJ Quik Lyrics
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Your friendly neighborhood player
Suga Free, is in this bitch, bitch
Now, I wanna break it down for my nigga, DJ Quik
The almighty, funkster
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Worth three thousand, you don't hear me
Droppin' some bomb shit, fo yo, ass
As we dip da, tip toe to the nine, seven
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Naw, uh, oh, bitch you done fucked up
Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a long look
At another niggas name and his neighborhood
Straight struck her
But life in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she
Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
He'll do a violation, and she know west [Incomprehensible]
To realize only reason, that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm
I, pimpin' a padron on the first degree
I'm writin' letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me
But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and 'bout that
'Cause that bitch lips so big
Chopstick had to invent a spray,so, hey, fuck that
You know that player hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body
That's funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money
In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior
Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac
With some of that jack, off nut colored interior
Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin'
But you were a winner
Lil' mo in my Cadillac [Incomprehensible] panties in my [Incomprehensible]
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Yeah, it's Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect?
I'm back with Suga Free and Hi see, for all respect
'Cause I've been doin' this shit for years and still impressin'
Tryna get whatcha on me, nothin' mo, nothin' less
'Cause in my black Lex, I rolls from county to county
City to city, lookin' for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties
And bitches, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
Because I speaks softly and carries a big ol' dick
And um, I like the bitches that ain't scared to use they hands
I like the bitches that'd get naked in the back of the van
Yeah, see, see, I paid ya like I'm major
You bitches steadily gettin' over them, niggas, that done paid ya
But then I just fire my Newport and look at ya stupid
And then shoot you with an arrow like dick 'cause I ain't Cupid
Now, learn to tip toe ?
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
I bet ya recognize me, I'm nasty as they come Mr. H I see
Tip Toe, but don't ya run, 'cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the tree
DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
Now, tell me what ya want, baby, what ya need?
I slap meat to a freak and make the ho, nose bleed
'Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
And ain't givin up shit with yo nappy weed
See I a hoe, like you can shake my spot
Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
Naw, it don't stop, we stays on top
And bust like a muthafuckin' fo, fo shot
Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
Intoxicated, man, I hate it when I scrapes the curb
Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
God damn ho, don't bitch, ya tryna work me
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
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The lyrics of DJ Quik/Suga Free's song Tip Toe are about living the player lifestyle and the different experiences that come along with it. The song features the two rappers - DJ Quik and Suga Free - collaborating to create a track that focuses on their personal experiences as players. The opening lyrics of the song express the respect that Suga Free has for DJ Quik, who is revered as one of the best producers in the game.
The rest of the lyrics present a commentary on the life of a player that Suga Free and DJ Quik lead. They talk about being player haters, being on the lookout for dark honeys, and associating with other players. The lyrics mention a woman who accuses one of the players of hitting her and his subsequent legal troubles. The lyrics suggest that for players, relationships with women are often transactional, and they are always searching for new partnerships. The chorus "tip toe but don't ya run" implies the need for players to be cautious when approaching women.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, yeah, once again
Starting off the song with an assurance of the return of Suga Free
Your friendly neighborhood player
Describing himself as a friendly neighborhood player
Suga Free, is in this bitch, bitch
Introducing himself
Now, I wanna break it down for my nigga, DJ Quik
Addressing and introducing DJ Quik
The almighty, funkster
Complimenting DJ Quik's musical skills
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Highlighting DJ Quik's expertise with the MPC60 music production tool
Worth three thousand, you don't hear me
Stating the worth of the MPC60 music production tool
Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi see
Mentioning fellow musicians who worked on the song
Droppin' some bomb shit, fo yo, ass
Stating that they are releasing some amazing music
As we dip da, tip toe to the nine, seven
Referring to the act of sneaking around or avoiding detection
Hold on, here we come
Announcing their arrival
Tip toe but don't ya run
Advising to proceed cautiously without drawing attention
Naw, uh, oh, bitch you done fucked up
Addressing a woman who made a mistake
Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a long look
Stating that he went through her phone book
At another niggas name and his neighborhood
Finding out about another man in her life
Straight struck her
Feeling disappointed about the woman's actions
But life in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she
Referring to a woman who no longer has any impact on his life
Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
Accusing the woman of falsely accusing him of domestic violence to violate his parole
He'll do a violation, and she know west [Incomprehensible]
Speculating about the possible consequences of the false accusation
To realize only reason, that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm
Making a derogatory comment about a woman's profession
I, pimpin' a padron on the first degree
Referring to himself as a pimp
I'm writin' letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me
Writing letters to a woman who no longer cares for him
But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and 'bout that
Reasserting himself as a pimp who is always ready to take action
'Cause that bitch lips so big
Talking about a woman's physical features
Chopstick had to invent a spray,so, hey, fuck that
Making a joke about the size of a woman's lips
You know that player hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body
Making a reference to a person who dislikes players
That's funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money
Expressing eagerness to earn money
In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior
Addressing himself as a superior pimp
Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac
Reference to the Cadillac car used in pimping
With some of that jack, off nut colored interior
Joking about a car's interior color
Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin'
Addressing a woman who is upset
But you were a winner
Encouraging the woman and emphasizing her worth
Lil' mo in my Cadillac [Incomprehensible] panties in my [Incomprehensible]
Making reference to some sexual act
Yeah, it's Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect?
Introducing DJ Quik and his reputation
I'm back with Suga Free and Hi see, for all respect
Announcing the collaboration among the musicians
'Cause I've been doin' this shit for years and still impressin'
Highlighting the years of experience and still impressing people
Tryna get whatcha on me, nothin' mo, nothin' less
Asserting that nothing can stop him
'Cause in my black Lex, I rolls from county to county
Stating his mode of transportation while traveling
City to city, lookin' for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties
Searching for women with certain physical characteristics
And bitches, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
Warning women against trying to play him
Because I speaks softly and carries a big ol' dick
Boasting about his sexual prowess
And um, I like the bitches that ain't scared to use they hands
Referring to women who are willing to fight
I like the bitches that'd get naked in the back of the van
Making a reference to sexual activities in a van
See, see, I paid ya like I'm major
Boasting about having money to pay women
You bitches steadily gettin' over them, niggas, that done paid ya
Accusing women of cheating on men who paid them
But then I just fire my Newport and look at ya stupid
Making a threat to women
And then shoot you with an arrow like dick 'cause I ain't Cupid
Threatening to harm women because he is not a romantic
Now, learn to tip toe ?
Returning to the theme of sneaking around and avoiding detection
I bet ya recognize me, I'm nasty as they come Mr. H I see
Asserting himself as someone who is nasty and mean
Tip Toe, but don't ya run, 'cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the tree
Advising caution and referring to himself and associates as dogs
DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
Mentioning the musicians involved in the song
Now, tell me what ya want, baby, what ya need?
Asking what the woman wants or needs
I slap meat to a freak and make the ho, nose bleed
Making a crude reference to sexual activity
'Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
Accusing the woman of smoking all the weed
And ain't givin up shit with yo nappy weed
Making a derogatory comment about the woman
See I a hoe, like you can shake my spot
Insulting the woman
Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
Making a crude sexual reference
Naw, it don't stop, we stays on top
Asserting himself and associates as superior
And bust like a muthafuckin' fo, fo shot
Making a reference to violence
Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
Dismissing the women's possessions
Intoxicated, man, I hate it when I scrapes the curb
Stating that he hates damaging his car when he is drunk
Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
Telling a story about a woman who tried to exploit him
God damn ho, don't bitch, ya tryna work me
Insulting the woman who tried to exploit him
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID BLAKE, DAJUAN WALKER, CRAWFORD WILKERSON
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