Finale
DMX Lyrics


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I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag

Uhh, this is it baby
End of the road, ha hah
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon

Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
From the Friday The 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin', snatch yo' ass
Out that S-class for fakin', forty-fo' blast
Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half, you get plugged here, that's just impossible
For the weak at last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
'Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
To be here, and each year, I'm pourin' out more beer
For deceased peers, holdin' fort
Police line 'do not cross', they found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale

Who wan' test me, c'mon
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun

Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, liquor pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin' they gats
Fiends yellin' out, "who got those" go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin' from court cases
Slugs shootin' past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down 'cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The mayor want to call the SWAT team to come and kill us
But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
To get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three-six to eighteen
And only five in, the belly of the beast
Didn't want to hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggas from the hood, hangin' off his teeth
We slangin' to eat, bringin' the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

When you a dawg you a dawg for life (Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (Let us fly)
Come on niggas (We dawgs for life)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life (Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (Let us fly)
Come on niggas (We dawgs for life)

There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin' to get it? (Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you, I hear you

I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, 'cause I know it's a dream
Niggas that don't know me see me and think I'mma rob 'em
Niggas that know me well see me and think I'mma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to Miz I turn your last name to underwood
'Cause if I see it, I'mma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how much you need?
Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed
How much you plead, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin' up out that ass you feelin', gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
One more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall

When you a dawg you a dawg for life (Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (Let us fly)
Come on niggas (We dawgs for life)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life (Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (See eye to eye)




Give us one shot at life (Let us fly)
Come on niggas (We dawgs for life)

Overall Meaning

The song Grand Finale by rapper DMX is a recollection of the hardships experienced in the streets of the ghetto where violence and crime are rampant. DMX begins by stating his refusal to go back to jail and affirms his desire to stay alive. He emphasizes the difficulty of survival in the harsh environment of the ghetto and warns of the danger of encountering young guns who show no mercy in their dealings. The chorus of β€œWhen you a dawg, you a dawg for life” underscores the notion that once you are entrenched in the culture of the streets, there is no going back. The lyrics go on to describe various scenes of violence and criminal activity including homicides, drug dealing, and carjacking that are the norm in these parts.


DMX paints a vivid picture of the harsh reality of living in the ghetto where life is cheap, and everyone is both predator and prey. His lyrics eloquently convey the sense of despair, hopelessness, and solitude felt by inhabitants of such neighborhoods, where law enforcement is often absent, and survival depends on one's ability to navigate the harsh terrain of the streets. He uses imagery to describe the brutal nature of street life and conveys the idea that one must always be ready to fight or die.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't goin back to jail
I will do whatever it takes to avoid returning to prison.


Next time, the county or the state see me, It's gonna be in a bag
If I encounter law enforcement again, it will likely end in my death.


Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
Beware of those youthful individuals who show no mercy, as they pose a threat to everyone.


From the Friday The 13th, ghetto Jason
Similar to the iconic horror character Jason Voorhees on Friday the 13th, these individuals bring fear and violence to the urban environment.


Itchy trigger finger achin', snatch yo' ass
Impulsive and trigger-happy individuals are ready to apprehend or harm you.


Out that S-class for fakin', forty-fo' blast
They will forcefully remove you from a luxurious vehicle and use a .44 caliber firearm to unleash a barrage of bullets.


Ain't no love here, just slugs here
There is no affection or kindness present, only deadly projectiles.


Kids know the half, you get plugged here, that's just impossible
Even the younger generations are aware of the dangerous nature of this environment, and it is nearly impossible to escape the cycle of violence.


Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
There is a constant state of surveillance and awareness, both from external forces and from within oneself.


Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Being in a confined space, like a jail cell, makes it difficult to actively resist, leading individuals to seek a plea deal to minimize their punishment.


Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
As young gangsters, our destiny and purpose are intertwined with death, so there is no need for tears when I meet my demise.


Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Instead, remain armed and loyal, ready to defend my legacy and seek vengeance on my behalf.


'Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
No matter the circumstances, we are bound together like family, standing strong through the good times and the bad.


From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
Emerging from a disadvantaged background, you engage in aggressive criminal activities to survive, even if it causes pain and suffering to others.


To be here, and each year, I'm pourin' out more beer
Despite the risks and loss of life, I continue to toast and commemorate fallen comrades with increased frequency.


For deceased peers, holdin' fort
I remain steadfast in preserving the memory and reputation of those who have passed away.


Police line 'do not cross', they found his corpse
The crime scene is marked with caution tape as the authorities discover the lifeless body of a victim.


In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
The gruesome scene reveals a decapitated body, stripped of all clothing.


Homicide the crime method, add another
The method employed to commit the crime is murder, and it adds another statistic to the ongoing violence.


Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale
With this lyrical contribution, I deliver a powerful and impactful conclusion to the narrative of violence and death.


Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
The streets are filled with danger and law enforcement actively seeking suspects, resulting in a monotonous atmosphere filled with tension.


Friday night, getting bent, liquor pourin'
During the weekend, people are indulging in excessive alcohol consumption, leading to a wild and chaotic atmosphere.


My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
My close associate, having recently been released from incarceration, wastes no time engaging in criminal activity, including shooting a woman.


In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
He targets individuals involved in the drug trade, stealing from them and potentially resorting to violence.


Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
A young individual associated with gang activity is shot and injured by someone from a group home.


Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin' they gats
The entire neighborhood is on edge, armed and ready for potential conflicts.


Fiends yellin' out, "who got those" go and see
Drug addicts are desperately searching for their next fix, eager to find a dealer to satisfy their cravings.


Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Despite being young and inexperienced, this young individual has managed to accumulate wealth without flaunting it.


Thug faces, fugitives runnin' from court cases
The streets are filled with individuals who display hardened and intimidating expressions, as they are fugitives evading legal consequences.


Slugs shootin' past for the love of drug paper
Gunshots are fired with reckless abandon due to the desire for financial gain derived from the drug trade.


Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
In Queens, there are individuals who possess the ability and willingness to take lives, whether they are soldiers or involved in the drug trade.


And God'll throw a beam of lightning down 'cause he feel us
The presence of God is acknowledged, as if he were to strike down with a bolt of lightning, it would be a sign that he is aware of their actions.


May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
If I am not an authentic and genuine individual, then may the next act of divine punishment be directed at me.


The mayor want to call the SWAT team to come and kill us
The mayor is inclined to deploy a specialized police unit, SWAT, in an attempt to eliminate us.


But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
Despite the conflicts and dangers we face, we mutually support and protect each other, ensuring that if one falls, the other will survive.


To get revenge, and we ride to the end
We are motivated by a desire for vengeance and will persist in our actions until the very end.


Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
The courageous individuals in our group smoke marijuana laced with Hennessy, yet we continue to face and overcome challenges.


Took alive with live men, my man got three-six to eighteen
It is a victory in itself to escape imprisonment and live amongst others who are alive, while my friend received a prison sentence of three to eighteen years.


And only five in, the belly of the beast
Having served only five years, he is confined within the highly oppressive and dangerous prison system.


Didn't want to hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
Despite my efforts to offer guidance and advice, he refused to listen to the valuable information I shared while we were on the streets.


It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
The authorities have no interest in considering our circumstances or understanding our struggles, as they readily target and mistreat individuals of African descent.


And got us niggas from the hood, hangin' off his teeth
They have managed to gain control over us, individuals who hail from the impoverished neighborhoods, as if we were mere playthings hanging from the teeth of a predator.


We slangin' to eat, bringin' the heat
We engage in illegal activities, such as drug dealing, to provide for our basic needs and constantly face dangerous situations.


Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
Bullet wounds and knife injuries serve as physical reminders of the pain and suffering endured in the urban environment.


I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
I feel as though I no longer have a firm grasp on reality, although this may just be a perception.


Pinch myself to wake up, 'cause I know it's a dream
In an attempt to regain a sense of reality, I metaphorically pinch myself, recognizing that the current circumstances may be an illusion.


Niggas that don't know me see me and think I'mma rob 'em
Strangers who are unfamiliar with me perceive me as a potential threat, assuming that I am inclined to rob them.


Niggas that know me well see me and think I'mma problem
On the other hand, individuals who are acquainted with me view me as someone who often causes trouble or turmoil.


I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
In reality, I am simply an individual who is often misinterpreted or not fully comprehended by others.


But word to Miz I turn your last name to underwood
As a means of asserting dominance or power, I have the ability to diminish or diminish your reputation, much like a magician making something disappear.


'Cause if I see it, I'mma take it and run with it, that's me
If I come across something valuable or beneficial, I will seize it and capitalize on the opportunity, as that is an intrinsic part of who I am.


What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
I am often subjected to skepticism or disbelief, as others question the validity or legitimacy of my actions and intentions.


The dawg come and getcha outside
I, as the designated protector or enforcer, will step in and confront or handle any potential threat or conflict, even if it occurs outside of a specific location.


The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Violence escalates and injuries become more severe when I use a short-barreled firearm to inflict harm or damage.


Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
The discharge of firearms produces a distinct sound as bullets fly through the air, signifying the precision and accuracy of the shots.


Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
The bullets strike their target, causing damage or injury that can be likened to an unwanted and forceful kiss to the mouth.


Drama, it's right here, how much you need?
Conflict and tension are present in abundance, and the question posed is how much more of it do you require or desire?


Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed
If necessary, I am prepared to physically assault or harm you with a firearm to demonstrate the severity of your potential injuries.


How much you plead, for your life, you was a killer
I mockingly inquire how desperately you would plead for your life, despite being someone who has taken the lives of others.


And all the bitches comin' up out that ass you feelin', gettin realer
The women who were once attracted to you are now abandoning or turning against you, illustrating the increasing severity and authenticity of the situation.


Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
I demand that you plead for your life once again, as this potentially represents your final opportunity to do so before the deadly consequences.


One more nine, c'mon cry nigga
One more gunshot from a 9mm handgun will seal your fate, so go ahead and cry out, knowing that it will be futile.


It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
It is the end! This moment signifies the culmination of events and its impact is deeply felt and significant.


You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall
In this world of violence and survival, you will either emerge as the final survivor or meet your demise as the last one to perish.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROBIN MAYS, IRVING LORENZO, NASIR JONES, LORENZO PATTERSON, ANDRE ROMEL YOUNG, EARL SIMMONS, CLIFFORD SMITH

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