Blackout
DMX JAY Z The Lox Lyrics


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(Jay) Fuck that
(This is it right here baby)
You know what it is

Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin' bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phoning your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
I need the bugy, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (Yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck

Yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheek in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in yo' spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Ayo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker

Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin '
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (Uh-huh)
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers
Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other

Grr. I'm headed nowhere fast
Run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again (What)
All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (Uh)
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz (Aight)
Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
Got my dogs covered (Uh)
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (What)
"It's Dark," and I love it! (Uh)




Get him boy, let him loose (C'mon)
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'mon)

Overall Meaning

The song "Blackout" by DMX, JAY Z, and The Lox is a bold and brash display of street life, gangsterism, and wealth. The lyrics speak to the success and struggles of living a life in the ghetto, and how they have overcome bad luck to rise to great fame and fortune. They flaunt their riches, making references to Jag trucks, blue steel guns with no hammers, and having the whole advance on their wrist. They speak of their struggles with running drugs and staying alive in the game amidst redneck mountain types and those who undermine and disrespect their accomplishments by simply throwing their group on a track to boost sales.


Throughout the song, the performers maintain a sense of edginess. They speak of running drugs, what they do with their money, and how they are able to get away with these things because of their connections. The lyrics are just as much a challenge to their foes as they are a declaration of their strength and power, with their tough and aggressive delivery giving the overall impression of a brazen street fight.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck that
Disregard that


(This is it right here baby)
(This is the moment)


You know what it is
You understand the situation


Yo, I used to have bad luck
In the past, I had unfortunate circumstances


Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Now I could be driving a Jaguar truck


Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Extremely busy, either with an attractive woman or a low-quality one


Double-R T with the matchin' bandana
Riding in a Rolls-Royce with the matching bandana


38-snub blue steel with no hammer
Carrying a small 38-caliber gun without a loaded hammer


And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
I notice you all trying to sneak a look at Jadakiss


'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Because I walk around with the money you advanced me on my wrist


Phoning your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
Calling your women while intoxicated on Corona beer with a hint of lemon


And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
And you know I'm still writing lyrics skillfully and smoking marijuana


I need the bugy, even though I look, right in the beam
I need a large amount of money, even if I appear calm


Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
If the judge finds out it's my team, he increases their bail


Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
Artists include us on their albums to increase their sales


We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
We present our earnings and seek attention from a record label


'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Because those prejudiced individuals in the mountains will try to harm you


(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
(They refer to me as) Raspy, I inform you of what I want you to know


Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
Ignore your inquiries, you probably don't want me to succeed


I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
I possess a significant amount of influence, so I can evade consequences


Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
Generally a decent person, although I have the capacity to retaliate


You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (Yeah)
You pay 30 thousand for Jadakiss and 100 thousand for The Lox


And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
If we have a good relationship, I'll create a catchy chorus for a song


Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
Whatever money is in the bank is my wager, and I own a powerful dog as a pet


And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
And you can be certain that he will attack fiercely


Yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson
When I fire my gun, I send people to an early grave like Swanson's fish


New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Like a young Bumpy Johnson in New York, I instill fear in you all


Sheek Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
Sheek Louch, the kind of person who would set fire to your beds


And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Consider this a warning, if you're all still alive in the morning, that's acceptable


Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
Now I advise you to go to the neighborhood and obtain what belongs to me


I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I want everyone to surrender their valuable possessions and hide them


I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
I have friends as old as my father who still live the same lifestyle


It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Everyday routine involves waking up and selling drugs, partially at a slow pace


Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a hoe
Earn enough money for a car, verify with Sheek, and go engage with a promiscuous woman


I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
I wear a mink coat that reaches my waist, with a do-rag under my baseball cap


And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
I don't even desire a wavy hairstyle, and my Timberland boots are only partially worn


That's Sheek in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
That's Sheek in the upscale night club, as he does not prefer formal shoes


And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
And to ensure the life of my friend, I swear on the Bible, let it be known


I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
I shoot thirty rounds into your head, all in the same spot


'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Because we have the same objective, and you attempt to interfere with mine?


Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in yo' spine
Don't make me harm you severely and damage your spinal cord


Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
If you mess with me, you will become an irrelevant person, a has-been


Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?
I was earning money before I levied my control over your drug business, are you insane?


Ayo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
Hey, find me with a .38 caliber gun, ammunition, and bullets


In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Inside a 1998 Lincoln car, I'm enjoying a dish of pasta shells


Order to go, always got a box of L's
Ordering food to take away, I always have a box of marijuana cigarettes


Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
Smoke marijuana, stay discreet, grab a bottle of Heineken beer and take a sip


I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I'm Pinero, so I despise deceitful individuals or law enforcement


I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
I talk boldly because I'm the second best rapper, with the first being The Notorious B.I.G.


Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
All of you are inferior, let me have a discussion with your father


'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
Because I enjoy playing chess and forcefully handling my firearm


If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
If I don't approve of someone, I don't even acknowledge their existence


I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
I rap, I'm just a dishonest person trying to become legitimate


You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
You possess a firearm if you're involved in drug dealing


Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
Use your common sense, if there's trouble with law enforcement, flee to the Bahamas and get intoxicated


L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
L.O.X. (The group) earns respect similar to Sonny from the movie "Bronx Tale"


Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
We and DMX form the powerful Ruff Ryder group


Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
Are all of you eager to die, while we have a strong desire to live?


I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
I instruct all my friends to fight back, you won't escape with any money


Motherfucker
You despicable person


Yeah, yeah
Yes, yes


I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
I'm a formidable force, I hibernate during winter and come alive during summer


Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
A person from the ghetto, achieving a level of success comparable to Will Smith


Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Being around luxurious vehicles and attractive women


Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
Striving to not be defined by this nonsense


It started from hunger, til it all went insane
It originated from a desire for success, until it became chaotic


Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
Now women pay attention to the expensive jewelry I wear, after I achieved success


The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The women I manipulated now realize my contact information is no longer available


The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
The use of beepers is outdated, and you're finished, the personification of death has arrived


I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
I recommend that individuals refrain from mentioning my name


'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
Because believe me, you can still experience danger in any circumstance


I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
I continue to move stealthily, while the streets observe, and I remain active


Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
People are infuriated, and the bullets are searching for targets


Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I rap for money, pursue women, but not excessively


I just circle 'round the block in a drop
I simply drive around the neighborhood in a convertible car


Tell them jump through the top (Uh-huh)
Tell them to enter through the convertible roof (Yeah)


Where the sun roof used to be
In the spot where the sunroof was originally located


I could see y'all not used to me
I can tell that you all are unfamiliar with my current state


Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
My rap style is unmatched, I'm the toughest


Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
The strongest gangster, hitting you with the butt of a gun


You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
You're the type of person who fires many shots but fails to hit your target


I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers
I'm the type of person who becomes thrilled when my gun makes contact with you, you bastards


Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other
You all are about to witness an influential and powerful group unlike any other


Grr. I'm headed nowhere fast
Growl. I'm making no progress


Run in the place, gat in my waist
Enter the establishment with a gun tucked in my waist


Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
People desired to confront me, but were too afraid to approach me directly


So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So what does that imply? You guys are being deceptive again


So now what I do? Start namin' names again (What)
So what do I do now? Begin revealing names again


All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (Uh)
All of you know that I speak honestly and genuinely from my heart


Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
Act as if you're unaware, L.O.X. will respond with aggression


We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas
We can escalate the situation, but to ensure fairness, bring more individuals


Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz (Aight)
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we're arriving with around four individuals


Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
You guys better cease your deceptive behavior, because those who have been overlooked will be the ones retaliating


That'll get you shot in your mouth
That will result in you getting shot in the face


Got my dogs covered (Uh)
I have my allies protected


Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (What)
Furthermore, everything is going smoothly, like chicken covered in gravy


"It's Dark," and I love it! (Uh)
"It's Dark," and I love the darkness and chaos! (Uh)


Get him boy, let him loose (C'mon)
Attack him, boy, release him (C'mon)


You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'mon)
You're seeking confrontation with a dangerous individual? Acquire a firearm, let him shoot (C'mon)




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, KASSEEM DEAN, SEAN JACOBS, JASON PHILLIPS, EARL SIMMONS, DAVID STYLES

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