Murder Ink
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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When darkness be closin in
I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
Knowin that your end is beginnin
Swift silent and deadly
There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement
For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
Even at your down-low weed spot
But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
I didn't want people gathering and stuff
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag
Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet

This is anybody (Murderah)
To fuckin' everybody (Murderah)
Nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody (Murderah)
Motherfuckin' everybody (Murderah)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed

Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
Lurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work
Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
The fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
A thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast
Thug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last?
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know
That his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo'

I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)
Bitch this is anybody (Murderah)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)
Uhh bitch this is anybody (Murderah)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)




Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dr. Dre's song "Murder Ink" describe the actions of a calculated and cold-blooded murderer. The persona in the song is confident and motivated, even when faced with a sense of impending darkness. The lyrics indicate that the murderer has carefully chosen their targets, watching them for six months and becoming familiar with their every movement. The persona is described as being swift, silent, and deadly, with no possibility of defending against their attacks. The murderer is depicted as having no remorse for their actions, even robbing and killing their victims without hesitation. The lyrics are written in a way that highlights the persona's arrogance and disregard for human life, resulting in an unsettling and disturbing tone.


The chorus of the song introduces the persona as a "murderah," implying that they are willing to kill anyone, at any time. The use of profanity and aggressive language further emphasizes the persona's lack of morals and disregard for societal norms. The lyrics are written in a way that glorifies violence and criminal behavior, promoting a disregard for human life that is troubling.


Line by Line Meaning

When darkness be closin in
When things get tough or scary


I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
I am inspired by tough times


With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
I have a list of people who deserve to be punished


Knowin that your end is beginnin
I know that your end is coming soon


Swift silent and deadly
I move quickly, quietly, and lethally


There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement
I am one step ahead and know everything you are going to do


For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
I have been watching you for six months and could have killed you at any time


Even at your down-low weed spot
I could have killed you at your secret weed spot


But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
I did not want to kill you in a place that was not good enough for me


I didn't want people gathering and stuff
I did not want anyone to know about the murder


Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
I did not want to leave any evidence of the murder


Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
Smoke this while I decide how I will kill you


Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
You are as scared as a pig being sent to the slaughter


As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
I am getting ready to use my gun


Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag
I am preparing to use a silencer and a 30-round magazine


Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
I shot him in the head and the bullet stayed there


Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
I destroyed his skull and left the cleanup for someone else


This is anybody (Murderah)
Anyone can be a murderer


To fuckin' everybody (Murderah)
Everyone is a potential victim


Nigga all y'all (Murderah)
All of you are murderers


Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
I saw all the illegal activity you were involved in


Lurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work
I am sneaking around, planning how to do the job


Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
I chased him to his house and prepared to kill him


Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
I got out of the car and held a gun to his head


Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
This is a murder, and I am going to rob him


The fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
I need to leave quickly before the cops arrive


Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
Now you are the victim, even though you thought you were in control


Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
No one would have suspected that a beautiful woman could be a killer


Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
It is dangerous to mess with me, and you should have known better


But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
It is too late for you, and you should be grateful for the time you had


I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
I have been watching you, and you are living a lavish lifestyle


Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
You were living the good life, but now you are in trouble


A thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast
I am a thug with no emotions, and weak people die easily


Thug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last?
Thugs often die young, so why did you think you were different?


Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
I shot him twice in the head, then went back home


And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
I had sex with my man until he was no longer aroused


Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know
I will pretend to be a good wife, so my man does not suspect anything


That his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo'
He does not know that I am a killer, capable of using a gun


I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)
I am a killer


Bitch this is anybody (Murderah)
Anyone can be a killer


Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)
Everyone is a potential killer


You'll fuck around and get killed
If you mess with me, you will die




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, BRIAN ANTHONY BAILEY, RACQUEL WEAVER

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Ermis


on Fuck You

best dr.dre song and that phone call in the beginning funny ash

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