E.S.G., or Cedric Hill as he was born, is a rapper from Houston, Texas (although he was born in Louisiana and moved to Houston later in life) who played a key role in the development of Houston’s ‘Chopped And Screwed’ sound alongside DJ Screw in the mid to late ’90s, beginning with his debut LP “Oceans Of Funk” in 1994. The more popular songs from this album were repackaged with new songs and released as a faux-sophomore effort by Perrion Entertainment in 1995, as the landmark “Sailin’ Da South”. This album contained several radio-friendly, summery tracks, none moreso than Swangin’ & Bangin’, which was also re-worked (or “screwed”) by close friend DJ Screw. Both the original track and its slowed down alter-ego cemented Hill’s place as a mainstay in the burgeoning Houston rap scene and also the wider southern rap movement.
E.S.G. spent several years in jail following an incident in which his partner was shot dead in a home invasion. E.S.G. returned fire and killed the intruder (“Nigga broke in my crib, shot my partner in the head, so I grab my chopper left a bitch nigga dead”). He was subsequently charged with first degree murder and was incarcerated before beating the charge. “Sailin’ Da South” was released and gained him notoriety while he was on lock.
He was then released and increased his workrate, releasing Return Of The Living Dead shortly after in 1998. He is an original member of Screwed Up Click, the group formed by the late DJ Screw.
E.S.G. is known for having ongoing beef with other Houston rappers, namely Slim Thug, whom Hill claims cut him out of a potential deal, and also Lil’ Flip, for reasons less publicly documented (“Had Flip under my wing, Slim Thug too, and both them niggaz switch like some homosexuals do”).
E.S.G. is married and has a son and a daughter. His father died from complications related to Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome / Human Immunodeficiency Virus during E’s childhood in Bogalusa, Louisiana (“Then my daddy died, he had full blown AIDS, he was tootin’ up, then that nigga started shootin’ up”). This left E with his uncle as his primary male role model during his youth (“Uncle started recruitin’ us, he was hustlin’ crack, it’s safe to say I was born in the trap”).
In the early ’90s, he moved from Bogalusa to nearby Lafayette, Louisiana, while attending USL (University of Southern Louisiana), before again moving to Houston, Texas, where he made his name as a rapper (“Sold my first thirty Gs, game’s gettin’ deeper, moved to H-Town ‘cause the bricks were cheaper”).
Ride Out
E.S.G. Lyrics
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Uh what, two triple
Getting it how we live, Wreckshop
Chevis, independent labels uh
(the Hardest Pit is off the chain
The Freestyle King is in the god damn game
And it's going down, E.S.G. and Po-Yo
Tyte Eyez what's up, let's make 'em ride out ha
[Big Pokey]
On tracks I break backs, so come on with it
Here go sixteen bars of poison, getting spitted
Go out and go get it, that's the way I was trained
I'm here on wax baby, with no pro fame
Switch four lanes, in a big old fo' do'
Chevis bread winner, bout to rep the logo
Tours in Tokyo, and Amsterdam
If I'm featured on a song, then it have to jam
Eat niggaz up, like a rack of lamb
For power I spit bars, like battle ram
Call the ambulance, tell 'em stitch this track
If my verse ain't hot, tell 'em hit me back
As a matter of fact, we go dolla for dolla
Independent got our pockets, bout the size of Kamala
Getting big of shotter, balling with your honey
Gambling this shit, fucking off the show money
[Hook]
Wreckshop and Chevis, and we go hard in the paint
Gotta hitting the town, overseas and swiss banks
No blank checks, or who next to plex with the best
Suggest your wearing a vest, or get a hole in your chest
You better ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)
Ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)
[Tyte Eyez]
Excuse a young nigga, for taking up too much space
A lyrical drop out, it's Tyte Eyez
Releasing rhymes from my vocals, making 'em hit the deck
E.S.G. and Po-Yo, got's to give us respect
Chin check is what they catch, for fucking around with some veterans
Relieving pain from your pain, like a bottle of Excedrin
Dirty 3rd's the section, we filling all prescriptions
From pills to codeine, to ecstasy we granting wishes
Eat steak on platinum dishes, going fishing in the Gulf
North pull out the boat, and let the jet skis float
Dirty 3rd's the coast, and we some superstars
Wearing ten around our neck, investing fifty in a car
And if you ever see me rolling, blowing weed into traffic
Ain't no high side with me, you need to postally autograph it
Ain't no calling you fishes or bitches, or even scrubs
Cause we get it how we live it, and that's ghetto love
[Hook]
[E.S.G.]
I'm leaving stains in they brains, sixteen bars of pain
Like a four year old kid, putting her'on in they vein
They addicted when it's spitted, well kid I'm working
Trunk on wave, just like a white boy serving
20's be hurting, when I hit the curb slow
Make sure next year, y'all reserve the front row
At the Grammy's, haters can't stand me
Condo in Texas, beach house in Miami
What you dream about I done it, rap game I run it
Bank account on swoll, like Big Moe's stomach
Last year was a good one, reached my quota
Forbes Top 50, came right on over
Sammy Sosa taking over, mashing Rugers
Riding candy Winebagos, Compact computers
Wreckshop and Chevis, worth a bill each now
Sitting on 22's, shutting the whole piece down
[Hook - 2x]
The song Ride Out by E.S.G. featuring Big Pokey and Tyte Eyez is a typical rap song that boasts about the rappers' skills, connections and wealth. The hook of the song states that Wreckshop and Chevis go hard in the paint, hitting the town, overseas, and swiss banks. The song is heavy on rhymes and wordplay. Big Pokey and Tyte Eyez boast about how they eat n*ggaz up, run the rap game, and make tracks that are poison. The song starts with E.S.G. rapping about how his bars leave a permanent mark in the listeners' brains, and he compares himself to a drug that people are addicted to.
The song might seem like another generic rap song, but the lyrics are cleverly crafted, and the wordplay is intricate. The rappers use metaphors like spitting poison, eating niggaz up, and hitting the curb slow, which are not only catchy but also convey their message. The song is an ode to the rap industry and how to succeed in it. The rappers talk about the importance of independent labels, touring, and featuring in songs that have to jam. The song is a reminder that to make it in the rap industry, you have to be tenacious and have the talent to make it big.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh what, two triple
Introduction to the song, no specific meaning
Getting it how we live, Wreckshop
Wreckshop is our way of doing things, getting it done our way and making a name for ourselves
Chevis, independent labels uh
We're representing Chevis and other independent labels, carving out our own path in the music industry
(the Hardest Pit is off the chain
Referring to ourselves as the Hardest Pit, meaning we're the best in the game and unstoppable
The Freestyle King is in the god damn game
Proudly asserting that E.S.G is the Freestyle King in the game
And it's going down, E.S.G. and Po-Yo
E.S.G. and Po-Yo are collaborating and something great is happening
Tyte Eyez what's up, let's make 'em ride out ha
Tye Eyez is being called upon to join in and help make this track amazing - let's make them ride out!
On tracks I break backs, so come on with it
I'm amazing on tracks, come at me with your best and I'll still break your back with my flow
Here go sixteen bars of poison, getting spitted
I'm spitting venom with this sixteen bar verse, it's pure poison
Go out and go get it, that's the way I was trained
I was trained to go out and get what I want, to hustle and make it on my own
I'm here on wax baby, with no pro fame
I'm here on this track, making a name for myself with no big name support
Switch four lanes, in a big old fo' do'
I'm cruising in a big, fancy car and switching lanes with ease
Chevis bread winner, bout to rep the logo
Representing Chevis, the breadwinner of the label, and repping the logo with pride
Tours in Tokyo, and Amsterdam
I'm touring all around the world, even in places like Tokyo and Amsterdam
If I'm featured on a song, then it have to jam
If I'm featured on a song, it better be hot and jamming
Eat niggaz up, like a rack of lamb
I'll destroy anyone on the track, devouring them like a rack of lamb
For power I spit bars, like battle ram
I'm spitting bars with such force and power, like a battle ram
Call the ambulance, tell 'em stitch this track
This track is so hot, it's like it's causing physical harm - call the ambulance to stitch up the damage
If my verse ain't hot, tell 'em hit me back
If my verse on this track isn't hot, tell me and I'll do it again until it is
As a matter of fact, we go dolla for dolla
We're going head to head for the same prize, dollar for dollar
Independent got our pockets, bout the size of Kamala
Being independent, our pockets may not be as huge as some, but they're still pretty big (comparing it to Kamala's size)
Getting big of shotter, balling with your honey
We're getting big and noticed as we advance in this industry, and balling with our significant others
Gambling this shit, fucking off the show money
We're taking risks in this industry and sometimes even splurging our earnings on things like gambling or other indulgences
Wreckshop and Chevis, and we go hard in the paint
We're a force to be reckoned with, and we give it our all in everything we do
Gotta hitting the town, overseas and swiss banks
We're traveling and touring all over the world, and making bank both in the U.S. and overseas
No blank checks, or who next to plex with the best
We don't take blank checks or deal with anyone who's not the best
Suggest your wearing a vest, or get a hole in your chest
You better come prepared and ready to face us, or you'll end up with a hole in your chest
You better ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)
You better leave and get out of our way, ride out
Excuse a young nigga, for taking up too much space
Pardon me for taking up too much space and making a name for myself
A lyrical drop out, it's Tyte Eyez
I'm Tyte Eyez and I may not have a degree in lyrics or poetry, but I can still spit fire verses
Releasing rhymes from my vocals, making 'em hit the deck
My verses are so powerful that they can knock people off their feet
E.S.G. and Po-Yo, got's to give us respect
E.S.G. and Po-Yo are respected names in the game, and they recognize and give us respect
Chin check is what they catch, for fucking around with some veterans
If you mess around with veterans like us, you'll get hit with a powerful punch to the chin
Relieving pain from your pain, like a bottle of Excedrin
Our music helps relieve pain and ease people's minds, like a bottle of pain reliever
Dirty 3rd's the section, we filling all prescriptions
We're from the Dirty 3rd section of town, and we're providing all the prescriptions for good music and lyrics
From pills to codeine, to ecstasy we granting wishes
We're providing everything people need, from pills to codeine, to ecstasy - it's like we're granting wishes
Eat steak on platinum dishes, going fishing in the Gulf
We're living the high life, eating expensive foods off of platinum dishes and going fishing in the Gulf of Mexico
North pull out the boat, and let the jet skis float
We're headed up north, taking a boat and our jet skis, and are ready for a fun time
Dirty 3rd's the coast, and we some superstars
We're famous and well-known in the Dirty 3rd section of town, and we feel like superstars
Wearing ten around our neck, investing fifty in a car
We're sporting expensive jewelry around our necks, and investing in luxurious cars
And if you ever see me rolling, blowing weed into traffic
If you ever see me driving and smoking weed, don't be surprised
Ain't no high side with me, you need to postally autograph it
There's no hiding or pretending with me, you can autograph your letters and send them to me by mail
Ain't no calling you fishes or bitches, or even scrubs
I won't put anyone down or insult them, whether they're lower than me or not
Cause we get it how we live it, and that's ghetto love
We're living life how we want and doing what we love, that's ghetto love
I'm leaving stains in they brains, sixteen bars of pain
My verses are unforgettable and leave a mark on people's minds, causing them pain
Like a four year old kid, putting her'on in they vein
My verses hit like a drug, as addictive as something a kid might put in their veins
They addicted when it's spitted, well kid I'm working
People can't get enough of my verses when I rap them, and it means I'm killing it
Trunk on wave, just like a white boy serving
My trunk is full and pumping like a drug dealer's, but I'm not selling anything illegal - I'm just rapping
20's be hurting, when I hit the curb slow
My custom 20 inch rims scrape and hurt when I drive slow and hit the curb
Make sure next year, y'all reserve the front row
I'm so good, you better reserve a spot in the front row for my next performance
At the Grammy's, haters can't stand me
Even at the Grammy Awards, my haters won't be able to deny my talent
Condo in Texas, beach house in Miami
I have a condo in Texas and a beach house in Miami, signifying my success
What you dream about I done it, rap game I run it
I've accomplished everything you could dream of, and I am running the rap game
Bank account on swoll, like Big Moe's stomach
My bank account is huge, just like the late rapper Big Moe's stomach was known for being large
Last year was a good one, reached my quota
Last year was great for me, I reached my goals and quota
Forbes Top 50, came right on over
I made it to Forbes' Top 50 list, proving my success and status in the industry
Sammy Sosa taking over, mashing Rugers
Like the baseball player Sammy Sosa, I am taking over the game and crushing my competition
Riding candy Winebagos, Compact computers
I'm driving around in luxurious motorhomes and carrying around compact computers
Wreckshop and Chevis, worth a bill each now
Wreckshop and Chevis are now worth billions of dollars each, signifying our success
Sitting on 22's, shutting the whole piece down
I'm sitting on fancy 22 inch rims and completely dominating and shutting down the competition
Ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)
Repeating the chorus, telling everyone to ride out
Contributed by Ellie A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.