Born and raised in Compton, a small yet violent city near Los Angeles, Wright had several legal troubles before founding Ruthless in 1987. After a short solo career with frequent collaboration with Ice Cube and Dr. Dre, they joined, forming N.W.A, later that year.
N.W.A's debut studio album, Straight Outta Compton, was released in 1988. Controversial upon release, it is now ranked among the greatest and most influential albums. The group released its third and final studio album, Niggaz4Life.
N.W.A began to split up after Jerry Heller became the band's manager. Dr. Dre recalls: "The split came when Jerry Heller got involved. He played the divide and conquer game. Instead of taking care of everybody, he picked one nigga to take care of and that was Eazy. And Eazy was like, 'I'm taken care of, so fuck it'." Dr. Dre and The D.O.C. sent Suge Knight to look into Eazy-E's financial situation as they began to grow suspicious of Eazy-E and Jerry Heller. Dr. Dre and The D.O.C. asked Eazy-E to release him from Ruthless, but Eazy-E refused. The impasse led to what reportedly transpired between Suge Knight and Eazy-E at the recording studio where Niggaz4life was recorded. After he refused to release Dr. Dre and The D.O.C., Suge Knight told Eazy-E that he had kidnapped Jerry Heller and was holding him prisoner in a van. This did not convince Eazy-E to release Dr. Dre and The D.O.C. from Ruthless, and Suge Knight threatened Eazy-E's family: Suge Knight gave Eazy-E a piece of paper that contained Eazy's mother's address, telling him, "I know where your mama stays." Eazy-E finally signed Dr. Dre and The D.O.C.'s releases, officially ending N.W.A.
The feud with Dr. Dre continued after a track on Dre's debut album The Chronic, "Fuck wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')", contained lyrics that insulted Eazy-E. Eazy responded with the EP, It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa, featuring the tracks "Real Muthaphuckkin G's" and "It's On". The album, which was released on October 25, 1993, contains pictures of Dre wearing "lacy outfits and makeup" when he was a member of the Electro-hop World Class Wreckin' Cru.
During N.W.A's splintering Eazy-E resumed his solo career released two EPs. Yet he remained more significant behind the scenes, signing and nationally debuting the rap group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony from 1993 to 1994.
On February 24, 1995, Wright was admitted to the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles with a violent cough. He was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS. He announced his illness in a public statement on March 16, 1995. During the week of March 20, having already made amends with Ice Cube, he drafted a final message to his fans. On March 26, 1995, Eazy-E died from AIDS-induced pneumonia, one month after his diagnosis. He was 30 years old (most reports at the time said he was 31 due to the falsification of his date of birth by one year). He was buried on April 7, 1995, at Rose Hills Memorial Park in Whittier, California. Over 3,000 people attended his funeral, including Jerry Heller and DJ Yella. He was buried in a gold casket, and was dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans, and his Compton hat. On January 30, 1996, ten months after Eazy-E's death, his final album, Str8 off tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton was released.
Easy had 11 children, one of which, Eric, would start his own rap career under the name Lil Eazy-E.
Boyz-N-The-Hood
Eazy-E Lyrics
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Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about makin' that GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, man
Yo, man
Yo, yo, yo man
Yo, man
Yo, man
Get the fuck out
Pump that
Pump that
Pump, p-pump, p-pump that
Pump that
Pump that bass
Motherfucker, say what?
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo, Leroy
Yo, Leroy
Yo, Leroy
Beer drink
Beer drink
B-B-Beer drink
Beer drink
Beer drink
Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me with a forty and I started drinkin'
And from the eight-ball my breath start stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control
Done wrapped my '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother"
Throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beat for resistin' arrest
He socked a pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
L.A. playa
Big drum
Big drum
B-B-B-B-Big drum
Big drum
Big drum
Big drum beater
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellas 'cause a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart
"Disruption of the court," said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out, "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Get, get, get, get
Get, get
Get, get, get, get, get
Get busy y'all, y-y-y-y'all
Aw
You motherfucker
The song "Boyz-N-The-Hood" by Eazy-E describes life in a rough neighborhood where violence and crime are prevalent. The first verse talks about just cruising in a car, checking out girls, and observing the activity around the area. Suddenly, a car pulls up, and the man in the car says that he makes money by stealing cars. The chorus is an assertion of the toughness of the boys from the hood––if anyone messes with them, they will get their card pulled. The verse goes on to describe a shooting that takes place, and the singer having to defend themselves using a shotgun. The second chorus reiterates the boys' hard-edged reputation. The song ends with a confrontation at a municipal court and subsequent violence.
The song represents gangsta rap, a sub-genre of rap that emerged in the late '80s and early '90s with artists like N.W.A., Ice-T, and Snoop Dogg. Its popularity was in part due to the popularity of films such as "Boyz n the Hood" and "Menace II Society," which documented the lives of young African American men in inner-city neighborhoods who faced poverty and crime. Eazy-E, who co-founded N.W.A., was known for his violent, aggressive lyricism, largely based on his own experiences as a member of a street gang.
Line by Line Meaning
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Driving casually in my 1964 model car
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Checking out attractive women while observing the money flow
Went to the park to get the scoop
Visited the park to get information
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin' some hoops
People playing basketball in cold weather
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A car arrived, suspicious about who was driving it
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
A new model El Camino, with Kilo G inside
He rolls down his window and he started to say
Opens his window and starts his conversation by saying
"It's all about makin' that GTA"
Making money by any means, including Grand Theft Auto
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
People in the area are always tough and unafraid of confrontation
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
If you talk disrespectfully, they will show you who's boss
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
They are not familiar with any legal job other than being tough
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Do not misquote me or put words in my mouth
Yo, man
Hey man
Get the fuck out
Leave quickly
Pump that bass
Play the music louder and let the bass be the main focus
Motherfucker, say what?
What did you just say?
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
Donald B is leading the way for me
He said my man JD is on freebase
JD is using a freebase form of cocaine
The boy JD was a friend of mine
JD was a friend of the rapper
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Found him stealing a stereo from the car
Chased him up the street to call a truce
Chased and talked to him to calm things down
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
JD took out a small gun
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
The rapper had a large, dangerous gun
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
One dead man; a newspaper headline story.
Yo, Leroy
Hey Leroy
Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
Drinking beer, resulting in bad breath, and sniffing glue
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
Extremely bored and want to do something thrilling
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
Went where his friends were resting
The fellows out there makin' that dollar
His friends were making money
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
Arrived in his 1964 Chevrolet Impala car
They greet me with a forty and I started drinkin'
Friends offered him a forty ounce bottle of beer and he started to drink it
And from the eight-ball my breath start stinkin'
After consuming cocaine, his breath started to smell bad
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Went to see his girlfriend to dance with her
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Before leaving, he drank Bacardi rum
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Went to his girlfriend's house to get her out of the house
Dumb hoe said somethin' that made me mad
Girlfriend said something annoying and angering
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
Girlfriend said something hard to believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
He grabbed her by her messy hair
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Girlfriend kept talking nonsense
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
He slapped her like a pimp would do to his prostitute
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
Father came out and started to yell
So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out
He knocked him out with a punch
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Asking someone who thinks they are above everyone else, who they think they are
Rock this motherfucker like 'Three The Hard Way'
Let's have an exciting time like a movie 'Three the Hard Way'
I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control
He felt out of control but not anymore
Done wrapped my '64 around a telephone pole
Crashed his car into a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, 'Oh brother'
Said sarcastically when he saw his car was wrecked
Throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Throw away the ruined car and buy a new one
Now Kat is drivin', Kilo on the side
Kat is driving, Kilo is on passenger side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
As they attempted a U-turn, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Police were undercover in a dark green Chevy Nova
Kat got beat for resistin' arrest
Kat was beaten for resisting arrest
He socked a pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Kat hit the cop for tearing his clothing
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
G got arrested for the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time
G had been arrested for that crime four times before, and he would go to jail
I went to get them out but there was no bail
Went to bail his friends out, but there was no bail set
The fellas 'cause a riot in the county jail
His friends started a riot in jail
Two days later in municipal court
Two days later in the lower court of a municipality
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart
Kilo G was on trial and passed gas out loud
"Disruption of the court," said the judge
The judge called it court disruption
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Got a six year sentence without protesting or backing down
Bailiff came over to turn him in
The sheriff's officer came to take him to jail
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
Kilo G smiled and looked up when getting arrested
He yelled out, 'Fire!', then came Suzy
Kilo G shouted 'Fire' and Suzy emerged with a gun
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Suzy came in holding a Uzi sub-machine gun
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
They shot Suzy but she was not injured badly
Both upstate for attempted murder
Both were sent to the state prison for attempting to murder a police officer
Get busy y'all, y-y-y-y'all
Get active or participate, all of you
Aw, You motherfucker
An expression of annoyance
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Mark Morris, Mike Vlahakis, Chase Texas, Chad Ribinson, O'Shea Jackson, Andre Young, Eric Wright
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@lukas_l2311
1995: R.I.P. Eazy E
1996: R.I.P. Tupac
1997: R.I.P. The Notorious B.I.G.
1999: R.I.P. Big L
2000: R.I.P. Big Punisher
2002: R.I.P. Jam Master Jay
2004: R.I.P. Mac Dre
2004: R.I.P Ol' dirty bastard
2006: R.I.P. Proof
2007: R.I.P Pimp C
2011: R.I.P. Nate Dogg
2017: R.I.P. Prodigy
Comment your favourit!
My favourit: Nate
Nobody of these legends get forgotten.
Damn that hurts :(
@shanky1751
Came here to refresh my ears after the Megan thee stallion remix
@hy-fp5jk
Fr😂
@Kiwi-zs5lb
It’s a disrepect to easy-e and the rest of NWA
@notannoying723
same
@mathcrafter6108
Same she tried to remix a legends song it just don’t work
@ig-daddy.perc3056
@@SteVe-nu1vi yes
@eazymuthaphukkine3668
27 years ago today the Godfather of Gangsta Rap died.
R.I.P Eazy-E 🕊️(1964-1995) You will never be forgotten
@thatrollinstoner7437
Eric Lynn Wright. Still on the top of my playlists. Fucking legend.
@HCY912
@@thatrollinstoner7437 yes sir same here
@davidtyndall3786
1964. Major gear spins. That was it. In that’s life Of Great Man