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.
Merry Muthafuckin Xmas
Eazy-E Lyrics
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And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well what you want baby?
Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes a holy night,
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
Deck the halls with balls of holy
Tra la la la la la la la la
Tis the season to be jolly
Merry Christmas muthafucka!
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho ho ho!
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now dashin' through the snow
In a candy red top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight
So ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to watch her suck my dick this way
Hey ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to nut, while she's suckin' my dick
Oh yay!
Tis the season to get busy
Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick.
Ho ho ho come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me what you want for Christmas
Ho ho.
I want a slay ride
A cd player
A fifty rum
She said slide down the chimney
In a pool of cum
A VCR on a set with one of
Those porno flicks
Give that to Rudolph the red nosed
Reindeer
To that rum like a everlastin' gobstopper
Give me a hump for his cock will be
A party poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you know what's up
I said here's some candy canes eat 'em up
???? bonapatite with a condom in a tree.
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Yo where's ya rhyme tell me Buck Wheat.
Buck wheat is a waskal
That's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls
Fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree so Santa be a sucka
??? when I was young I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be
Good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years oh just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' Silent Night carolin' recietin'
Now all I want for Chrismas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth
Uncle Eazy be the ????
Just spread me a leaf
Little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lye.
On the third day of Christmas my homeboys gave to me
Three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a A muthafuckin' K bitch.
Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E.
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws.
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop.
I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' Christmas caught
Ho ho ho and away I go.
Oh Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well where's this ????
Shut the fuck up bitches
And go back to sleep.
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want a job
??? corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken, and
Chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food
Who's climbin' in my window
Smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash.
A rump pa pump pump
A rump pa pump pump
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year (x4)
You bitch!!
And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The end
The lyrics to Eazy-E's "Merry Muthafuckin' Christmas" are a mix of raunchy humorous lyrics and a non-traditional story about Christmas. The lyrics begin with Uncle Dolomite telling a story about Eazy-E as a child who was drinking whiskey and gin at the age of three. The story continues with Mr. Claus turning into Santa muthafuckin' right and follows a series of sexually explicit verses about Eazy-E's desires for Christmas. The song features a mix of explicit language, sexual references, and references to drug use. The storyline deviates from traditional Christmas themes by discussing things like smoking stick and Compton crime lick.
It is interesting to note that Eazy-E was part of the rap group, N.W.A, and is known for his explicit and controversial lyrics. The lyrics to "Merry Muthafuckin' Christmas" reflect his style and caused some controversy when the song was released in 1992. The song has since become a cult favorite and is played during the holiday season by fans of Eazy-E.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RASMUSSEN, HENRIK MILLING / BAVNGAARD, LASSE / BERG, RASMUS / DAHL, JESPER / KVARAN, NICHOLAS / ADAMS, WILLIAM / FIELDS, MAKEBA / HUDSON, TANESHA L. / JACKSON, RASSAN / WRIGHT, ERIC
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