They first appeared on the rap scene with their 1993 album Comin’ Out Hard. The album was successful commercially as well as critically and established the group as a prominent act in the then emerging Southern Rap scene. Their subsequent albums in the 1990s including 1994’s On the Outside Looking In, and 1995’s On Top of the World cemented their status as some of the South’s best rappers. On Top of the World was particularly succeessful, peaking at #8 on the Billboard Hot 200 and being certified Gold. After those albums both 8Ball & MJG released solo albums, first MJG’s No More Glory in 1997 and then 8Ball’s Lost in 1998. They reunited in 1999 to release their fourth album as a group, titled In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1
For their later releases they signed with Bad Boy Records. Their first album for Bad Boy Records, Living Legends, was certified Gold by the RIAA. Their second album on Bad Boy Records was titled Ridin High and was released in March 2007.
Commercially one of the high points of 8Ball & MJG’s career was their being featured on Three 6 Mafia’s hit song “Stay Fly” in 2005. That song peaked at #13 on the Billboard Hot 100, which is the biggest hit of Three 6 Mafia’s career and the biggest hit for 8Ball & MJG. The song was a collaboration between two of the most successful rap groups from the state of Tennessee, where Three 6 Mafia also hail from.
Today 8Ball and MJG also head their own record labels. 8Ball heads 8 Ways Entertainment (distributed by Koch Entertainment), while MJG heads MJG Muzik. On their label are the young, up and coming Memphis duo, Da Volunteers, who are widely known throughout the Southern United States for their 2006 single, “What’s Yo Favorite Color?”, which glorifies their neighborhood of Orange Mound.
In September 2007, 8Ball and MJG signed deals in Sacramento, CA with Real Talk Entertainment 8Ball released a group album with E.D.I of the Outlawz entitled Doin’ It Big on April 1, 2008 and MJG released a solo album entitled Pimp Tight on April 29, 2008.
In June 2008 the group announced that they have officially signed onto T.I.’s record label Grand Hustle.
The First Episode
Eightball & MJG Lyrics
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Pimpin hoes was some shit that came easy to a playa
Cause ain't no way in hell a bitch could get me to a bail
And how in the fuck I'll ever make some money if I'm pail
My hoes sell pussy at the party for the mayor
400 for the chewin, 100 for the mackin
1,000 for the fucking, 200 for the jackin
Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in
[Girl]
Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG
Do you really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit
Huh, I guess not
Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead
[Verse 2: MJG]
Bitch chill, Hold up, you got a pimp fucked up
Can't help it cause you don't know, ain't my fault that you stuck up
Ya parents didn't teach ya, the streets didn't reach ya
I'm makin easy money from the judge and the preacher
The mayor likes the bitches cause they beat him with a chain
The judge and the preacher love to hear dirty thangs
The governor was first on the bitch payin list
He busted a nut soon as the bitches touched his dick
[Verse 3: Eightball]
Comin out smooth, livin like a pimpsta
Gotta flee the bitches and they all call me mista fat mac
Pimp tight, what the fuck you want to do?
See me in the streets, sweep 'em off and down you and your crew
Gotta be ruthless, smackin hoes toothless
Suckas gettin dropped when I'm poppin with the glock bitch
And the niggaz that hide cap and act like hoes
When they see the 93 with the switches and the voes
[Girl]
Eightball, tell the truth
How yo fat ass goin be doin all that?
Talkin bout pimpin and shootin up niggaz
And braggin bout fuckin, what'z up wit that?
[Verse 4: Eightball]
I'm big as a motherfucker, I don't look fast
But I'll jump up quick, and stick my dick in yo ass
And for you niggaz that talk shit, don't step too quick
You know who got my back, a clip full of hollow tips
Tec, 9 millimeter, glock or 22
Mafia style, don't even fuck with the pimpsta crew
Bust the yak and pass me that bud sack
Cause niggaz with nuts, can't even fuck with the fat mac
[Verse 5: MJG]
25 birds on the counter in the den
Nigga gettin bailed cause they go for 5-10
Pot good and hot now I'm lookin for the shaker
Water start to bubble sprinkle in the money maker
The shit is gettin thick I think my pager just exploded
11 birds left, 13 I just sold it
I gotta close shop before it get too fuckin late
Hoe sell time sellin birds 12-8
[Man]
You know you guys really shouldn't be sellin cocaine to other brothers
It's killin us all off man
I mean how is that supposed to look
Makin us look bad
[Verse 6: MJG]
The cops work for me cause I keep good stuff
And plus the government ain't never paid dem tricks enough
And every time a cop bust some dope in the drug rade
Feds swangin birds in the hood by the next day
While I'm makin money off the shit that I done fronted
Nigga fell short, shoot 'em up yeah I done it
MJG Pushin real not cut
Got the feds in my pocket, and the chief by his nuts
[Verse 7: Eightball]
Roll a fat bud, smoke the bitch and then I'm chilled
Fall off in the club drinkin yak dressed to kill
Niggaz that be jealous cause dem hoes be on the jock
Don't disrespect my pimpin or you I will have to drop
No I don't be playin, what I'm sayin what I speak
Some niggaz don't understand then I have to go and teach
What Eightball is about and what the future got for me
A screw of dead niggaz and a pocket full of grip G
[Man]
Damn, Father just like some niggaz man
Dem niggaz ain't goin never be shit
Dem niggaz forever gettin fucked up { laughs }
Know what I'm sayin, dem fools was stuck
[Verse 8: Eightball]
Punk ass niggaz that talk shit can get down on their knees
Suave got the hook up cause suave got the cheese
And I got the bomb and MJG is in the tank
Posessin ya mind and then we blow up the bank
Yank yo hoe from the front row, and then jet out
When we get to the hotel, your bitch is on the house
Fuckin and suckin a pimpsta, fuckin and suckin a pimpsta
What, we through, pass me that joint nigga
The lyrics of Eightball and MJG's "The First Episode" are explicit and boastful. The verses describe the life of two pimps and their hoes while trading cocaine and having sex with their customers, including politicians, judges, and preachers. The pimp narratives tell stories of control, money-making, drug abuse, and sex. A woman interrupts them to express her disbelief in the legitimacy of their accounts. The rappers respond to her by explaining how their lifestyle works and how they're making easy money.
The lyrics of "The First Episode" are a representation of the hip-hop rap genre and its emphasis on glorifying extravagance, wealth, and fame. The song depicts the drug trade and sex work as an avenue for easy money and prosperity, despite the negative impact on society. The lyrics are a commentary on the American dream and the lengths that people go to achieve it.
Line by Line Meaning
Pimpin hoes was some shit that came easy to a playa
The act of pimping was quite simple for me
Cause ain't no way in hell a bitch could get me to a bail
No woman could ever entrap me into being bailed out of jail
And how in the fuck I'll ever make some money if I'm pail
It's impossible to earn a living if I'm broke or poor
My hoes sell pussy at the party for the mayor
My prostitutes offer sexual services to the mayor at parties
400 for the chewin, 100 for the mackin
Oral sex costs $400, pimping services are only $100
1,000 for the fucking, 200 for the jackin
Intercourse is priced at $1,000, while masturbation is only $200
Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in
My prostitutes must report in to me at day's end
I'ts just like deja vu, again and then again bitch
This scenario happens repeatedly and doesn't change much
Bitch chill, Hold up, you got a pimp fucked up
Calm down and be real because you don't understand the pimp game
Can't help it cause you don't know, ain't my fault that you stuck up
It isn't my responsibility to change your ignorance because you're arrogant
Ya parents didn't teach ya, the streets didn't reach ya
Your parents didn't raise you properly, and the streets haven't influenced you positively
I'm makin easy money from the judge and the preacher
I'm earning effortless cash from influential people like judges and preachers
The mayor likes the bitches cause they beat him with a chain
The mayor enjoys BDSM with the prostitutes, including being whipped with a chain
I'm big as a motherfucker, I don't look fast
I'm a large man but don't underestimate my speed
But I'll jump up quick, and stick my dick in yo ass
I move quickly, and brutally attack those who talk negatively to me.
You know who got my back, a clip full of hollow tips
I'm equipped with a loaded clip of hollow point bullets, my protection.
Tec, 9 millimeter, glock or 22
The weapons I use for protection include Tecs, 9 millimeters, Glocks, or .22 caliber firearms.
While I'm makin money off the shit that I done fronted
I'm making a profit of the drugs that I've provided.
MJG Pushin real not cut
My drugs are pure and not cut (mixed with other substances).
Posessin ya mind and then we blow up the bank
Our influence over you is powerful and we'll rob a bank to prove it.
Yank yo hoe from the front row, and then jet out
I'll quickly take your prostitute from the front row of a show and make a hasty departure.
Fuckin and suckin a pimpsta, fuckin and suckin a pimpsta
Sexual activities with a pimp are common occurrences.
What, we through, pass me that joint nigga
Are we finished? Please give me the joint, friend.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARLON GOODWIN, MARLON J. GOODWIN, PREMRO SMITH
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