LOYALTY
Fat Joe Lyrics


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(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah, (YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)

(Fat Joe)
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin
Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people
When I came in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard
Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury"
Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms)
Blane nigga better stay in your place
Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker

(Armageddon)
Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God
Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts
And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
Before you knew you were seen
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors
Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid
Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm what some might consider a ghost
Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist
I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks
This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killas and thugs
Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna feed 'em the beef

(Prospect)
My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team
You look when the light turns green
Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin what's left
Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme
Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline
Get so mad, forget and rewind
So I can see what I did again and just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal
Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal
Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game
For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train
Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is

(Remy Martin)
Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a are a, a are a, O, are Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God
Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect
Straight out the projects
A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel
But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill
Yo don't got no status, don't want no static
They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish
All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage
And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter
And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire
And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar

(Outro - Fat Joe talking)
Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga
Loyalty, what does it mean to you
How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold niggas
Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?
Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard?
Joe Crack the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?
Uh, haha, feedin you, feedin you, feedin you
Make your move baby, c'mon
Step up baby




They're all gonna laugh at ya
(laughing), woo, BX

Overall Meaning

In Fat Joe's song Loyalty, he raps about his position in the rap community, his experience in the game, and his foes. Joe calls himself the "JV artist," representing his two joint ventures and two different labels. He's been in the game for nine seasons and thwarts any naysayers who oppose his abilities. Joe leaves twenty spots (meaning he's outperformed twenty rappers) since his start in the rap game, and he confronts his enemies who are "rappin ass backwards." He claims that when he first began in the music industry, nobody wanted the job, but now many are claiming to "go hard." Joe warns that he'll hit them with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury" if they continue to mess with him.


The other members of the Terror Squad, Armageddon, Prospect, and Remy Martin, also rap in the song, showcasing their lyrical prowess. Armageddon calls himself the "ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist" and spits verses about the violence, drugs, and crime in Bronx life. Prospect flexes his rhyming abilities, telling his enemies that he's the reason they're scared to death and to watch their backs. Remy Martin rounds out the song, repping for the Terror Squad and her neighborhood of Castle Hill. Loyalty is ultimately about showcasing each member's style and skills while emphasizing the importance of loyalty among rappers and their crews.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
I am known as the secondary artist, involved in multiple joint ventures and labels, respected and paid tribute by my peers


That means I own two joint ventures and two different labels, niggas that pay me homage
I have ownership and control over two separate collaborations and labels, earning the respect and admiration of others in the industry


Been in this game for nine seasons
I have been actively participating in the music industry for a significant period of time


That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin
This longevity gives me credibility and authority when engaging in lyrical battles or conflicts


Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
Your approach to rap is misguided and ineffective


I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
I have surpassed and outperformed many other artists in the industry since the beginning of my career


All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Hey, buddy, what's wrong with you?


Mad cause I'm the only nigga reppin our people
You're angry because I am the sole representative of our community in the music industry


When I came in this game, no one wanted the job
Upon entering the music industry, there was a lack of interest or competition for the position I now hold


All of a sudden niggas actin like they wanna go hard
Suddenly, others are trying to prove themselves and compete with me


Spittin venom 'bout the Squad, try and shittin the God
They are spreading malicious and insulting words about our group, attempting to disrespect me


This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
I am not involved in violent and extreme criminal acts like the movie 'Scarface', such as harming innocent children


And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
Because you're pretending to live a movie-like lifestyle


I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a 'Fist of Fury'
I will attack you with a flurry of punches, similar to the number delivered by Bruce Lee in the movie 'Fist of Fury'


Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas
These individuals are weak and untrustworthy, always willing to betray others


Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
You are currently showing me unwarranted attention, but tomorrow you will switch and support someone else


Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
You were expelled from our group, unable to maintain a luxurious lifestyle


Where's your house at? I heard your livin with your moms (livin with your moms)
I heard you are living with your mother, questioning your living situation


Blane nigga better stay in your place
You should remain in your position and avoid trying to compete with me


Keep talkin, burst a flame in your face, motherfucker
If you continue speaking, I will respond aggressively and confrontationally


Yo, yo, with this comparison the Geddy is God
In terms of skill and impact, my comparison, Armageddon, is godlike


Cause even though you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts
Despite not being physically present, I have successfully instilled fear in people's hearts


And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
I possess a smoothness and finesse comparable to the theme of a Mulo (donkey) race


Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
I am skilled enough to dodge bullets fired from your Coogi beam (a type of firearm)


Before you knew you were seen
Before you were aware, I had already observed and noticed you


Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
I am highly skilled, and it's of no concern to me whether or not you are aware of it


Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
The essential thing for you to comprehend is the strong alliance and authority I possess alongside Fat Joe


And the streets is no place for late bloomers
The streets are not forgiving for those who take a long time to succeed or become skilled


Just gangsta niggas, snakes and bitches that meant to spread rumors
Only individuals involved in gang activities, deceitful snakes, and gossiping women are present in these streets


Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid
Pay attention, I come from the Bronx where firearms are frequently discharged


Front if you want, but don't think we don't shoot rapids
Challenge us if you dare, but be aware that we are not hesitant to engage in violent encounters


I'm what some might consider a ghost
People might perceive me as a ghost-like figure, elusive and mysterious


Cause I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I operate predominantly during nighttime, and I am skilled at closely monitoring and targeting respected individuals


I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist
I am the pinnacle of excellence, a highly sought-after and skilled rapper


I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa bricks
My lyrical content is incredible, I rap with great skill and deliver powerful lines


This is what you dicks need to act-knowledge
This is the knowledge and understanding that you, foolish individuals, need to acknowledge


Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Otherwise, you will face physical consequences and have your pretentious attitude corrected


Don't ask why we act violent
Do not question why we engage in aggressive and violent behavior


We just killas and thugs
We are simply ruthless killers and criminals


Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs
We may be incredibly talented, but we are still involved in illicit drug activities


I only rap now to speak to the streets
My current purpose for rapping is to communicate and connect with the impoverished urban communities


They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
The people demand that our group, Terror Squad, provide them with intense and aggressive music


So we gonna feed 'em the beef
Therefore, we will deliver the desired aggressive and confrontational content to our audience


My nine milly blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays
My 9mm handgun fires powerfully and has a significant impact, similar to the powerful hits of baseball player Willy Mays


Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed
From a young age, I was surrounded by dangerous and mentally unstable individuals


Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
This is not a time for playing games or pretending, this is the harsh reality


150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin to you
This is the real deal, my words are powerful and applicable to anyone I address


They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
I am known as Prospect, a unique and exceptional individual


One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I am authentic and genuine, but I am also capable of gun violence and direct confrontation


I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by, with your Iceberg team
I am the one responsible for catching you off guard while driving past with your gang, Iceberg team


You look when the light turns green
You will be startled and alarmed when the traffic light changes to green, indicating it's time to drive


Your scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
You are terrified, but don't provoke me to shoot at your chest


Or tear ya flesh, for actin like I carin what's left
I will harm you and cause severe damage, as if I do not care about your wellbeing


Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme
I am capable of attacking anyone at any given moment, and I continually live through my music


Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline
Allow my firearm to penetrate your spinal cord, and then relax and recline as you suffer


Get so mad, forget and rewind
You will become extremely angry and overwhelmed, wanting to replay the events


So I can see what I did again and just slide
I want to review my actions and observe them once more before escaping or moving on


To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal
I will progress to the next stage or phase, similar to riding a bicycle and pedaling forward


Bustin at your best rebel, who runnin to test medal
I will shoot at those who consider themselves the most formidable opponents, challenging their determination and bravery


Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game
Allow me to establish my presence and position, paying tribute to my mother and representing her in this industry


For niggas kinda refain, I push 'em down in the train
I intimidate and dominate those who hesitate or show weakness, metaphorically pushing them onto the tracks of a train


Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Having the same mindset and approach, my three cousins are riding in luxury Benz vehicles


Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is
Big, G Psycho, and E, my cousins, all understand our shared lifestyle and reputation


Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a are a, a are a, O, are Squad
This is the Terror Squad, represented by T, E, a, r, a, and O, showcasing our unity and strength


So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
Therefore, it is evident that I am the female rapper Remy Mar, strong and fierce


With Armageddon and your nigga Joe The God
Teamed up with Armageddon and Fat Joe, who is referred to as The God


Tony Sunshine and motherfuckin Prospect
Including Tony Sunshine and Prospect in our group


Straight out the projects
Representing the streets, the projects where we come from


A forest, where they kill for mils and they blast the steel
A dangerous place, like a forest, where people are willing to commit murder for money and are armed with guns


But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
Specifically, I come from the violent and notorious neighborhood of Castle Hill, known for its high crime rate


I got a big ass burner, but I'll slash your grill
I possess a large firearm, but I am also capable of physically attacking and harming you


Yo don't got no status, don't want no static
You have no authority or influence, and I have no interest in engaging in conflict or confrontation with you


They knew you was loco toto, and I don't no Spanish
People already knew you were crazy and foolish, and I don't understand or care about your Spanish language


All I know is how to cock back and aim for the cabbage
My knowledge is limited to loading and preparing my firearm, targeting your head


And keep on bustin 'til the bitch brain splatter
I will continue shooting until your brains splatter and scatter


And the kids won't matter, when the crib's on fire
In a chaotic and dangerous situation, the safety and well-being of children become unimportant


What you spit don't matter, cause this bitch on fire
Your words and actions hold no significance, because the situation is already intense and explosive


And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
I will continue dominating and performing in the music industry until I retire from the game


Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar
Any woman who opposes or contradicts me is simply lying and deceiving herself


Loyalty, what does it mean to you
The concept of loyalty, what is your personal understanding and interpretation of it?


How many a ya'll niggas is loyal?
How many of you individuals can truly claim to be loyal?


All these Benedict Arnold niggas
These individuals are comparable to Benedict Arnold, famous for betraying others


Switch sidin niggas, ya heard?
People who constantly switch allegiances and loyalties, do you understand me?


Nigga I throw this whole rap shit out the window in a sec, ya heard?
I am willing to abandon and disregard the entire rap industry without a second thought, do you understand me?


Joe Crack the Don Diggler
I am Joe Crack, the dominant and respected figure, the one who sets the trends


The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine nigga
I am the savior, the ruler, I hold control over the streets


We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?
We are ready for any challengers, who wants to compete with us, do you see them?


Make your move baby, c'mon
Take action, come on, don't hesitate


Step up baby
Take a bold step forward and confront us


They're all gonna laugh at ya
Everyone will mock and ridicule you


(laughing), woo, BX
Laughs, expressing excitement and representing the Bronx (BX)




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
Written by: RYAN M WOOD

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