How Do You Want It
Featuring Kc & Jojo Lyrics
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How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (Yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh, shit you got me fiendin'
Body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me, champagne, Hennessy
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin', baby, I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy, nigga, now tell me how you want it (tell me how you want it)
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (Yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor, it's like erotic
Ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster
I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over
'Cause I'ma rider in and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
Get her rockin' knees
Nights full of Alize, a livin' legend
You ain't heard about, these niggas play these Cali days
C. Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker
Instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy a brother
Worse than the others, Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, niggas top that
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (Tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (Yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Raised as a youth, tell the truth, I got the scoop
On how to get a bulletproof, lickin' shots off on the roof
Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Gang rules, I'm livin' major, my adversaries
Is lookin' worried, they paranoid of gettin' buried
One of us gon' see the cemetery
My only hope is survive, if I was to stay alive
Gettin' high, see the demons in my eyes before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I'm chillin', fade 'em all
These taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin' like they know me
But I'mma mash out and peel out
I'm with a clique that's quick to whip that fuckin' steel out
Yeah, nigga it's some new shit, so better get up on it
When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it
How do you want it?
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (Yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real (yeah)
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
"How Do You Want It" is a song by Tupac featuring Kc & Jojo, released in June 1996. At the start of the song, Tupac asks two questions - "How do you want it?" and "How does it feel?" The song talks about coming up as a black person in the world of money, status, and excess. The fast-paced rhythm and Tupac's confident, aggressive delivery capture the feeling of living life at a dizzying speed. He raps about his love interest, urging her to flaunt her body and enjoy the pleasures of life. He boasts of his rider mentality and takes jabs at political figures who attempt to censor hip hop music.
The lyrics use a lot of sexual innuendo, and the song is often labeled as explicit. However, some critics argue that the song can also be interpreted as a celebration of life and the struggles of coming up in a racist society. Tupac's lyrics are full of contradictions and emotions - he exudes both arrogance and vulnerability, showcasing the complexity of his personality.
Line by Line Meaning
How do you want it?
Asking the listener how they would like to experience the song or their desires in general
How does it feel?
Inquiring about the listener's emotions or sensations
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Growing up in the African American community and the struggle to succeed financially
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Living a life full of thrill and excitement, often at high speed
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Appreciating the way a woman moves her body in a sensual manner
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Desiring a woman so strongly that it becomes overwhelming
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Admitting to being attracted to the woman and wanting to get to know her better
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Encouraging the woman to remove her clothes and be free
Catch you at a club, oh, shit you got me fiendin'
Being obsessed with a woman seen at a club or party
Body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Feeling as though the woman's body is giving off signals, but not understanding what they mean
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Offering the woman the opportunity to pursue a relationship
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Driving recklessly fast and daring the police to catch him
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
Apologizing for his wild behavior and explaining that he is just an ordinary person underneath it all
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Stating that financial success is the most important thing, and that fame is irrelevant
Mr. International, player with the passport
Boasting about traveling the world and being well-known in multiple countries
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
Comparing himself to the fictional character Aladdin, who had the power to grant any wish
It's either him or me, champagne, Hennessy
Suggesting that a woman must choose between him and another man, while enjoying expensive alcohol
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Enjoying expensive or flashy possessions while taunting their enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Slowly approaching women to see what they want or need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Suggesting that smoking more marijuana will make the situation better or more enjoyable
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
Pursuing women with determination and energy, even after a tiring day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Explaining that his attraction to women is a powerful motivating factor in his life
Your body is bangin', baby, I love it when you flaunt it
Complimenting the woman's attractive physique and enjoying when she shows it off
Time to give it to daddy, nigga, now tell me how you want it (tell me how you want it)
Suggesting the woman should give him sexual pleasure, and asking what she wants him to do
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Asking if the woman is willing to engage in sexual activity
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?
Challenging the woman's expectation of conversation and implying that he is only interested in sex
Positions on the floor, it's like erotic
Suggesting that sexual positions on the floor are especially sexually charged
Ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic
Noting that it is funny or strange that he is sexually attracted to women despite his possible mental instability
I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Comparing his sexual acts to manipulating a car with hydraulic switches
Up and down like a roller coaster
Describing the rhythm of sexual activity
I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over
Asserting that he will continue having sex until he is done
'Cause I'ma rider in and out just like a robbery
Drawing a parallel between sexual activity and committing a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
Imagining a sexual scenario in which the woman is dominant
Get her rockin' knees
Suggesting that he will sexually satisfy the woman to the point of her shaking or trembling
Nights full of Alize, a livin' legend
Recalling fun times drinking the alcoholic beverage Alize and feeling like a famous, respected person
You ain't heard about, these niggas play these Cali days
Assuming that the listener is not familiar with the lifestyle of young African American men in California
C. Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker
Insulting political activist C. Delores Tucker for her opposition to explicit lyrics in hip-hop music
Instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy a brother
Accusing Tucker and others like her of harming the African American community by criticizing and censoring hip-hop artists
Worse than the others, Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
Critiquing prominent politicians Clinton and Dole for their perceived ignorance of young African American men
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
Suggesting that Clinton and Dole are too out of touch to understand the realities of African American life
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Insisting that his perspective is more accurate and truthful, and challenging his critics to prove him wrong
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, niggas top that
Promising future financial success and challenging others to match his ambition
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
Complaining that some people would rather limit his freedom of expression than let him speak his mind
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Observing that many African American men face difficult circumstances and that few are able to overcome them and share their stories
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could give a fuck
Expressing indifference to the opinions of others and a willingness to speak his mind regardless of what others may think
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Noting that he and his peers are not the first people to use profanity or violent language
Raised as a youth, tell the truth, I got the scoop
Reflecting on his upbringing and emphasizing that he has unique insight into the realities of his community
On how to get a bulletproof, lickin' shots off on the roof
Revealing knowledge of how to protect oneself and suggesting that he has been in violent situations before
Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Implying that he became successful at a young age and had technological advantages that most young people did not have
Gang rules, I'm livin' major, my adversaries
Asserting that he has effectively navigated the politics of a gang and that his enemies are aware of his success
Is lookin' worried, they paranoid of gettin' buried
Suggesting that his enemies are scared of him and worried that he will hurt them
One of us gon' see the cemetery
Observing that either he or his enemies will ultimately die
My only hope is survive, if I was to stay alive
Explaining that his primary goal is simply to stay alive
Gettin' high, see the demons in my eyes before I die
Admitting to drug use and suggesting that he confronts his fears before death
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
Expressing a desire to live a life of luxury and financial success
And then I'm chillin', fade 'em all
Stating that he will retire after achieving success and leave his competitors behind
These taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me
Complaining about financial difficulties and legal troubles
Media is in my business and they actin' like they know me
Challenging the accuracy of media portrayals of his life and character
But I'mma mash out and peel out
Asserting that he will resist attempts to control him or bring him down
I'm with a clique that's quick to whip that fuckin' steel out
Explaining that he has loyal friends who are willing to use violent means to protect him
Yeah, nigga it's some new shit, so better get up on it
Introducing a new style or attitude and suggesting that others should pay attention and follow his lead
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Bruce Fisher, Quincy D. Jones, Leon Ware, Stanley J. Richardson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Facts!!
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Goat? No baby wheat and the Tare!
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Real truth talk real wisdom 💯 Jesus Help us!! Tupac is gone but He's words are still real
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Some people don't understand how iconic he already was when he was still here. EVERYBODY was listening to Pac and EVERYBODY was listening to Jodeci. This collab was insane.
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When my son called and said, "Hey, mom...mom I heard!!! Tupac is dead, he died" I tell y'all..I cried like a baby. I cried like a "baby's Momma, because I have not Met not ONE woman that has OR had a son That didn't love, Pac..RIP #DearMommatheMovie