The Hilton
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns
And he brought them in my crib

Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
Heard Nia Long is in the building
Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service
It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous
Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap

Yo, what the fuck happened?

It was a set up to get wet up

Starks your bleeding

Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up
Ten G's down the drain
Yo hurry up, we got to get him up
Get the sheets son, let's fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch

Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices

(Ghostface Killah)
The hit came quick
Hit the jack, star six
Ghost

Put down the phone stupid
Wipe off your prints

Rae ran hysterically
Slipped on soap
Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might have heard shit
Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit
Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock
Everything all right? Partying son, balloons popped
Threw this dude under the bed
A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
Had money in juice up on his wedding day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me,
What you want sweaty, Lima beans and kidney
Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer
Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper
Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
Caught up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit
It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer

Hey yo, the pressures on, sonny got murk
Its time to move fast
Hey yo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash
Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates
Blew on the first class flight to L.A.
It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn
So were it came from?
That nigga we stuck and took the caine from
We should have killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming
He should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on
Smoke the Cee Allah
Sent the kite through the Pens
Him and big Dan
Known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems
Giants from Attica riots
Halls is quiet
CO's with babies on their arms look tight
And this nigga from down state got shipped up north
Stocky young fella, running his lips on how he set it off




Then heard that shit, plus got that kite
Money got murdered in his bunk that night

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 'The Hilton' by Ghostface Killah narrate a sinister encounter in a hotel penthouse, where the rapper and his accomplice Rae are ambushed by someone who had purchased eleven machine guns and brought them into their room. The duo have had a luxurious time in the hotel, ordering room service and enjoying penthouse fashion until the waiter's nervous disposition alludes to something being off. As they lift the lid off their food, they see two guns pointed at them and quickly dive to avoid being shot. Rae is in the shower singing and unaware of the danger. As the assailant busts two shots, Ghostface plays dead and attempts to reach for his hammer. Rae runs out of the back, wearing a towel and covered in soap suds, and the two escape the room only to realize that Ghostface has been shot in the process. His white leather jacket is now stained and ten Gs are appropriated. The space has been transformed into a chaotic scene that the duo must fix before they can flee. To do so, they throw the wounded Ghostface under the bed and partake in an elaborate cover-up.


The song's narrative is characterized by an enthralling and descriptive account of a crime scene. It introduces the audience to Ghostface's typical writing style through his use of storytelling, wordplay, and vivid imagery. The song's lyrics are centered on a conflicted narrative, as Ghostface acknowledges the gravity of the situation while at the same time detailing his extravagant lifestyle as a member of Wu-Tang Clan. Additionally, the artist divulges the difficulties of the lifestyle he's chosen, which can cause paranoia, danger, and treachery even when one is close to individuals they believe they trust.


Line by Line Meaning

This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns And he brought them in my crib
Someone brought eleven machine guns into Ghostface Killah's home.


Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in the building
Ghostface Killah and Raekwon are at the Hilton Hotel, listening for their target.


Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous
Ghostface Killah and Raekwon order room service and notice the waiter is nervous.


Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid What I do, duck!
Ghostface Killah finds that a gunman is targeting him and takes cover.


Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something
Raekwon is in the shower and oblivious to the danger.


In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa If I could just reach my hammer He bust two shots, I played mice Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
Ghostface Killah dodges bullets and attire all in red by running towards the sun's reflection.


That's when Rae ran out of the back Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap Yo, what the fuck happened?
Raekwon runs out with a towel on and slips, then asks what happened.


It was a set up to get wet up Starks your bleeding Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up Ten G's down the drain Yo hurry up, we got to get him up Get the sheets son, let's fix him up
It was a setup to ambush them, leaving Ghostface Killah and Raekwon in distress and attempting to clean up the mess.


Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices
Ghostface Killah and Raekwon lock the door and try to get cleaned up while preparing to exit.


(Ghostface Killah) The hit came quick Hit the jack, star six Ghost Put down the phone stupid Wipe off your prints
Ghostface Killah realizes he has been hit and advises to take precautions and wipe fingerprints.


Rae ran hysterically Slipped on soap Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope We got three minutes, nobody seen shit Somebody might have heard shit
Raekwon slips on soap but keeps his firearm; Ghostface Killah and Raekwon have a brief amount of time to leave before being caught.


Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying son, balloons popped Threw this dude under the bed A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds Had money in juice up on his wedding day
Ghostface Killah recalls an event with his mom's bird while hiding under the bed; pretending to party, they hide a man under the bed and Raekwon swallows diamonds.


The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me, What you want sweaty, Lima beans and kidney Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut Praying how me make it out the telly and touch
Ghostface Killah is worried about escaping; dealing with various distractions, like his wife calling for dinner and the hotel staff knocking on his door.


Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer Caught up in the grimy shit Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
Ghostface Killah and Raekwon reflect on the unexpected crime they were involved in and book a flight to leave town.


Hey yo, the pressures on, sonny got murk Its time to move fast Hey yo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates Blew on the first class flight to L.A.
Ghostface Killah and Raekwon feel the pressure to leave fast after hearing of a murder and fly back home to L.A.


It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn So were it came from? That nigga we stuck and took the caine from We should have killed him when we had him Yo I was holding a Magnum Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
Ghostface Killah reflects on where the situation originated from and realizes they should have killed a man they took caine from in the past.


We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming He should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunning Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Ghostface Killah realizes they could have been aware of the attack sooner by recognizing the warning signs and also figures out who set them up.


Dawned on me later on By then the day was gone How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on Smoke the Cee Allah Sent the kite through the Pens Him and big Dan Known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems Giants from Attica riots Halls is quiet CO's with babies on their arms look tight And this nigga from down state got shipped up north Stocky young fella, running his lips on how he set it off Then heard that shit, plus got that kite Money got murdered in his bunk that night
Ghostface Killah recalls the attack and blames the man who set it up; in prison, another man brags about committing the murder on the radio.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: CARLOS DARONDE BROADY, COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES

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