The story surrounding Hussein Fatal's rise to fame is something straight ou… Read Full Bio ↴The story surrounding Hussein Fatal's rise to fame is something straight out of classic American gangster flicks; a rags to riches story almost reminiscent of Brian DePalma's Scarface. Substitute a Cuban Tony Montana with an African American Bruce Washington, and cocaine with hip-hop, and both stories share similar patterns. A high-speed lifestyle, an "I donΒΉt give a fuck" attitude, greed, murder and an untimely fall. This is the story of a street hustler turned rapper, turned hustler, turned rapper again.
Born Bruce Washington in 1977, Fatal was raised in Montclair, New Jersey, living with his mother, brother and four sisters. As a young rapper he looked up to legendary KRS-One and MC Shan, honing his skills and donning the name Fatal. Entering local underground rap battles, he developed a reputation around Jersey as a hot up and coming rapper and battler. At the same time, he was earning another reputation on the streets, dealing cocaine for a living between 1987 and 1989. Fatal was arrested a total of twenty four times as a minor, charged with various crimes including assault, robbery, drug trafficking, possession of narcotics, illegal firearms and trespassing. As an adult, he has been arrested at least twenty-five more times.
In the early 90s, with the help of then unknown hip-hop group, The Fugees, Fatal recorded a demo in Wyclef JeanΒΉs basement with his group, The Plague. Unfortunately no major label showed interest, and Fatal left the group. In 1995, he ran into Yafeu Β³Yaki KadafiΒ² Fula, an old high school friend who was also rapping at the time, helping his godbrother, Tupac Shakur, search for talent for a group they were forming. At the time, 'Pac was incarcerated at New YorkΒΉs Rikers Island Penitentiary; Kadafi asked Fatal if he was interested in joining the group, and the two made their way to visit 2Pac in jail. Before Fatal had a chance to introduce himself, 2Pac asked him to freestyle. He then immediately promised to take him under his wing once he was released from prison.
When 2Pac was released on October 12th 1995, on a US$1.4 million bail paid by Death Row Records, Interscope Records and Time Warner, he agreed to sign a three album record deal with Death Row, at the time the most successful record label in the hip-hop industry. Fatal and Kadafi turned down a recording contract with Interscope, and immediately flew to Los Angeles to be with ΕPac. They immediately started working on Tupac's Death Row debut, All Eyez On Me. 2Pac formed his new group around Fatal and Kadafi, bringing in his old group, Thug Life, and other family and friends. He gave Fatal the alias Hussein, but it was Fatal who thought of the groupΒΉs name, the Outlawz.
All Eyez On Me, which took only two weeks to complete, was released on February 13th 1996, as the first ever hip-hop double album, and is currently certified nine times platinum worldwide. For Hussein Fatal, the next seven months were filled with fame most people only dream of. He reached star status when ΕPacΒΉs Β³How Do U Want ItΒ² single was released with "Hit Em Up" as the B -side; the vicious diss track had everyone talking about 2Pac and the Outlawz. Everything came crashing down on September 7th 1996, when 2Pac was fatally wounded in a drive by shooting. He died a week later on September 13th, at 25. Fatal had gone back to Jersey the day before to attend court. After 2PacΒΉs murder, Yaki Kadafi also went back to Jersey with Fatal; both of them believing Los Angeles held nothing for them without 'Pac.
Only a couple of months later, on November 10th, Kadafi was murdered at the age of 19. Having lost two of his best friends within two months, Fatal decided the rap game was more dangerous than the drug game. He went back to the streets and began selling drugs again, a decision that would later have a great impact on his career and life. After months of chaos, he decided to sign with Relativity Records. He released his solo debut, In The Line Of Fire, in March 1997. Unfortunately, the label went bankrupt and the album got little to no promotion, resulting in poor sales.
Fatal then signed with Houston-based Rap-A-Lot Records - home to such legends as the Geto Boys and Scarface. He started working on his second solo album, Death Before Dishonor. He recorded over forty songs, including tracks featuring Fat Joe, Gang Starr, Gotti, Ja Rule, Lil' Mo, New Child, Outlawz, Rowdy Rahz and Scarface. Unfortunately, Fatal was arrested in December 1999 due to an assault charge from three years earlier. In 2001, he was released to a halfway house in Jersey, and paroled in early 2002. On November 19th 2002, Rap-A-Lot Records released his second solo album, re-titled Fatal.
In 2003, Fatal teamed up with Ja Rule, whom he had known for some time; Fatal was supposed to be part of the original Murderers with Rule, Jay Z, DMX and Mic Geronimo before that project fell through. Last November, Rule's fifth album, Blood In My Eye, was released. Fatal made guest appearances on four songs: "The Life," "Blood In My Eye," "It's Murda (Freestyle)" and "The Wrap (Freestyle)." He also appeared on AshantiΒΉs "Rain On Me (Remix)."
FatalΒΉs career is one of the unlucky ones in the hip-hop game. Now taking matters into his own hands, he has recently launched his own independent label, Thugtertainment and released two mixtapes, "Fatalveli Volume 1" and "Fatalveli Volume 2".
"I just gotta watch how I do shit right now, because everybodyΒΉs been waiting for shit and thereΒΉs been little bits and pieces thatΒΉs come out," Fatal says. "I just gotta watch how I do my shit and make sure everything's promoted right."
While many rappers nowadays are satisfied with the independent grind, Fatal has his sights set on bigger things. He is currently in negotiations with various major record labels for a new solo deal, and a new album is expected sometime next year. Only time will tell whether or not this ghetto drama has a happy ending. With a new label, new street buzz and a new album coming soon, Hussein Fatal may finally be on his way.
Rest in Paradise our brother Hussein Fatal. He passed away in a car accident on July 10, 2015.
Born Bruce Washington in 1977, Fatal was raised in Montclair, New Jersey, living with his mother, brother and four sisters. As a young rapper he looked up to legendary KRS-One and MC Shan, honing his skills and donning the name Fatal. Entering local underground rap battles, he developed a reputation around Jersey as a hot up and coming rapper and battler. At the same time, he was earning another reputation on the streets, dealing cocaine for a living between 1987 and 1989. Fatal was arrested a total of twenty four times as a minor, charged with various crimes including assault, robbery, drug trafficking, possession of narcotics, illegal firearms and trespassing. As an adult, he has been arrested at least twenty-five more times.
In the early 90s, with the help of then unknown hip-hop group, The Fugees, Fatal recorded a demo in Wyclef JeanΒΉs basement with his group, The Plague. Unfortunately no major label showed interest, and Fatal left the group. In 1995, he ran into Yafeu Β³Yaki KadafiΒ² Fula, an old high school friend who was also rapping at the time, helping his godbrother, Tupac Shakur, search for talent for a group they were forming. At the time, 'Pac was incarcerated at New YorkΒΉs Rikers Island Penitentiary; Kadafi asked Fatal if he was interested in joining the group, and the two made their way to visit 2Pac in jail. Before Fatal had a chance to introduce himself, 2Pac asked him to freestyle. He then immediately promised to take him under his wing once he was released from prison.
When 2Pac was released on October 12th 1995, on a US$1.4 million bail paid by Death Row Records, Interscope Records and Time Warner, he agreed to sign a three album record deal with Death Row, at the time the most successful record label in the hip-hop industry. Fatal and Kadafi turned down a recording contract with Interscope, and immediately flew to Los Angeles to be with ΕPac. They immediately started working on Tupac's Death Row debut, All Eyez On Me. 2Pac formed his new group around Fatal and Kadafi, bringing in his old group, Thug Life, and other family and friends. He gave Fatal the alias Hussein, but it was Fatal who thought of the groupΒΉs name, the Outlawz.
All Eyez On Me, which took only two weeks to complete, was released on February 13th 1996, as the first ever hip-hop double album, and is currently certified nine times platinum worldwide. For Hussein Fatal, the next seven months were filled with fame most people only dream of. He reached star status when ΕPacΒΉs Β³How Do U Want ItΒ² single was released with "Hit Em Up" as the B -side; the vicious diss track had everyone talking about 2Pac and the Outlawz. Everything came crashing down on September 7th 1996, when 2Pac was fatally wounded in a drive by shooting. He died a week later on September 13th, at 25. Fatal had gone back to Jersey the day before to attend court. After 2PacΒΉs murder, Yaki Kadafi also went back to Jersey with Fatal; both of them believing Los Angeles held nothing for them without 'Pac.
Only a couple of months later, on November 10th, Kadafi was murdered at the age of 19. Having lost two of his best friends within two months, Fatal decided the rap game was more dangerous than the drug game. He went back to the streets and began selling drugs again, a decision that would later have a great impact on his career and life. After months of chaos, he decided to sign with Relativity Records. He released his solo debut, In The Line Of Fire, in March 1997. Unfortunately, the label went bankrupt and the album got little to no promotion, resulting in poor sales.
Fatal then signed with Houston-based Rap-A-Lot Records - home to such legends as the Geto Boys and Scarface. He started working on his second solo album, Death Before Dishonor. He recorded over forty songs, including tracks featuring Fat Joe, Gang Starr, Gotti, Ja Rule, Lil' Mo, New Child, Outlawz, Rowdy Rahz and Scarface. Unfortunately, Fatal was arrested in December 1999 due to an assault charge from three years earlier. In 2001, he was released to a halfway house in Jersey, and paroled in early 2002. On November 19th 2002, Rap-A-Lot Records released his second solo album, re-titled Fatal.
In 2003, Fatal teamed up with Ja Rule, whom he had known for some time; Fatal was supposed to be part of the original Murderers with Rule, Jay Z, DMX and Mic Geronimo before that project fell through. Last November, Rule's fifth album, Blood In My Eye, was released. Fatal made guest appearances on four songs: "The Life," "Blood In My Eye," "It's Murda (Freestyle)" and "The Wrap (Freestyle)." He also appeared on AshantiΒΉs "Rain On Me (Remix)."
FatalΒΉs career is one of the unlucky ones in the hip-hop game. Now taking matters into his own hands, he has recently launched his own independent label, Thugtertainment and released two mixtapes, "Fatalveli Volume 1" and "Fatalveli Volume 2".
"I just gotta watch how I do shit right now, because everybodyΒΉs been waiting for shit and thereΒΉs been little bits and pieces thatΒΉs come out," Fatal says. "I just gotta watch how I do my shit and make sure everything's promoted right."
While many rappers nowadays are satisfied with the independent grind, Fatal has his sights set on bigger things. He is currently in negotiations with various major record labels for a new solo deal, and a new album is expected sometime next year. Only time will tell whether or not this ghetto drama has a happy ending. With a new label, new street buzz and a new album coming soon, Hussein Fatal may finally be on his way.
Rest in Paradise our brother Hussein Fatal. He passed away in a car accident on July 10, 2015.
Friday
Hussein Fatal Lyrics
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(ALL)Who dat?, what?,
There they go, there they go
There they go
The same motherfuckers,
You know nigga it's fuckin' Friday
We doin' it like last Friday
(Niggas ain't got shit to do)
(So we gon' get fucked up)
Who dat?
(Verse 1 - Dirty Bert)
Bert and Hussein, back to back now that's flammable
Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin' through Jerz emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull,
Another breath of oxygen,
Has is known for oxin' 'em
Kool Kas' chrome be droppin' 'em,
Killa Kane be lockin' Philipane
Drip from a toxic tongue
Get done wid it,
Out of control like we begun wid it
Bricks explode, licked you out the show
Lyrics
That nigga Bump did it
I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and,
Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Kadafi
Bringin' the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me,
In jail all that I can see provoking hell,
Chokin' at a third rail velocity
Obviously ya men have, been barkin' up the wrong tree
Microphone strong deep bomb first
Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse
Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me,
The black clip's burnin' me
The cat who act fraternity
The landscape's redded,
Fuck it ya man said it
Ya shoulda never let it escape
We won't wet it,
Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew,
Maestro can stand through,
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
(Hook - Dirty Bert)
Ten out of ten
No ya chance is a ninth
We do jail wid no bail
Losin' half of our life
Livin' the life of the poor
Losin' sight in the war
You can slice it down precise
Shit's trife around the board
(Verse 2 - Smooth)
We in this thing together
Tryna build the same cheddar
It's strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin' my waist
A fake couldn't relate to,
Drugs and honeys,
My hugs are funny
And thugs blow slugs for the money
Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late nights
Walkin' down New, you betta think twice
This shit ain't right,
It's all wrong,
NARC's we slide on
It ain't safe season
Say it's strength in numbers
We rolled the whole precint
Rev the whip up,
We live '98 stick-ups
Loadin' clips up
That flimsy ass vest we rip up
New Jerz, come check us
But don't test us
Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus
Act whatever, clap whatever
When we clap we clap together
Leavin' you cats on the stretcher
O.N.S. and the Embassy,
Outlawz and Pentagon
If it ain't that,
It ain't shit to me
It ain't shit to me
(Hook - Dirty Bert)
Ten out of ten
No ya chance is a ninth
We do jail wid no bail
Losin' half of our life
Livin' the life of the poor
Losin' sight in the war
You can slice it down precise
Shit's trife around the board
(Verse 3 - Hussein Fatal)
Fake lies, close ya eyes,
Nigga die in the dark
You little hip hop cop,
Playin' spy in the park
We turn schemes to cream
Cause we fiend for green
Wid the cops and streets watchin'
Ain't no need to dream
Codine my team,
Full beam on ya knotty
Killuminati to ya body
Got mooned wid the shotti
Getto star you for Amaru,
Yak see you tomorrow,
I know you here,
These other niggas be like where are you?
The Henny'll start you,
Dirty ever semi I borrow,
No confrontation or quarrel
I can't shake up or startle
The time taker
Tying 'em up like Ron Baker
Here to shake and break 'em down
Like the LA Lakers
I see through 'em
Ain't no tellin' what I'ma bout to leave through 'em
While he lay there I stay there
While the paramedics'll breathe through him
Squeeze through him,
Put the E to him, hit 'em up
He gon' lay there shakin' waitin' for y'all to pick him up
Ya outta there,
Quick as you squeal, I'll appeal
It's kill or be killed,
In this world of free steel
Every crew's a game,
Wearin' blues is strange
From how you move you'll be named
For what you doin' who you claim
You might, think it's a game
From bein' critically acclaimed
A war winner for pitiful game
Fuck wid Hussein
(Verse 4 - Killa Black)
From cops got our feet tired
Everybody split up anybody get caught
Son just keep quiet,
These C's watchin' me,
Two CDS' of armed robbery
Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property,
Keep to myself that's how I got to be, cats acknowledge me,
For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically
Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly
Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology
I'm realer than the cats that shot at me
I think I'll probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain't easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill or be killed's my motto,
I do it cause I got to,
I'ma, straight up commodity
I thug in this society
On the side ah me's my niggas that'll die for me
Would you ride for me?, or get rode on?
Been in this game so long
I kick slick shit in every sentence
Y'all have to grow on,
Throughout my hard times my vision was blind
Hustlin' dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me
I ain't puttin' it in my rhymes
You ain't worth it,
Wid out contact I catch perfect,
Had the heart in front of the crowd
But in your eyes you nervous,
Now start chirpin',
The .38 special start squirtin'
Leave two holes in ya shirt
And put you on the side street hurtin',
Now that's for talkin' out ya person,
(Muthafuckaz)
Fuckaz
(Outro)
Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein
Aiyyo, (recognise)
Tell somebody come get me
(O.N.S., Outlaw)
If not I'll be home in like 5
Hahahhahha
Motherfuckin' Friday
(Tick like time)
For all y'all niggas that wanna fuck wit me
Before my shit come out,
It's about to drop too bitch,
(Y'all don't know O.N.S nasty new)
Hey Ric where the fuck the Henny at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' three days in the Waker
Ahaha, yo fuck that calender
I ain't for that shit.....
Yo A-rock man,
(Moddy Bang)
It's on for them niggas
(Killa Black)
Killa Black.....
There they go, there they go
There they go
The same motherfuckers,
You know nigga it's fuckin' Friday
We doin' it like last Friday
(Niggas ain't got shit to do)
(So we gon' get fucked up)
(Verse 1 - Dirty Bert)
Bert and Hussein, back to back now that's flammable
Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin' through Jerz emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull,
Another breath of oxygen,
Has is known for oxin' 'em
Kool Kas' chrome be droppin' 'em,
Killa Kane be lockin' Philipane
Drip from a toxic tongue
Get done wid it,
Out of control like we begun wid it
Bricks explode, licked you out the show
Lyrics
That nigga Bump did it
I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and,
Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Kadafi
Bringin' the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me,
In jail all that I can see provoking hell,
Chokin' at a third rail velocity
Obviously ya men have, been barkin' up the wrong tree
Microphone strong deep bomb first
Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse
Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me,
The black clip's burnin' me
The cat who act fraternity
The landscape's redded,
Fuck it ya man said it
Ya shoulda never let it escape
We won't wet it,
Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew,
Maestro can stand through,
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
(Hook - Dirty Bert)
Ten out of ten
No ya chance is a ninth
We do jail wid no bail
Losin' half of our life
Livin' the life of the poor
Losin' sight in the war
You can slice it down precise
Shit's trife around the board
(Verse 2 - Smooth)
We in this thing together
Tryna build the same cheddar
It's strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin' my waist
A fake couldn't relate to,
Drugs and honeys,
My hugs are funny
And thugs blow slugs for the money
Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late nights
Walkin' down New, you betta think twice
This shit ain't right,
It's all wrong,
NARC's we slide on
It ain't safe season
Say it's strength in numbers
We rolled the whole precint
Rev the whip up,
We live '98 stick-ups
Loadin' clips up
That flimsy ass vest we rip up
New Jerz, come check us
But don't test us
Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus
Act whatever, clap whatever
When we clap we clap together
Leavin' you cats on the stretcher
O.N.S. and the Embassy,
Outlawz and Pentagon
If it ain't that,
It ain't shit to me
It ain't shit to me
(Hook - Dirty Bert)
Ten out of ten
No ya chance is a ninth
We do jail wid no bail
Losin' half of our life
Livin' the life of the poor
Losin' sight in the war
You can slice it down precise
Shit's trife around the board
(Verse 3 - Hussein Fatal)
Fake lies, close ya eyes,
Nigga die in the dark
You little hip hop cop,
Playin' spy in the park
We turn schemes to cream
Cause we fiend for green
Wid the cops and streets watchin'
Ain't no need to dream
Codine my team,
Full beam on ya knotty
Killuminati to ya body
Got mooned wid the shotti
Getto star you for Amaru,
Yak see you tomorrow,
I know you here,
These other niggas be like where are you?
The Henny'll start you,
Dirty ever semi I borrow,
No confrontation or quarrel
I can't shake up or startle
The time taker
Tying 'em up like Ron Baker
Here to shake and break 'em down
Like the LA Lakers
I see through 'em
Ain't no tellin' what I'ma bout to leave through 'em
While he lay there I stay there
While the paramedics'll breathe through him
Squeeze through him,
Put the E to him, hit 'em up
He gon' lay there shakin' waitin' for y'all to pick him up
Ya outta there,
Quick as you squeal, I'll appeal
It's kill or be killed,
In this world of free steel
Every crew's a game,
Wearin' blues is strange
From how you move you'll be named
For what you doin' who you claim
You might, think it's a game
From bein' critically acclaimed
A war winner for pitiful game
Fuck wid Hussein
(Verse 4 - Killa Black)
From cops got our feet tired
Everybody split up anybody get caught
Son just keep quiet,
These C's watchin' me,
Two CDS' of armed robbery
Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property,
Keep to myself that's how I got to be, cats acknowledge me,
For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically
Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly
Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology
I'm realer than the cats that shot at me
I think I'll probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain't easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill or be killed's my motto,
I do it cause I got to,
I'ma, straight up commodity
I thug in this society
On the side ah me's my niggas that'll die for me
Would you ride for me?, or get rode on?
Been in this game so long
I kick slick shit in every sentence
Y'all have to grow on,
Throughout my hard times my vision was blind
Hustlin' dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me
I ain't puttin' it in my rhymes
You ain't worth it,
Wid out contact I catch perfect,
Had the heart in front of the crowd
But in your eyes you nervous,
Now start chirpin',
The .38 special start squirtin'
Leave two holes in ya shirt
And put you on the side street hurtin',
Now that's for talkin' out ya person,
(Muthafuckaz)
Fuckaz
(Outro)
Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein
Aiyyo, (recognise)
Tell somebody come get me
(O.N.S., Outlaw)
If not I'll be home in like 5
Hahahhahha
Motherfuckin' Friday
(Tick like time)
For all y'all niggas that wanna fuck wit me
Before my shit come out,
It's about to drop too bitch,
(Y'all don't know O.N.S nasty new)
Hey Ric where the fuck the Henny at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' three days in the Waker
Ahaha, yo fuck that calender
I ain't for that shit.....
Yo A-rock man,
(Moddy Bang)
It's on for them niggas
(Killa Black)
Killa Black.....
The lyrics of Hussein Fatal's song Friday is a celebration of the end of another week and an ode to debauchery. The hook indicates that the group is familiar with hardships and tumbles in life, but makes do with whatever they have. The lyrics of the song exude a sense of toughness and menace, which is typical of gangster rap. The song seems to celebrate violence, with lyrics like "every crew's a game...from how you move you'll be named for what you doin' who you claim." It is indicative of the turmoil and violence that exists within gangs, and how people are quick to jump to violence as their chosen method of resolving conflicts.
The song features the rappers Dirty Bert, Smooth, Hussein Fatal, and Killa Black, each delivering verses that depict their tough and lawless personas. The song is laden with curse words and violent imagery, keeping in line with the gangster rap genre. Overall, the song is a portrayal of the harsh realities of life in poor neighborhoods and the measures that people take to survive in such circumstances.
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jinfinite waves
π₯ I remember that Jersey sound on this album fatal had some dope tracks on this album
Vivid Visual Films
this beat is so crazy damn i used to play this back 2 back 2 back!!!
techtee murphy
π§ππΆβοΈππ2022 and beyond π£οΈ
beatzinbag
That Heat!!!!
D 1
This shit is soooooo fuckin π₯π₯π₯...I'm here n 2021. This shit was pedal 2 the medal. They applied pressure 2 this shit!!!
Hoffa Bee
Classic!
Z.O.E
Happy 25th anniversary to this album on March 24th especially since today is Friday
Beas 809
Classic π―πͺ
south paw entertainment
Classic dope!!!
Brand E
Dope as hell βοΈ