Threat
JAY-Z Lyrics


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Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screaming out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!

Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
In your upper level, valet a couple strays
From the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.

Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you think you dealing with?
They call me Threats, nigga I been making threats
Since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been? You ain't heard? Got the word that I'm
That I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's right

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment




Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jay-Z's song "Threat" depict the rapper's aggressive and threatening demeanor towards anyone who crosses him. Jay-Z warns his enemies that he is not to be messed with and is willing to go to extreme measures to protect himself. He even goes as far as letting his gun sing a song and stating that he has the power to make others wait for him until five in the morning.


The song includes various references to pop culture, such as mentioning Christina Aguilera and Halle Berry, as well as referencing a scene from David Blaine's magic show. The lyrics also boast about Jay-Z's wealth and status, referring to himself as the "black Warren Buffett." The combination of violent threats and grandiosity paints a picture of a powerful and dangerous figure.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo once a pimp gets threats
When someone in a position of power receives threats


That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
Yes, those are indeed the threats


And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
I take my position seriously and my intentions are genuine


And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
I am not afraid to resort to violence, I will dismember you


Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Hide your body inside a mattress, similar to how drug money is concealed


Yeah, I done told you niggas
I have warned you multiple times


Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
Repeatedly, I have told you to cease your actions against me


Nine albums, stop fucking with me
Even after nine successful albums, you continue to provoke me


The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
I am armed with a weapon, you should cease your antagonistic behavior


You niggas must got nine lives
You seem to believe that you have multiple lives, as if you cannot be killed


9th wonder
A reference to a producer named 9th Wonder


Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Stab you with a knife, causing harm and taking away some of your life force


Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
Have I scared you yet? Should I carry on with my actions?


I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I place a gun against you and allow it to make music by firing


I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
One gun makes a humming sound while the other adds to the melody


Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
It becomes a harmonized performance, and when you meet your demise, you will be wet with blood


The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
The skillful handling of two guns, and it doesn't take two mouths to perform this act


To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
To execute this with precision, similar to playing a trumpet, you ignorant fool


This is a unusual musical I conducting
I am orchestrating an uncommon form of music through my actions


You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I am the African-American equivalent of a wealthy businessman, causing critics to fear and avoid criticism


I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
I am indifferent to influential people, such as C. Delores Tucker


Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
Even someone like Bill O'Reilly can only provoke me further


For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
I was subjected to drug testing for three years, a degrading experience


Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Now they are about to release me from this situation, what do you think I will become?


Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
Even though I have undergone a rehabilitation process, I still hold onto my anger


I'm young black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
Being a young, wealthy black man, some people want to expose me, but they cannot


You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
You have never had control over me like Christina Aguilera


But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
But if you catch me driving on the Westside, I will be as fast and skillful as Halle Berry


Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Or on the FDR highway, in the driver's seat of my car


Screaming out the sunroof death to y'all
Shouting from the open sunroof, expressing my desire for all of you to die


You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
You cannot kill me because I will live on through my lyrics and music


I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
I sic dangerous individuals on you, I offer a reward for your capture


The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look like bread
The entire neighborhood will target you, you are starting to resemble money


I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
I dispatch a group of individuals to confront you, and I am not referring to federal agents


Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
Those individuals will take your life, you understood my warning


I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
I cause others to wait for you until five in the morning


Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Hide your intelligence, keep it concealed


Nigga stop fuckin with me
Cease your actions of provoking me


R.I.P.
Rest in peace


That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Indeed, I am unruly and uncontrollable


Nigga I keep trash bags with me
I always carry garbage bags with me


Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
You never know when you will need to dispose of a dead body


This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!
This is genuine, it is an authentic expression of my thoughts


Grown man I put hands on you
As an adult, I will use physical force against you


I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
I bury you in a hole in the desert, similar to the construction of the hotel 'The Sands'


Lay out blueprint plans on you
I meticulously strategize my actions against you


We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
We are a group of influential individuals, resembling the Rat Pack, and we will let Sam (referring to Frank Sinatra) dance on you


Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
Then, I shoot you in a way reminiscent of Frank Sinatra, damn you


I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
I place you in a state of confinement, similar to how David Blaine performs tricks


Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Allowing the audience to witness your predicament, as it is of no concern to me


Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
You desire for me to be insincere, but I am decisive like George W. Bush pressing a button


Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
In front of all of you in your cars, I will open the hood and take what is rightfully mine


Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
I will expose the entirety of your neighborhood, as though there is oil beneath it


Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it
I possess valuable possessions that none of you desire to obtain


Like, Castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Similar to the effects of castor oil, I transform you completely


Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
Either modify your appearance or bullets will alter your physical state


Y'all niggas is targets
You all are the subjects of my attacks


Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
Your bodies will serve as the parking spot for the bullets, so do not provoke me


In your upper level, valet a couple strays
In your upper-class living, bullets will be stationed


From the 38 special, nigga, God bless you
Fired from a .38 caliber revolver, may God protect you


Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Yes, I am indeed issuing threats


Who you think you dealing with?
Do you not understand who you are engaging with?


They call me Threats, nigga I been making threats
They refer to me as 'Threats', I have a history of making threats


Since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Even as a child in kindergarten, I was issuing threats


Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
Go ahead, inquire about me, you will discover that you should have known who I am


When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Whether the gun is concealed or revealed, you will meet your demise


Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
Similar to nunchucks used by Jet Li in martial arts films


I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
I am the ultimate individual, indicating that nobody should attempt to oppose me


No two, no three, no four, know why?
Not two, not three, not four individuals can overpower me, do you understand why?


Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
My .45 caliber handgun might take away your life


You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
You don't have to attend church to become familiar with your creator


It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the 7
It is a harmonious union when I present the number 7


Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
I will have you featured on the African-American news channel UPN at 11 o'clock


Where you been? You ain't heard? Got the word that I'm
Where have you been? Haven't you heard about me? It is well-known that I am


That I'm so sincere?
That I am genuinely committed to my actions?


I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I particularly resemble Joe Pesci when I smile


I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
I am willing to kill you, then take my own life, only to return and kill you once more


That's right
Indeed


I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
I cause others to wait for you until five in the morning


Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Hide your intelligence, keep it concealed


Nigga stop fuckin with me
Cease your actions of provoking me


R.I.P.
Rest in peace


Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Yes, I am indeed issuing threats


Who you think you dealing with?
Do you not understand who you are engaging with?


They call me Threats, nigga I been making threats
They refer to me as 'Threats', I have a history of making threats


Since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Even as a child in kindergarten, I was issuing threats


Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
Go ahead, inquire about me, you will discover that you should have known who I am


When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Whether the gun is concealed or revealed, you will meet your demise


Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
Similar to nunchucks used by Jet Li in martial arts films


I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
I am the ultimate individual, indicating that nobody should attempt to oppose me


No two, no three, no four, know why?
Not two, not three, not four individuals can overpower me, do you understand why?


Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
My .45 caliber handgun might take away your life


You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
You don't have to attend church to become familiar with your creator


It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the 7
It is a harmonious union when I present the number 7


Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
I will have you featured on the African-American news channel UPN at 11 o'clock


Where you been? You ain't heard? Got the word that I'm
Where have you been? Haven't you heard about me? It is well-known that I am


That I'm so sincere?
That I am genuinely committed to my actions?


I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I particularly resemble Joe Pesci when I smile


I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
I am willing to kill you, then take my own life, only to return and kill you once more


That's right
Indeed


I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
I cause others to wait for you until five in the morning


Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Hide your intelligence, keep it concealed


Nigga stop fuckin with me
Cease your actions of provoking me


R.I.P.
Rest in peace




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Robert Kelly, Shawn Carter

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