Don't You Know
Jaÿ-Z Lyrics


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Turn my music high, high, high, higher
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
Sure I do

I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and
Bullets'll follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone
Welcome to Hell, where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come, you better return 'em
All scars, we earn 'em
All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hopping out the back of vans
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it
Was clapping them flamers before I became famous
For playing me, y'all shall forever remain nameless (you don't know)

I am Hov (what you're doing, doing, doing)
Sure I do

I tell you the difference between me and them
They're trying to get their ones, I'm trying to get them Ms
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now looking at the forty million boy
I'm raping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man

R-O-C (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs
Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewinding me back
Could make forty off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov would sell clothing
Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them, ha
I smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now looking at one smart black boy
Mama ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth
I'll triple my worth, motherfucker

I will not lose (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
Put something on it

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell
I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face
Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay

I, hahaha (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)




Will not lose, ever
Fucker

Overall Meaning

In this song, Jay-Z highlights his journey from the streets to becoming a successful rapper and businessman. He talks about the violence, drug use, and police brutality that are rampant in his neighborhood. He describes the constant struggle to survive and make a living in such an environment. Jay-Z uses the metaphors of selling ice in winter, fire in hell, and water to a well, to represent his hustle and determination to succeed in any situation.


He talks about the difference between him and other rappers who are only focused on making money in the moment, while he is focused on long term wealth. He boasts about his success in the rap industry, and how he is making millions of dollars for himself and his label Def Jam. He is proud of his accomplishments and does not plan on slowing down.


The overall message of the song is one of perseverance and determination. Jay-Z has overcome the odds to become successful, and he wants to inspire others to do the same. He is confident in his abilities and knows that he will not fail.


Line by Line Meaning

Turn my music high, high, high, higher
I'm getting pumped up and ready to go - my music needs to be loud and energizing.


(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
You might not understand the life I live, the risks I take, and the decisions I make - but trust me, I know what I'm doing.


Sure I do
I'm confident in myself and my abilities, despite what others may think.


I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and Bullets'll follow 'em and There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone Welcome to Hell, where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come, you better return 'em All scars, we earn 'em All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hopping out the back of vans Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it Was clapping them flamers before I became famous For playing me, y'all shall forever remain nameless
I come from a rough neighborhood where violence is common and drugs are everywhere. The police are always watching, but we still find a way to make money. There are dangers around every corner, and one misstep can lead to your demise. We're tough and we've been through a lot - our scars and cars are a testament to that. We're always on the lookout for trouble, but we're not afraid to fight back. I'm proud of where I come from, and I don't need designer labels to prove who I am. I was already clapping guns before I became famous - those who underestimated me will regret it.


(you don't know)
Again, others may not understand or appreciate the life I've experienced and the skills I've gained from it.


I am Hov (what you're doing, doing, doing)
I'm Jay-Z, and I'm confident in my abilities and my success.


Sure I do
Again, I have faith in myself and my abilities.


I tell you the difference between me and them They're trying to get their ones, I'm trying to get them Ms One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now looking at the forty million boy I'm raping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
I stand out from others because I'm not just trying to make a little bit of money - I'm aiming for huge success. In just five years, I've made an impressive amount of money, and I'm not satisfied yet. I won't stop until I reach my ultimate goal - to make $100 million and surpass everyone else in the music industry.


R-O-C (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing) That's where you're wrong
I'm the CEO of Roc-A-Fella Records, and those who underestimate me or my label are making a mistake.


I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewinding me back Could make forty off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov would sell clothing Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them, ha I smarten up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now looking at one smart black boy Mama ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth I'll triple my worth, motherfucker
When I started out, I had $100,000 that I earned from selling drugs. But I saw a way to make even more money using my talent - I could make $40,000 off a single brick of cocaine, or I could create something more lasting and profitable with my music. I was successful enough to branch out into the fashion industry, and I've continued to smarten up and make even more money over the years. My mom didn't raise me to be a fool, and I'm confident that no matter where I go, I'll be successful.


(you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
Again, others may doubt my abilities or my business sense, but they're wrong.


I will not lose (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing) Put something on it
I refuse to be a failure, and I'm willing to bet on myself and my success.


I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay
I'm a natural hustler and salesperson - I can sell anything, even in the toughest situations. I was born to make money, and I'm always on the move to find new opportunities. I won't let anyone else tell me what to do - I'm the boss, and you better listen to me. Don't underestimate me or get in my way - I'm Big Jay, and I won't back down.


(you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
Again, others might underestimate me or not fully understand my potential.


Will not lose, ever Fucker
I'm not going to back down or fail - I'm confident in my abilities and my success, and I won't let anyone get in my way.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Broma 16, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bobby Byrd, Shawn Carter

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