Gutted
Jay‐Z feat. Beanie Sigel Lyrics


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Uh, nigga, you're gutted
Your paper on a budget
You ain't got a pot to piss in, no bucket
You niggas call ass on facts you can't cover
Your homie got bread, but you dead luggage!
Tommy Tucker, neighborhood sucka
Your baby mama duck ya
Your bitches won't fuck ya you petty, thief
Your name is "Don't trust ya"
Better stay out them peoples' store
'fore the cops cuff ya!
David Ruffin, Eddie Kane puffer
Nights like this
You wish for bread and butter
The raindrops fall on your
Head with no umbrella
Fella, eh, you're broke, you're busted
You're gutted!

You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You talking 'bout that bread but
Your bread ain't buttered
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You talking Ace of Spades but
You balling on a budget!
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah
You gutted
You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets
Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar
We got it covered!

Bitch, you're gutted
Your whole twist fucked up
Your knees stay scuffed up from
Sucking that nut up
Just to get a buck to get your hair did
Done up your manicuring refill them bare
Feet cheap heels
Or them dollar store Chinese slippers
Your weave track slippin'
Kitchen full of dishes
House full of Bébé's Kids that stay shitting
Baby bottle empty, your rent check missing
You rock Gucci this and that
But your kids bummy
You letting strangers claim them
For income tax money
You need a whole foot in your ass
That shit you pulling
You weekend looker, you hooker, you gutted!

You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You talking 'bout that bread but
Your bread ain't buttered
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You talking Ace of Spades but
You balling on a budget!
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah
You gutted
You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets
Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar
We got it covered!

You just gon' fake it 'til you make it, huh?
Rented houses on MTV, you tapin' them
Fine hoes in your videos, you drapin' them
Green screens of the projects
You safe in them!
Fine cars in your videos, you pay for them?
Shit, I can't knock your hustle, though
You make it fun
Dear rappers: you been fooling the public
People starting to think y'all real
Do something!
See what we do when niggas do 200?
It's on like the platinum to us chew
Snuff 'em back to life, you're not reality
Your salary is like celery
We eatin' over here, nigga
You're like salad to me!
Get your weight up, get your steak up
Those little acres, get your estate up
To face us, you're gon' need an island
It's imaginary players take 2000
You're gutted!

You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You talking 'bout that bread but
Your bread ain't buttered
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You talking Ace of Spades but
You balling on a budget!
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah
You gutted
You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets
Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar
We got it covered!

You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You talking 'bout that bread but
Your bread ain't buttered
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You talking Ace of Spades but
You balling on a budget!
Yeah, yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah
You gutted (You see us, VIP
Gold bottles in them buckets
Yeah, you gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted




When the Roc Boys in the house, open bar
We got it covered)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Gutted" by Jay-Z feat. Beanie Sigel explore the themes of materialism, deception, and the disconnect between appearance and reality. The song criticizes individuals who front and try to portray a lavish lifestyle that they cannot afford or do not have. The term "gutted" is used metaphorically to represent the emptiness and lack of substance in these individuals' lives.


The lyrics highlight the hypocrisy and false bravado of these individuals. They claim to have money and luxury items, like Ace of Spades champagne, but in reality, they are on a tight budget and cannot truly afford the extravagant lifestyle they try to project. The song also touches on themes of deceit and manipulation, with references to individuals who manipulate others to get what they want, such as using their children for income tax money.


Jay-Z and Beanie Sigel mock these "gutted" individuals, exposing their lies and calling out their lack of authenticity. They contrast these individuals with themselves, emphasizing their own success and ability to enjoy a truly lavish lifestyle. The lyrics assert that these individuals cannot compete with the genuine wealth and prosperity of Jay-Z and his associates, referred to as the Roc Boys.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, nigga, you're gutted
You're completely defeated and broke


Your paper on a budget
You have very little money


You ain't got a pot to piss in, no bucket
You're so broke that you don't even have basic necessities


You niggas call ass on facts you can't cover
You try to deny the truth that exposes your lies


Your homie got bread, but you dead luggage!
Even though your friend is rich, you're just a burden


Tommy Tucker, neighborhood sucka
You're a weak and easily manipulated person in the community


Your baby mama duck ya
Your child's mother avoids you


Your bitches won't fuck ya you petty, thief
Even women refuse to engage with you because you're a small-time criminal


Your name is 'Don't trust ya'
People perceive you as untrustworthy


Better stay out them peoples' store 'fore the cops cuff ya!
You should avoid stealing from stores because you might get arrested


David Ruffin, Eddie Kane puffer
You indulge in drugs just like David Ruffin and Eddie Kane did


Nights like this
Occasions when life is particularly harsh


You wish for bread and butter
You hope for financial stability and success


The raindrops fall on your
Hardship and difficulties keep coming your way


Head with no umbrella
You're not prepared to handle the challenges in your life


Fella, eh, you're broke, you're busted
You're completely broke


You gutted, yeah, yeah, you gutted
You're completely defeated and broke


You talking 'bout that bread but your bread ain't buttered
You boast about money, but you're actually broke


Yeah, yeah, you gutted, uh, uh, you gutted!
You're completely defeated and broke


You talking Ace of Spades but you balling on a budget!
You pretend to be extravagant, but you actually have limited funds


You see us, VIP, gold bottles in them buckets
We enjoy a luxurious lifestyle with expensive drinks


Bitch, you're gutted
You're completely defeated and broke


Your whole twist fucked up
Your entire life is a mess


Your knees stay scuffed up from sucking that nut up
You damage your knees by performing sexual acts for money


Just to get a buck to get your hair did
You degrade yourself to earn money for your appearance


Done up your manicuring refill them bare feet cheap heels
You prioritize superficial beauty treatments over basic necessities


Or them dollar store Chinese slippers
You wear cheap, low-quality slippers


Your weave track slippin'
Your hair extensions are poorly attached and falling out


Kitchen full of dishes
You neglect household chores and have dirty dishes piling up


House full of Bébé's Kids that stay shitting
Your home is filled with unruly children who make a mess


Baby bottle empty, your rent check missing
You prioritize buying unnecessary things over paying rent


You rock Gucci this and that but your kids bummy
You spend money on luxury items while neglecting your children's needs


You letting strangers claim them for income tax money
You allow others to claim your children as dependents for financial gain


You need a whole foot in your ass
You deserve a severe punishment or wake-up call


That shit you pulling, you weekend looker, you hooker, you gutted!
Your deceptive actions and behavior reveal your true defeated state


You just gon' fake it 'til you make it, huh?
You plan to pretend and deceive until you achieve success


Rented houses on MTV, you tapin' them
You film yourself in rented houses to create a false image of success


Fine hoes in your videos, you drapin' them
You use attractive women in your music videos to enhance your image


Green screens of the projects, you safe in them!
You create fake environments to portray a dangerous lifestyle, while you're actually safe


Fine cars in your videos, you pay for them?
You pretend to own expensive cars in your videos, but they're actually rented


Shit, I can't knock your hustle, though
I can't criticize your efforts to make money despite their dishonesty


You make it fun
You enjoy your fraudulent activities


Dear rappers: you been fooling the public
The rap community has been deceived by your false image


People starting to think y'all real
Some individuals are actually believing your lies


Do something!
Take action or show your true self


See what we do when niggas do 200?
Witness the power and success we achieve when we give our all


It's on like the platinum to us chew
We're determined to succeed, just like platinum records


Snuff 'em back to life, you're not reality
Our success overshadows your fake reality


Your salary is like celery
Your income is insignificant and unimpressive


We eatin' over here, nigga
We're thriving and enjoying financial success


You're like salad to me!
You're insignificant and unimportant compared to us


Get your weight up, get your steak up
Improve your financial status and increase your success


Those little acres, get your estate up
Expand your financial assets, even if it's on a small scale


To face us, you're gon' need an island
You would need significant resources to compete with us


It's imaginary players take 2000
Only the most skilled and successful individuals can join our circle


You gutted!
You're completely defeated and broke




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: SHARIF EMIL SLATER, DWIGHT GRANT, SHAWN CARTER

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Comments from YouTube:

Avy Taylor

Love this song!! I had forgot how good this whole album was! Love when Jigga & Beans colab!!

Jason Washington

one of my favorite songs of all time

Kev Set

Jay-Z Wasnt even Bothered & Still Killed It

DRE SKEE

This shit is a fundamental to hip hop in 2020. The Roc lives foreva....😎

Ram Martin

Back to life.... you not reality.. Jay killed that verse with 80's reference

Fernando Howard

Sigel flow is so natural

Adrian Estrada

Reminds me of being in Iraq.. Shit was banging out there. Z-ro was number one on my playlist but Beans was close with his lyrics

Daily Unfairness

Adrian Estrada i bought this at the PX in Al Taqqadam...LOL

puch man

Adrian Estrada zro trash compared to sigel 😂😂😂

Justice Anthony

Nostalgia calling... remember when this came out sometime I. 06'. Instant Banger!

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