A Week Ago
Jay-Z Lyrics


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Uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything
Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money, had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry
And then my motherfucking niggas started snitching
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Bitch!

Growing up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
Let him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strained
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name
I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dog, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home"
I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleaching your dome, you're reaching
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on"
From there I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spot, store to add some more features on my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe cause niggas is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case
It's on

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you dropping names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you crying for bail
Seventeen and I'm holding on to around a mil'
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggas thinking I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill
Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight 'til round thirty
Freezing on them corners still holding my crack
Looking up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Came from flat broke to letting the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never going back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you dropping names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)

The lawyer I retained you said you leaking some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I would of bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We 'sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who would of thought you'd get popped one time and rat?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you dropping names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)

Shit is crazy man
All these niggas out here snitching
We was one step away from taking this crack money
And recycling it through the ghettos
And building back up our own hoods
Now all you niggas start snitching on each other
I got partners doing 15-20
Wouldn't to been doing SHIT
If you didn't snitch
Bitch!
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good
Shut your mouth
Just watch the game
And don't snitch
It sure will do a lot for you
Believe that baby
Jay-z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it
Got it goin on
We got the money
Ain't got nuthin' to do with crime baby
But I'm recognizing





You rat bastard!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jay-Z's "A Week Ago" describe the betrayal of a former friend who turned to snitching, resulting in their previous luxurious lifestyle being turned upside down. The song details how Jay-Z (and the friend) came up in the hood, hustling and helping each other out. However, once Jay-Z’s friend got caught by the authorities, he began cooperating with them and consequently, their friendship became strained. Their once close bond evidenced by the “oath” to never rat was forever damaged once the betrayal occurred. The lyrics are a stark reminder of the dangers of the street life and the consequences that come with it. The song portrays a message of loyalty and how betrayal of that bond can lead to a lifetime of regret and pain.


The first verse details how Jay-Z and his friend used to hustle together and take care of each other, but their morals differed when one of them eventually got caught. The second verse is a direct insult to the friend, calling him a “rat” and discussing the negative consequences that accompany snitching, as well as the lasting effect it has on the snitch’s reputation among their peers. In the last verse, Jay-Z delves in-depth about the damage that snitching has caused to their friendship, stating that his friend's betrayal was so bad that even his sister is mad with him, and his son has to grow up knowing that his father is a snitch.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh-huh That's right Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Things were going well a week ago


Last week I had everything
I had everything I wanted


Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had everything going for me a week ago


I had the money, had the cars, the bitches
I had money, cars, and women


Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
It was all good a week ago


And the jewelry And then my motherfucking niggas started snitching
I had jewelry and then my friends started telling the authorities my secrets


Uh-huh, uh uh, yo Bitch!
I can't believe it, betrayal hurts


Growing up in the hood just my dog and me We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see Problems, I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
I grew up with my friend, we used to hustle together. We weren't exactly partners but we had each other's backs.


Let him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly
I trusted him so much that I let him use my keys. We spoke frequently and he was always involved in my business dealings. When the law came, we both ran.


Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that's when our relationship strained Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
He couldn't jump the hedges with me and was caught by the law - that's when our relationship changed. He used to call me collect from prison but eventually ran out of money.


And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I was eager to talk to him, but when he called he was speaking recklessly and I could tell he was lying.


I said, "Damn dog, what, nine weeks and you're home?" He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home" I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone The crackers up there bleaching your dome, you're reaching
I was shocked that he was out of prison so soon. He tried to act like everything was fine because I was out, but I didn't believe him and stayed silent. I knew the authorities were brainwashing him, so he was reaching.


I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on" From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spot, store to add some more features on my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
I knew life went on and I had to continue doing what I was doing. I sensed that there was a problem between us, so I went to the store to add more features to my phone and check it for bugs.


Can't be too safe cause niggas is two-faced And they show the other side when they catch a new case It's on
You can never be too careful because people are disloyal and will show their true colors when they get in trouble.


It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)
I was cool with you when you had a lot of weed and bought a new home, I can't understand why you would turn on me now and snitch.


Funny what, seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip now you dropping names Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)
It's remarkable how things can change in just a week. You used to be trustworthy, but now you're aiming to betray me and dropping names.


Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar now you crying for bail
I didn't force you to sell drugs at gunpoint. We both started off naive in this business, but I had more clients and did better financially than you. I told you to save some money, but now you're broke and need bail.


Seventeen and I'm holding on to around a mil' I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill Had niggas thinking I was from Uptown for real I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill
I was just 17 years old but had around a million dollars. I could have bailed out and scam my way out of the trial. People thought I was from Uptown because of how much I hustled and how good I was at it.


Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight 'til round thirty Freezing on them corners still holding my crack Looking up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
I'm like a typical Brooklynite from Brownsville. I'm down and gritty, willing to fight until the very end. I'm holding my crack outside, shivering and looking for customers.


Came from flat broke to letting the dough stack You tell them feds I said I'm never going back I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious
I came from having nothing to stacking money. Tell the authorities I won't return to prison. I'm from Marcy Projects where we don't snitch. You must know the gravity of your actions, you can't be serious.


The lawyer I retained you said you leaking some things All this after a week in the bang I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame I would of bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing
The lawyer I hired told me that you're giving out information after only a week in jail. I'm mad at myself for not seeing that you were weak and had a tendency to betray me. I would have never guessed that you would snitch.


Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us We 'sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that? Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
We took a blood oath to always have each other's back, even when we were broke. We were supposed to always be ready to fight, but what happened to that? Instead, you sold me out for a minor crime.


Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who would of thought you'd get popped one time and rat?
The same thing that makes you happy can also make you sad. The same business that angers you could also be the cause of your death. It's a risky game, and sometimes you lose. Who would have thought that you would snitch after getting caught just once?


Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?" The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars
It's bad when even your family is disappointed in you. Your son will grow up knowing that you're a snitch. Being called a snitch is a reputational scar that lasts a lifetime. You'll always be in prison in the eyes of others, even if you're not physically there.


Shit is crazy man All these niggas out here snitching We was one step away from taking this crack money And recycling it through the ghettos And building back up our own hoods Now all you niggas start snitching on each other I got partners doing 15-20 Wouldn't to been doing SHIT If you didn't snitch It's about time y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good Shut your mouth Just watch the game And don't snitch It sure will do a lot for you Believe that baby Jay-z, Short Dawg's in the house main You know I got it Got it goin on We got the money Ain't got nuthin' to do with crime baby But I'm recognizing You rat bastard!
Things are crazy these days with everyone snitching. We were close to using our drug money to help our community, but now everyone is selling each other out to the authorities. I have friends who are serving long prison sentences because of snitches. If you don't want to go to jail, keep your mouth shut and don't snitch. Jay-z and Too $hort have money, but it's not from committing crimes. I'm calling out the person who betrayed me as a rat.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: Shawn Carter, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Christopher Jasper

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