For My Niggas
Jay-Z Lyrics


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Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz
It's almost over y'all
Jigga, how real is that?
Uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!

(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who? (Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (yeah)

From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
And then we got to hustlin', murderin' thangs
I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
Now I'm Titanic, Iceberg's the name
Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm bakin' soda, water, fire, merged with 'caine
Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"
Well guess what mami? I heard the same
You heard the name

(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who? (Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (yeah, uh)

I got a license to kill so I steer the gat
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us and the guns!"
See I scramble with priests, hustle with nuns
I got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy
Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Muh'fuckers want to wet me still, I remain y'all
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely to see Jigga in a widebody or
Drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me ya'll (uh)

(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who? (Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you should
'Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
They all black in the club, the outcome ain't good
Them niggas act like wolves, how come? They could
'Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs and smash
'Til the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
All I gotta do is let 'em call me Shawn, they glad
Let 'em sit up in they whip 'til I launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em to they aunts and back
The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that
And e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon
Uh-huh-uh, uh

(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who? (Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who? (Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who? (Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right





Jigga

Overall Meaning

This song, "Jigga That Nigga," is a collaboration between Jay Z, Stephanie Miller, and Michelle Mills. The song speaks to Jay Z's confidence and pride. From humble beginnings, he rose to fame in the music industry, and his success has made him something of a legend. The lyrics express Jay Z's sense of superiority and his desire for others to recognize him as the best.


The song starts with the words "Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz; It's almost over y'all; Jigga, how real is that?" These lines set up the rest of the song by introducing the different groups or people that Jay Z is associated with, while also declaring that his time has come. He then goes on to ask the question, "What's my motherfuckin name?" and promptly answers with "Jigga."


Throughout the song, Jay Z emphasizes his fame, status, and financial success, making it clear that he's worked hard to achieve these things. He mentions his time on the block, selling drugs, and how his crew came up alongside him. He talks about his ability to blend in with all types of people, from priests to nuns. He also alludes to his reputation as a ladies man, claiming to have had sex with many women.


Overall, "Jigga That Nigga" is a boastful anthem that celebrates Jay Z's success and dominance in the rap world. The song's catchy beat and repetitive refrain make it a classic and a fan favorite.


Line by Line Meaning

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz
I'm affiliated with some of the top names in the rap industry


It's almost over y'all
I'm about to wrap up this impressive verse


Jigga, how real is that?
I'm asking the rhetorical question of how real my rhymes are


Uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!
My rhymes are so powerful they could knock out the competition


(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas) Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas) Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah) Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (yeah)
I'm proclaiming my name and who I associate with, and warning anyone who doesn't acknowledge it


From the crap tables down in A.C.
I started off as a gambler in Atlantic City


Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Now I'm back on the streets, representing Roc-A-Fella Records


Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
I left my group and went solo, but I'm still on top


Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
My hometown of Brooklyn is where I sell drugs


See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
My friends were struggling, but we started selling drugs to make money


And then we got to hustlin', murderin' thangs
We started hustling and killing our competition


I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
I spent money from my drug deals on a fancy chain


Now I'm Titanic, Iceberg's the name
I'm now wealthy and famous, known as 'Iceberg'


Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
I'm so good at what I do, I hurt the competition and leave them unable to play


The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I'm so talented and successful, it's borderline crazy


I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
I have sex with women who are interested in me because of my fame


Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
I've been a great rapper since Slick Rick's early days


The God, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm experienced and talented enough to defeat anyone who challenges me


I'm bakin' soda, water, fire, merged with 'caine
I mix cocaine with other substances to make a profitable product


Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"
Some women who don't know me personally think I'm self-absorbed


Well guess what mami? I heard the same
I'm aware of the rumors that are spreading about me


You heard the name
My name is everywhere and I'm a big deal


Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (yeah, uh)
Once again, I'm reminding everyone to pay attention to who I am and who I'm associated with


I got a license to kill so I steer the gat
I'm allowed to carry a lethal weapon and I'm in control of it


Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
People are intimidated by my connections in the industry


Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
My new rule is to not allow anyone to mess with my money


Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
If necessary, I'll come to your door and confront you in the middle of the night


"It's just us and the guns!"
I'm not afraid to use violence to protect myself and those close to me


See I scramble with priests, hustle with nuns
I can blend in with anyone and still be successful


I got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy
I'm as clever and skilled as the legendary outlaw Butch Cassidy


Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
I'm so good that I make other rappers look like they're defying the laws of physics


Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
My gun can shoot quickly and effectively kill someone


Streets won't let me chill
I can't relax or let my guard down because of the danger around me


Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
I'm not a graceful person and I might accidentally reveal something I shouldn't


Muh'fuckers want to wet me still, I remain y'all
People want to harm me, but I won't let them succeed


Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
I'm at the top and can't be divided, like the number one


Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
My haters are giving me more motivation to succeed


Reciprocated and multiplied by more
My success is leading to more people disliking me


You likely to see Jigga in a widebody or
I often drive expensive, fancy cars


Drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me ya'll (uh)
Specifically, I drive a very expensive Bentley convertible


I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you should
I don't care about the sales numbers, but you should respect my talent


'Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
If I only had one fan, it would still be someone from my old neighborhood


They all black in the club, the outcome ain't good
When everyone in the club is acting tough, it's usually a negative outcome


Them niggas act like wolves, how come? They could
Some people act aggressively because they think they can get away with it


'Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs and smash
My music is so good it's not just a hit, it's a bomb that leaves an impact


'Til the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
I wear so much jewelry it looks like my arm is made of glass


The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
My necklace has a lot of diamonds and it's very flashy


Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
My jewelry is so shiny it could hurt your eyes, like a potent strain of marijuana


See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
Women are attracted to my fame and give me permission to touch them


All I gotta do is let 'em call me Shawn, they glad
I don't even have to use my stage name, women are still happy to talk to me


Let 'em sit up in they whip 'til I launch it back
I'll let women sit in my fancy car and wait for me while I finish my business


Snap they neck, then shoot 'em to they aunts and back
It's easy for me to kill someone and make it look like an accident


The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
I'm a calm and collected person, but don't underestimate me when I have a gun


Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
I'm capable of killing someone and leaving them without a conscience


Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that
I've returned with another great verse and the DJ is backing me up


And e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon
My music is so popular and catchy everyone can sing along


Uh-huh-uh, uh
Just another ad-lib to add to the rhythm


Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Again, reminding everyone to know who I am and who I'm affiliated with


Jigga
My nickname, shortened version of my full stage name 'Jay-Z'




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Shawn C. Carter, Kasseem Daoud Dean

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Comments from YouTube:

@ojmatthew

I forgot all about this song until Lil Cease just talked about his Jay Z collab on VladTV. It sampled one of my favourite 80s game Streets Of Rage

@mikalhollywood531

That official, the streets of rage sample...

@BeatFinderGee

it's Kraftwork 🧐🤔

@DJObiSmalls

Thought it was a Kraftwerk joint.

@jameskent2925

Wow never realized that....DOPE!!

@compkingkennyj

Trans euro-express joint?

@tonyloyankees

This was a low key classic album. If Big was alive it would have went multi platinum. Love that Jay went wild on this record.

@GrooTheWanderer80

beat is so hard. Jay and Cease killed it.

@80AZN

Kraftwerk

@dbail2012

Swear this song and CD is so underrated..Cease was slept on

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