Hard Knock Life )
Jay-Z Lyrics


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Check the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh
Let it bump though

It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!

From standin' on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
Nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready

It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!

I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggaz
Locked down in the ten by fo', controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the long shots
All my ballers that's born to clock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin' on futons and cots
To king size, green machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type braile
I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I'm tryin to murder everything movin', feel me?!

It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!

I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!

It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!




It's the hard knock life!
It's the hard knock life!

Overall Meaning

In Jay-Z's song "Hard Knock Life," he reflects on his past experiences of growing up in poverty, dealing with violence and struggle, and ultimately overcoming hardships to become a successful rapper. The song title is a reference to the musical "Annie," which has a similar refrain about hard knocks. Throughout the song, Jay-Z contrasts the difficult life he and many others have faced with the success they have achieved.


The lyrics in the first verse describe the struggles of growing up on the streets, from standing on the corners to making it big in the rap scene. Jay-Z also references the violence he has faced, including fleeing a murder scene and spending time in jail. He reminds his listeners that he has never failed, and he encourages them to stick together and protect their community.


The second verse focuses on his success and contrasts it with the struggles he faced growing up. He acknowledges the hard work and dedication it took to get to where he is now and challenges other rappers to step up their game. He also reflects on his own persona as a tough, no-nonsense rapper who is not afraid to take on anyone.


Overall, "Hard Knock Life" is a powerful reflection on the difficulties of growing up in an impoverished environment and the success that can be achieved through hard work and perseverance.


Line by Line Meaning

Check the bassline out, uh-huh
Listen to the beat, it's important to the song


It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
Life is tough and unfair for the less privileged


Steada treated, we get tricked
Instead of being treated fairly, we get deceived


Steada kisses, we get kicked
Instead of receiving love and affection, we get hurt


From standin' on the corners boppin'
From hanging out on the streets and listening to music


To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
To owning and driving some of the most luxurious and expensive cars in New York


For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
For creating some of the best rhymes and songs in the history of rap music


From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
From selling drugs and carrying a gun for protection


Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
Running away from a killing and being known for such behavior


From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
Having bad dreams of being in prison and feeling like it's the worst thing ever


But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw
But when have I ever failed? Absolutely not


Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
Where are my friends with guns who are ready to use them?


And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
And if you're with me, I'll touch you inappropriately


I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
I come from a place where life is tough and we can't let outsiders ruin what we have


Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Don't let anyone invade our territory and disrupt my plans


Let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's rob the world and split the loot evenly


Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
Let's take the money and live luxuriously


And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
And drink Cristal champagne and get drunk


Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
Rap continuously without stopping, like the memory of my friend Biggie Smalls


You know it's hell when I come through
You know things are going to be difficult when I arrive


The life and times of Shawn Carter
The story of my life


Nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready
My second album is coming, and you better be prepared


I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggaz
I'm rapping for those who are high on marijuana, my friends


Locked down in the ten by fo', controllin' the house
Locked up in cell block 10, running the place


We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
We live in tough circumstances, we don't have the power to conquer our environments, we just adapt to them


Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
Destroy the block and let someone else have it, I don't want it anymore


I flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I'm rapping for women who wish they didn't have to be strippers to pay for their education


I see you vision mama, I put my money on the long shots
I understand your dream, and I'm willing to invest my money in it, even though it's unlikely to succeed


All my ballers that's born to clock
All my friends who were born to make money


Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not
I'm going to be successful, regardless of whether or not I perform well


I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin' on futons and cots
I went from being mediocre to being really successful, from sleeping on cheap beds to expensive ones


To king size, green machines, the green fives
To owning large, luxurious cars, including the green Ferrari F355


I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
I've made a lot of money and used it to think about the problems in life


Then I put it down type braile
Then I wrote music about it, like writing in Braille


I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies
I'm not friendly with fake rappers who pretend to be friends with me


I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!
Despite my fame, you still don't know the real me


I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I get angry and frustrated when things aren't getting better for me


I'm tryin to murder everything movin', feel me?!
I'm determined to succeed and will stop at nothing


I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
I don't have time to rest, I have to keep working hard and stay alert


Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
I have a lot of enemies, so it makes sense to attack them before they attack me


Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
I still have the mindset of a hustler, and as far as making progress goes


You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
It's difficult to find another rapper who's as successful and popular as me


I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
I predicted my own success in my first song, and people didn't believe me


Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out
People didn't realize my talent and potential until my second album was released


So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
So I dominated the music industry, and outperformed my competition


Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!
Made myself into the top rapper and released albums constantly, for my fans


It's the hard knock life!
Life is really tough!




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, MARTIN CHARNIN, MARK JAMES, CHARLES STROUSE

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@esdrasvincent5184

One of my all time favorite Jay-Z songs

@Gabe94dotcom

True ❤

@vongolaprimo9180

fr

@andrewharris4778

mine as well I know Im Canadian and was not totally exposed to the horrible knocks but still had it very hard and poor ......but we survived .............thank our God

@TheCooIBlackGuy

25 years later and it's still a BANGER 🔥🔥🔥

@ELVset

Fax

@marianmillings2278

Real talk👊

@janemorgan154

Gosh that long ago… how to make me feel old in 1 comment 😂 but boy what a great tune

@TheCooIBlackGuy

@@janemorgan154 likewise lol

@kiddalingur

kinda makes u miss the old times

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