Change the Game
Jay-Z feat. Memphis Bleek Lyrics


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Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin

Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Young Hova in the house Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter




Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Change the Game" by Jay-Z feat. Memphis Bleek are about the rapper's continued success in the music industry and his unrelenting ambition. He brag about his wealth and status, claiming to be a Cristal-sipping, wrist-glittering, bling-wearing, gun-toting boss. He also references his crew, Roc La Familia, and fellow rappers Beanie Sigel and Memphis Bleek, whom he praises for their rap skills and loyalty. Jay-Z also makes a reference to his past criminal history, but he insists that he's moved past that and has become a Grammy award-winning artist who's constantly evolving and reinventing himself.


Overall, the lyrics of "Change the Game" are a confident expression of Jay-Z's ego and his "no-holds-barred" approach to his music career. He's proud of his success, but he acknowledges that he's worked hard to get where he is and that he's determined to keep pushing forward.


Line by Line Meaning

Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
The song is starting, get hyped!


Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Get ready to bounce and move to the rhythm of the song


Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Same as the previous line


Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take a deep breath and clear your mind


You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You are now part of the Roc-A-Fella crew


Sigel Sigel in the house
Sigel is here and he's ready to go


Uh-huh, sick bastard
Sigel is a crazy guy


Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
If you mess with Sigel, he'll knock your wig off


Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
Memphis Bleek is also here and ready to rap


Still here, never left
Memphis Bleek never left the game


Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Memphis Bleek is still rapping, smoking and doing his thing


Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Jay-Z is up next and ready to spit some bars


Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Jay-Z is also known as Young Hova and he's in the building


Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Jay-Z is rich and ballin' out of control


Hold up love
Wait a minute


Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Jay-Z always rolls around in fancy cars


Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
He also has sharp rims on his wheels, cutting through the streets


It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
The Roc-A-Fella is the best crew in town


Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
Jay-Z is thinking about changing his name to Jay Peso


But in the meantime, call me William H. though
For now, just call him William H.


On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Jay-Z is riding a Yamaha motorcycle


Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
He's going fast and feels like he's going to throw up


Y'all don't hear nuttin?
You're not listening to what he's saying


Who that, Mac?
Jay-Z is asking someone named Mac who is coming


Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin'
It's actually Memphis Bleek coming


Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Who wants to start something?


Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Memphis Bleek is in South Beach, avoiding the police


Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Memphis Bleek has a gun on his lap and a woman on his back


Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
He's got some expensive cognac in his pocket and is smoking some good weed


Holla if you want drama with
If you want to start something, just holla


The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and
This is the Roc-A-Fella dynasty consisting of Amil, Bleek, and Jay-Z


Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Sigel is carrying a Desert Eagle, who else but him?


Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
The Roc-A-Fella crew wears Roc-A-Wear clothing and bandannas with white T-shirts


Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
It's unlikely to see Jay-Z without a gun


You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
He keeps his gun under his wifebeater


Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
He's riding in a Lincoln Navigator with tinted windows


Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
He's got a little belly so his gun is tucked in tight


I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
He's running wild with his gun out, like in the movies set in LA


Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
He's shooting his gun at the sunrise and he's very high


Whether block shit or rock shit
He can rap about anything, whether it's gritty street rap or commercial hit records


Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Whether it's club music or drug music, he's the one who's always on top


Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
When Sigel is on a track, any beat can be made to sound good


Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Even the Crips in the South will walk to his beats


Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Smoke some weed and enjoy the music


Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Even the Bloods in the hood will bark to his beats


Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
Smoke some weed and enjoy the music


We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
Let's smoke some weed and make the room hazy


Don't change the game for these hoes
Don't switch up the way the rap game is played just to please women


Who plays the game like we supposed
We need to keep playing the game the way it's meant to be played


I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
Jay-Z wears more jewelry than anyone at The Source and Soul Train award shows


More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
He wears more chains than rings, and people won't mess with him because he's so well-connected


I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
He carries a .44 Magnum gun, and he's not afraid to use it


Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
He'll shoot you in the head, by the way, he's Jay-Z, Hov'


One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
One shot from his gun is all it takes to kill someone, like the notorious gangster John Dillinger


It's only one Roc La Familia
The Roc-A-Fella family is the only one that matters


Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Sigel represents Philly and Jay-Z is from Brooklyn


Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Jay-Z is saying the East Coast rap game belongs to him


Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Even on his fourth album, Jay-Z is still rapping about the hard realities of life


Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Even though it wasn't his best album, Volume 3 sold more units than Will Smith's albums


Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Jay-Z is not making a comeback, he's always been in the game and is still on top


Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
He's sold five million records before and he's planning on doing it again


Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
He used to sell drugs on the street, but now he's won a Grammy award for his music


Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
He's making lots of money and getting publicity on ESPN's Sportscenter


Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
There's only one rule that matters


I will not, lose!
He will not lose, ever.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WILLIAM(BOOTSY) EARL COLLINS, DELMAR ARNAUD, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN JR, SHAWN C CARTER, GEORGE CLINTON, DWIGHT GRANT, RICARDO THOMAS, BERNARD G. WORRELL

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Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh.
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house. Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
Hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{Cycle whizzes by} Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin

Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and. Sigel

Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South all bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

Don't change the game for these folks
Who plays the game like we supposed

Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Don't change the game for these folks
Who plays the game like we supposed

Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!

Don't change the game for these folks
Who plays the game like we supposed

Young Hova in the house. Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me - there's only one rule
I will not lose!



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@petitor_veritatis1936

"Before me there was many. After me there will be none. " Jay-Z. Incredibly prophetic.

@Tooch24

Not really

@hayatefaith4273

Have you ever heard of bragging

@togonumber

nice line hein :)

@meezy-greenthegreat9916

True fact. It's only one of you Quid est Veritas. Like it's one of me Meezy Quid est Veritas. For real. Yes. 100 πŸ’―πŸ’ͺ. Yes.

@petitor_veritatis1936

@Meezy The Great 99 And we have the DNA to prove it...there was never anyone on Earth exactly like us ever to exist and there never will be in the future. Facts. All God.

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@SantaCruzSoulSurfer

20 years later, and this track is still πŸ”₯ AF!!!

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@Luis Urbina Jr This a @rickrock beat?????

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