His music initially gained popularity on New York City's famous mixtape circuit in 2002. Although his biggest mainstream hit to-date is 2003's up-tempo "Pump It Up," Budden is known for his reflective and often insecure lyrics. He is widely considered one of hip-hop's most gifted lyricists, thanks largely in part to his numerous works on mixtapes by such DJ's as DJ Clue, Clinton Sparks, DJ On Point, and DJ Envy.
On one particular mixtape song, called "Crosscountry Connection", Joe started a feud with the G-Unit camp. The Game took offense to a line where Joe claims that gangsta rappers should "be in a G-Unit video with all the gangsta actors", obviously claiming G-Unit are fake gangstas. Unbeknownst to Budden, The Game had just recently signed with the G-Unit camp. The Game and G-Unit fired a few diss songs Budden's way; he replied in kind. The feud was ended when The Game and Budden met in a club in New York City and put the past aside.
During winter and spring of 2005, through Joe Budden mixtapes and hip-hop rumor mills, it was said that he departed from Def Jam to Roc-A-Fella Records with CEO Damon Dash. In reality, Budden was legally obligated to stay with Def Jam. In the beginning of Budden's career, it took him a long time to get public exposure, working more than three years from the first time his demo tapes were heard to the first time he was on the radio. He has appeared on many tracks with other artists including 112, Amerie, Brandy, Cassidy, Fabolous, Fat Joe, Freeway, Janet Jackson, Jay-Z, Jennifer Lopez, Jin, Kelly Rowland, Lil' Kim, LL Cool J, Marques Houston, Usher, and more recently a remix to the hit song "Hollaback Girl" with Gwen Stefani. Some of these were not official remixes, simply mixtape tracks where a Joe Budden verse was added to an existing song.
Though he is thought of as one of rap's most skilled lyricists, Budden's success outside of the mixtape circuit has been marginal purposely. He is known to have invested in real estate in North Jersey and instead of blowing up into the rap scene he decided to make money from other methods instead of getting a record deal. His music is usually more sensitive and thought provoking than that of gangsta rappers, but subsequently, it is also more explicit and unrelenting than most "conscious" or "backpack" rappers.
In late December of 2005, Joe released a mixtape after almost 5 months of being absent from the game. Mood Muzik 2 is considered by most to be a lyrical masterpiece and with so deep tracks such as "Dumb Out" and the emotional "3 Sides to a Story" (in which Joe harrowingly describes a disturbing situation), many wondered had these songs originally been scheduled to appear on The Growth.
In 2007, he was released by Def Jam. In December 2007, he released Mood Muzik 3, which many are calling the best mixtape of the year, with some even saying it's the album of the year since it contains all original material. Some have questioned this since the beat for 'Ventilation' is an edit of 'It's A Shame (Da Butcher's Mix)' by Kool G Rap.
In October 2008, Joe Budden released another highly-rated mixtape, Halfway House; featuring album cuts such as 'Touch & Go' and a snippet of 'Blood On The Wall', a diss to Prodigy of Mobb Deep.
In his career up to his 2nd album, he has worked with artists such as Busta Rhymes and Christina Milian, and has been involved in feuds with rapper The Game and G-Unit. He has since reconciled with The Game.
Since this reconciliation, Joe Budden signed to Amalgam Digital records, and both artists finalized the beef and have collaborated on the single 'The Future' for Joe Budden's now-released 2nd album, Padded Room. The album released February 24th in the U.S. and March 3rd in Canada.
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Joe Budden Lyrics
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Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there, I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
They mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside, kids aight (Just Blaze!)
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man frontin' on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)
Can't stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause we, ah get down
Cause we, ah get down
Cause we, ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we, ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this house
Bring that doe in this house
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?
Guess who's coming?
It be the God of the flows
It be the God of the spitting
It be the God of the blows
You'll be black and blue up your shit
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
Hold up! See I ain't finished wit y'all
Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at
Can't stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause we, ah get down
Cause we, ah get down
Cause we, ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we, ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this house
Bring that doe in this house
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there, I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
They mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside, kids aight
Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
Don't be fooled it ain't this easy
All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
If the rest of you provide is wack
I see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you just applying the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole
The wacker the music the bigger the ego
Fans left suffering, gasping!
And it's embarrassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin
I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking
Can't stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause we, ah get down
Cause we, ah get down
Cause we, ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we, ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this house
Bring that doe in this house
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?
Who!
Who!
Who!
Who!
The lyrics of Joe Budden's song "Fire" essentially tell the story of the rap artist's night out in the club. He seems to be enjoying himself, surrounded by women and money, and feeling confident in his skills as a rapper. Overall, the song is a celebration of hedonism and the rapper's own prowess.
The first verse sets the scene, with Budden announcing his presence in the club and describing various women he's with or has his eye on. The chorus repeats the phrase "There's some hoes in this house" over and over, emphasizing the party atmosphere of the club. The second verse is where Budden really shows off his flow, boasting about his skills and calling out other rappers who he thinks are inferior. The song ends with a chant of "who!" that seems to be a call to action for the listener to get hyped up.
In terms of analysis, "Fire" showcases the braggadocio and excess that's often associated with the genre of rap music. At the same time, the lyrics are clever and full of wordplay, such as when Budden says "I see creativity dying fast / I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks." Overall, the song is a fun and catchy anthem of indulgence.
Line by Line Meaning
Let me just make this statement
I am going to express my thoughts clearly and confidently
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Representing New Jersey boldly and proudly
Some dude's got problems wit me
There is someone who has issues with me
Over there, I ain't scared
I am not afraid of them, they are simply in a different place
Some people see me creep
Some individuals notice me moving carefully and discreetly
They mack all type, that's alright
They approach me in various ways, and that's acceptable
You know I slurp my drink
I always enjoy sipping my beverage
I'm clipped inside, kids aight (Just Blaze!)
I have a weapon concealed, but the children are safe
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
I am the unique and unparalleled individual
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
I came here to enjoy myself, my friend
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
I have a significant amount of money with me, however,
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
Don't misunderstand, I am carrying a firearm
This chick's wit her man frontin' on me
This woman is pretending to be uninterested while she is with her partner
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
I will approach her once she is finished with her companion
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
Because, Jump Off, I have a large number of promiscuous adults
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One is called Tasha, the other is named Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
One is always looking glamorous, with perfectly done makeup
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
She is wearing high-quality heels with expensive jewelry from Jacob & Co
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
She enjoys going to clubs, so she stays well-rested
And she give me brains just the way I like!
And she pleases me intellectually in the way I prefer!
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
The other one is from a rough neighborhood, and doesn't need a motive
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
She is aware that I am not her partner, so she doesn't complain about infidelity
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
I only visit her home on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
When the children are asleep, very late at night
'Tis the season, no more BS music
This is the time for real music, no more nonsense
Watch and learn, see us do this
Observe and understand, witness our mastery
Geeks here's new shit
Attention nerds, here is something new
Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)
I restrict my music to make others sell fewer copies
Can't stop won't stop
I am unstoppable
Rock it to the rhythm
Performing with energy and skill
Cause we, ah get down
Because we know how to party
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Joe Budden and Busta Rhymes are present
And we seeing that
And we are aware that
There's some hoes in this house
There are some promiscuous women in this place
Light that 'dro in tha house
Let's smoke marijuana in this location
Smoke that 'dro in tha house
Inhale marijuana smoke in this place
Bring that doe in this house
Bring a substantial amount of money into this location
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where are the promiscuous women in this place?
Where my niggas at?
Where are my close friends?
Guess who's coming?
Can you guess who is arriving?
It be the God of the flows
It is the master of rap
It be the God of the spitting
It is the master of delivering lyrics
It be the God of the blows
It is the master of punches and attacks
You'll be black and blue up your shit
You will be severely beaten and bruised
And probably swell up your nose
Likely causing your nose to become swollen
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Many women admire my rap skills, so let me impress you too
Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
Let me entertain and amaze you, then leave with Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
And earn a significant amount of money, while also obtaining a large amount of marijuana
Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
It's wise to protect and secure your money before someone forcibly takes it
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
I have a group of men who can deliver a powerful blow to your head
Hold up! See I ain't finished wit y'all
Wait a moment! I still have more to say
Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Before I conclude, I need to take care of some important matters
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Observing all of you, you are scared and appear anxious
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
My Maybach is parked in front of the club, deliberately at an angle
Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach
Ladies, take a look at my luxurious Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
It can seat six people in the back, but only three if they are overweight
Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
Perhaps it can accommodate additional people in the back if they sit on someone's lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at
I need to go and join the party to find out what is happening
Who!
Who is it?
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JACOB LOUIS PLANT
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