Together with production partner DJ Paul, Juicy J played an important role in the South's rise to prominence within the once East and West Coast dominated rap industry. Behind the duo's leadership, Three 6 Mafia rose from an underground phenomenon in Memphis to a nationally recognized rap empire, spinning off numerous solo albums for the collective's many members in the mid- to late '90s. Like his production partner, Juicy J specialized in dark, eerie tracks driven by bass-heavy beats and haunting sounds. He also raps as a member of Three 6 Mafia. Moreover, Three 6 Mafia ventured into filmmaking with Choices: The Movie and Choices II: The Set-Up, a straight-to-video film starring most of the Three 6 Mafia's collective, Hypnotize Minds. Juicy J (born Jordan Houston) and DJ Paul (Paul Beauregard) first came together at the dawn of the '90s, when they worked as DJs in the Memphis area. The two soon began producing their own tracks and invited numerous Memphis rappers to rap over the beats. They released the resulting tracks locally as Three 6 Mafia; years later these recordings would resurface as re-releases. In 1995, the loose collective Three 6 Mafia began to form and self-released its debut album, Mystic Stylez. The album became an underground success, and Three 6 Mafia, in turn, signed a distribution deal with Relativity for its Hypnotized Minds imprint. Throughout the late '90s, DJ Paul and Juicy J produced numerous albums a year for Hypnotized Minds and capitalized on the lucrative distribution deal. By the end of the decade, the two producers were at the helm of an empire, having extended their brand to alarming lengths, culminating with their commercial breakthrough album, When the Smoke Clears (2000), which debuted at number six on Billboard's album chart.
Money a Do It
Juicy J Lyrics
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Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face
We didn't come for no talkin' we just out here gettin' money
Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killers and goons, and they all with the shit
Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks
I need money my nigga, save them games for your bitch
Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta luck
I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up
I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it
I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho
Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (Bandz a make her dance)
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some heels
I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy meal
Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, puttin' on the show
No I'm not gon' wife her cuz she errbody ho
Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is you thinkin'?
Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins
I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it
I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it
Fuck niggas don't want to go to war
Got a AK and a snub nose
Shut em up, he talkin' shit
With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' shit
Kick in the door, and I leave 'em dead
With a aim so precise, two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the feds
Lord forgive, but I mean what I said
All in your house, and I'm looking for dope
'Cause I got to get paid or else no hope
And Juicy J throw with some Taylors on the boat
Best believe a pimp nigga ain't goin broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three niggas deep, and we rollin' up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly
Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me
You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard
Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart
Keep it G, my G
Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin'
I was in Jamaica, with alibis
I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high
Hatin' ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then I'ma let them try
I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga
My niggas ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga
North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool
Police pulled me over I'ma play it cool
I ain't going to jail (No sir)
I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail
The song "Money A Do It" by Juicy J is a rap song with a repetitive, catchy hook that emphasizes the rapper's willingness to use his wealth and power to get what he wants. The lyrics speak about engaging in illegal activities to make money and maintain a luxurious lifestyle. The first verse describes the rapper's violent tendencies and how he surrounds himself with dangerous people who help him carry out his illegal activities, such as robbing and killing people. The second verse speaks about how money can make people do anything, from making a person perform sexual favors to getting a person killed. The third verse boasts of Juicy J's extravagant lifestyle and how he can afford to buy anything he wants, including expensive gifts for his female companions.
The song has received mixed reviews from critics, with some praising Juicy J's skillful wordplay and others criticizing the song for promoting violence and illegal activities. Despite this, the song has become a commercial success and has been widely popular in the hip-hop community.
Line by Line Meaning
I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist
I will sneak into your neighbourhood carrying my weapon
Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face
How do you react to a gun pointed at your face?
We didn't come for no talkin' we just out here gettin' money
We aren't here to talk, we're here to make money
Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies
I have younger people selling drugs while I am with women
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I hang out with people who smoke and do drugs
I got killers and goons, and they all with the shit
I have dangerous people around me and they're ready for anything
Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
I will send my dangerous people to your house if you mess with my money
They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks
They will come in and shoot their automatic weapons through walls
Come in shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip
They will come in and shoot up your house and car
I need money my nigga, save them games for your bitch
I need money, your silly games are for women
Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta luck
If we catch you in public, you're going to be in trouble
I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up
I don't operate in Milwaukee, but I am focused on making money
I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
If you have people who don't like you, money can make them go away
Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
Women will do anything for money, even stand on the street corner
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want to have someone killed, money can make it happen
If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it
If I want something, I will get it because I have money
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
After taking your woman home, I will have sex with her
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
I am an experienced pimp and she won't have sex with someone who is inexperienced
Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho
I am cool, just like the fan that is blowing on a prostitute
Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (Bandz a make her dance)
I will take her out of the club and spend money on her (money that will make her dance)
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some heels
I will buy her a purse and high-heeled shoes
I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy meal
I keep her financially stable, like a happy meal
Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup
My cup is filled with codeine, which is a type of drug
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut
I can make any woman become promiscuous
Bad red bone, puttin' on the show
Attractive light-skinned woman is putting on a performance with her body
No I'm not gon' wife her cuz she errbody ho
I won't marry her because she has a reputation as a promiscuous woman
Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is you thinkin'?
Why are you involved with poor people?
Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins
Wake up and focus on making money, then come work with me
Fuck niggas don't want to go to war
Weak people are not interested in conflict
Got a AK and a snub nose
I have both an AK-47 and a snub-nosed pistol
Shut em up, he talkin' shit
If someone is talking nonsense, I'll shut them up
With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' shit
I'm wearing a ski mask while using my weapon
Kick in the door, and I leave 'em dead
I kick open the door and kill anyone inside
With a aim so precise, two shots to the head
I aim carefully and take out my target with two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the feds
One bullet is for the person I'm targeting, the second is for the police searching for me
Lord forgive, but I mean what I said
I hope God forgives me, but I am serious about what I am doing
All in your house, and I'm looking for dope
I am inside your house looking for drugs
'Cause I got to get paid or else no hope
I need to make money or I have no future
And Juicy J throw with some Taylors on the boat
I am throwing money around while on a boat with Taylor gang
Best believe a pimp nigga ain't goin broke
Trust me, a pimp like me won't go broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
I'm driving a car with a dead body in the trunk
Three niggas deep, and we rollin' up a blunt
Three of us are together and smoking weed
Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly
We are going directly to Mississippi, sweating off a pill
Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me
I am insane and you'd have to kill me
You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard
People don't really want to die, they are just pretending to be tough
Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart
I have a Calico and a .45 with bullets that expand on impact
Keep it G, my G
Keep it real, my friend
Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin'
If you don't keep it real, you could end up dead and I have already killed many people
I was in Jamaica, with alibis
I was in Jamaica with people who could confirm that I wasn't involved in anything illegal
I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high
I am flying high, clenching my teeth
Hatin' ass niggas gotta die
People who hate on me will eventually die
If they mad then I'ma let them try
If they are angry, they can try to do something about it
I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga
I could kick open a door or kidnap a person
My niggas ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga
My friends are with me, and they are urging me to take action against someone
North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool
I am from North Memphis and I am armed
Police pulled me over I'ma play it cool
If the police stop me, I'll act calm
I ain't going to jail (No sir)
I'm not going to end up in jail
I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail
I shoot and then I flee, that's how I avoid going to jail
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Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, MIKE FOSTER
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