It’s perhaps an ode to Amber Rose, Kanye’s (now ex-) girlfriend and muse, whose figure could have only been forged in the Depths of Hell by The Evil One (in a good way…)
“Devil in a New Dress” was initially released as a solo version on September 3, 2010, and was the fourth release in Kanye’s weekly GOOD Friday series. The title, of course, is a pun on the famous Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels song “Devil with a Blue Dress On,” as well as being a reference to the 1990 Walter Mosley book Devil in a Blue Dress, which was adapted into a 1995 film starring Denzel Washington and Don Cheadle.
Fresh off of the success of his "Teflon Don" album, Miami rapper Rick Ross spits what is often regarded as one of the finest verses of his career, but it was not the first verse he wrote for the track:
When I recorded that verse for the first time, [Kanye] came in, heard it, he told me he thought I could do better. And he walked out. And then I wrote another one, and the second verse I wrote is the one you hear on the album.
Bink! said the following about the production of the track:
"Kanye sent me out to Hawaii to work with him and I was actually just holding my laptop and it [the beat] came on in my iTunes. He heard it through my laptop speakers and he was immediately intrigued; I wasn’t even gonna play it for him. He overheard it and asked, “What’s that?” ‘It’s another joint I got’ and he was like, “Bounce that down let me hit that.” So he hopped right in the booth and the first thing he said was “I love it though" and the first line he came up with was, “She love Jesus but she learned a lot from Satan.” They didn’t call it “Devil In A New Dress"—at the time they called it something else. It was called "Magic Hour.” So when “Devil In A New Dress” came out, I didn’t know anything about that."
Bink! sampled Smokey Robinson’s “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?” and patched together the section at the 3:52 mark with the section at the 2:06 mark to create one seamless track.
"I got a call, they wanted me to be a part of that record. It was actually the last day before Kanye had to turn the record in, and I think that pressure just made it that much more special to me. So I just sat there, approached the record openly and as straightforward as I could. When I laid the verse, 30 minutes later, I was extremely happy. I sent it to him, and he was too. I think it was one of the dopest verses I did this year." - Rick Ross via MTV
“Devil in a New Dress” was certified platinum by the RIAA on September 1, 2021.
Devil In A New Dress
Kanye West Lyrics
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I love it though, y'know?
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
May the Lord forgive us
May the God's be with us
And that magic hour
I seen good Christians
Make brash decisions
Oh she do it
What happened to Religion?
Oh she lose it
She putting on her make up
She casually allure
Text message break us, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime
Put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan
(Satan, Satan, Satan)
I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
When the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic hour
And outta all the colors that are still up the skies
You got green on your mind
I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat"
You see I always loved the sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more phony
Put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?
Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all along
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that not when I'm in my favorite papertag
Therefore G4's at the Clearport
When it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes Sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars D.M.V. thought it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my j burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my steps
In Kanye West's song Devil In A New Dress, the artist sings about his complicated relationship with a woman. The first verse talks about the physical attraction he has towards her and how she looks like a "sin." He then acknowledges that he's preaching to the "congregation," referencing Christianity, but also realizes that he's learned a lot from "Satan," implying that he has conflicting beliefs. The second verse describes their argument and how the woman is putting on makeup and trying to look alluring amidst a text message breakup, and questions what happened to religion. Kanye then reflects on his own success and arrogance, comparing himself to LeBron James and saying that it's "hard to be humble when you're stuntin' on a jumbotron."
The chorus repeats the opening lines, with Kanye confessing that he loves this woman despite their issues. The bridge of the song references the "magic hour" when the sun sets and the colors of the sky change, but the woman only has "green on her mind." The final verse talks about Kanye's success, with references to designer brands and making money from his music. He also references his own mortality, saying that he's "making love to the angel of death" but he never stumbles or retraces his steps.
Line by Line Meaning
I love it though
I enjoy this situation
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
You attract attention, and I am attracted to you even though you have learned immoral behavior.
I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
I have waited a long time, and even though we are not married, I desire to be intimate with you tonight.
May the Lord forgive us
May the God's be with us
And that magic hour
I seen good Christians
Make brash decisions
Oh she do it
What happened to Religion?
Oh she lose it
She putting on her make up
She casually allure
Text message break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime
We hope that God forgives us for our immoral acts. During the magic hour, even good religious people can make reckless decisions, such as ending a relationship over a text message. Despite my confusion about the situation, I am reminded of my fame and success and struggle to remain humble.
When the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic hour
And outta all the colors that are still up the skies
You got green on your mind
I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat"
You see I always loved your sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more phony
During the magic hour, you appear to be focused on money, and I can tell you are feeling aggravated. I order from a Jamaican restaurant and offer a lighthearted joke, but it falls flat. I contemplate reaching out to Mase for guidance. Although you claim to love me for who I am, I question your sincerity.
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?
You have been uncharacteristically quiet all evening. Is something on your mind?
Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all along
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that when I'm in my favorite papertag
Therefore G4's at the Clearport
When it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes Sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my steps
I am showing off my wealth and high-end lifestyle, reminding you that I never needed anyone's validation to be successful. I reflect on my past experiences and indulgences, thinking about the people I miss while realizing how far I've come. I express my pain and vulnerability while acknowledging my accomplishments, ultimately recognizing my mortality and the importance of staying true to oneself.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Roberts, Carole King, Gerry Goffin, Kanye West, Roosevelt Harrell, Malik Yusef Jones, Mike Dean
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