His rapping debut was on Dr. Dre's The Chronic in 1992, as a part of the duo Tha Dogg Pound with Daz. The two were among the first acts signed to Death Row Records. He released an album with Daz called Dogg Food in 1995 on Death Row Records. Kurupt became friends with the late rapper Tupac Shakur when Tupac signed with Death Row in 1996, and it was Tupac who gave him the nickname Young Gotti.
In 1997 Kurupt left Death Row records for a position at Antra Records as an A&R, but still remained on good terms with Suge and appeared on many albums published by Death Row. In 1998 under Artimus Records he released a double album called Kuruption which went platinum. Shortly after that he released The Streetz is a Mutha which also went platinum. In 2001 Tha Dogg Pound released 2002 under Death Row and Gotti & Dillinger under DPG and Artimus Records. That year Kurupt also released his third solo LP Space Boogie.
In 2002 Kurupt met back up with Death Row CEO Suge Knight shortly after he got out of jail and re-signed with Death Row Records (now renamed Tha Row). By signing with Tha Row, Kurupt started a feud with Daz, Snoop and all of the DPGC, his old friends.
In 2005, Kurupt finally released the long-awaited album Against The Grain. It was constantly delayed and though it was to be the first original musical release from Tha Row in many years, it was finally put out via Koch Records, which at the time distributed Death Row albums; they were sold all distribution rights. However, Kurupt and his label blamed lack of promotion for the release on heavy editing by the Koch staff.
On April 13, 2005, Kurupt reunited with his fellow Dogg Pound mates through the peace meeting labelled "Protect the West", in which several other West Coast rap icons united to put aside their differences in hope of banding together to bring the West Coast back to prominence in hip-hop. Snoop Dogg organized the gathering at which he also made peace with Kurupt's label CEO Suge Knight.
At this time, Kurupt also introduced to the world his latest protege, the rapper Immense. The two met in 2001 and Kurupt became his mentor soon after. He then took Immense to Def Jam president and Roc-a-Fella Records owner Jay-Z, whereupon Jay signed him as the first artist on "Roc-A-Fella West", a West Coast extention of the Roc.
From 2000, Kurupt was in a relationship with the female rapper Natina Reed of the group Blaque. They were going to get married in August 2001, but delayed the marriage for career reasons. Ultimately, their commitment did not last after that.
Aside from being a solo artist, Kurupt is also a member of a number of Hip-Hop groups as well. In 2000, Kurupt teamed up with Canibus, Ras Kass and Killah Priest to form rap supergroup The 4 Horsemen. Later on, he began the supergroup The Riflemen with Mobb Deep, Jayo Felony, 40 Glocc, and The Alchemist.
Check Out Time
Kurupt Lyrics
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("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock
Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here
("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time nigga
Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where Suge at, nigga?")
Call Suge, call all the niggas tell 'em to meet me downstairs ("Where K and them niggas at man?")
Tell the valet, bring the Benz around ("Ay, y'all seen my shoes?")
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin or y'all flyin' back, whassup?
Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
("Fuck that, I lost some money, nigga.") Aw nigga
Damn
Now I'm up early in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers
Give a holla to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us
Last night was like a fantansy, Alizé and Hennessy
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did
I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch
First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter, just don't bite it
I never got to check out the scence
Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems, it's check out time
We gotta go (gotta go, gotta go)
We gotta go (yeah baby) (it's check it out time)
We gotta go (let's go nigga, gotta go)
We gotta go (Y'all know what time it is!) (Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man)
We gotta go (call that valet motherfucker, tell him to get a nigga shoe)
We gotta go ('cause we out this, motherfucker)
They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid
My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in a escapade
But did it all, end too soon
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
So I assume, since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night
My game's trump tight, so I find time to recline
Sneak in your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds
I ain't got that much time
So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated
Play like Micheal Jackson, and beat It
One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out
'Cause there's someone else who deserves my attention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
'Cause bustin' bitches is a hobby, nigga
It's check out time
We gotta go (ayo man Pac ay)
We gotta go (where the where the fuck is Daz at man?)
We gotta go (This nigga locked up or somethin'?)
We gotta go (The only one not to leave) (yo man)
We gotta go (it's check out time it's time to get out this mother)
We gotta go (You seem them bitches?)
We gotta go (We out man, fuck that shit)
We gotta go (Yo Rece!)
We gotta go (Yo nigga, whassup, whassup?)
Hey I'm livin' the life of a boss playa
The front desk callin' but I'm checkin' out later
My behaviour is crazy from what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me
I'm puttin' in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
Carressin' your thoughts, 'cause I'm livin' Fed
Heard what I said? Passion is crashin' the room
From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom
I'm blackin' out, you're yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way
I'm lost in a dream and so it seemed, to be the night
Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight
Out of sight from Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up, once the doors close, you stuck
In a heaty, sticky situation
Get up baby, you ain't on vacation
It's check out time
We gotta go
We gotta go (Ay, it's check out time)
We gotta go (Ay Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin')
We gotta go (where my shoes go, nigga?)
We gotta go (where my motherfuckin' drawers and shit at man?)
We gotta go (Man, y'all niggas was in here partyin' too fuckin' much)
We gotta go (What the fuck y'all doin', nigga? Kurupt!)
We gotta go (go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them niggas, c'mon man)
Niggas is trippin' man
Front desk all callin' me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man
We gotta go (I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred)
We gotta go
We gotta go
We gotta go
We gotta go
We gotta go
We gotta go
We gotta go
We gotta go, ooh
We gotta go
We, hey
We
We gotta go, ho
We gotta go uh
Hmm yeah yeah, hey hey
The song "Check Out Time" by Kurupt is a rap song that talks about going out after a night of partying. The song starts with a phone call among friends, urging each other to check out of the hotel as it is already 12 o'clock. The lyrics are explicit and described the various sexual encounters the rapper had the previous night, all while keeping the focus on hustling and making money. The song paints a picture of a luxurious lifestyle, with Cristal and hoochies in Vegas, while touching on the darker themes of power struggles, betrayal, and mistrust among gangsters.
The lyrics of the song are a perfect representation of the West Coast gangsta rap of the 90s, with Kurupt's smooth mid-tempo flow and laid-back delivery punctuated by explicit lyrics and profanity. The song's catchy hook, "We gotta go," is repeated throughout the verse, making it perfect for a party soundtrack. The theme of the song is that of "living the life of a boss player" and moving on to the next gig once the party is over.
In conclusion, "Check Out Time" by Kurupt is a rap song that embodies the West Coast gangsta rap of the 90s, with its catchy hook, explicit lyrics, and smooth mid-tempo flow. The song sings of a luxurious lifestyle, complete with drugs, sex, and hustling, all while keeping the focus on the primary goal, which is to make money. The lyrics speak of a blasé attitude towards sexuality and sexual encounters, reflecting the culture of gangsters in Los Angeles during the 90s.
Line by Line Meaning
Ay what time is it nigga?
Asking the time of day
Oh shit, 12 o'clock
It's noon
Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here
We need to leave immediately
Nigga, it's check out time nigga
It's time to leave the hotel
Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room
Call Kurupt and Daz's hotel rooms
"Hey there, bitch, where Suge at, nigga?"
Asking for the whereabouts of Suge
Call Suge, call all the niggas tell 'em to meet me downstairs
Tell everyone to meet downstairs
"Where K and them niggas at man?"
Asking for the location of K and the others
Tell the valet, bring the Benz around
Ask the valet to bring the car
Ay, y'all seen my shoes?
Asking if anyone has seen his shoes
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin or y'all flyin' back, whassup?
Asking if they are driving or flying back
"Man, I'm rollin' man, fuck that shit."
Choosing to drive
Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
Telling Syke to hurry up and leave the bathroom
"Fuck that, I lost some money, nigga."
Syke does not want to leave because he lost money
Aw nigga
Disappointed that Syke won't leave
Now I'm up early in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'
Waking up early in the morning with bad breath
Just another sunny day in California
A typical day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers
Thinking about money and sexual activity
Give a holla to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us
Saying hello to the girls who were interested in sex last night
Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas
Wondering if their success in rap will lead them to Vegas
I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us
Proud of his status as a boss player
Last night was like a fantansy, Alizé and Hennessy
Describing the previous night as a fantasy with specific drinks
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Recounting how he and his friends danced with the hoochies
Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did
Told a girl he was interested in and described their sexual activities
I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch
Talking about a girl who was sexually attracted to him
First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
Talking about a sexual encounter with a girl
Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter, just don't bite it
Excited by the sexual activity, but doesn't want to be bitten
I never got to check out the scene
Didn't get to experience everything
Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans
Too preoccupied with sexual activity
Now it seems, it's check out time
Time to leave the hotel
We gotta go (gotta go, gotta go)
We have to leave immediately
We gotta go (yeah baby) (it's check it out time)
Repeating that it's time to leave
We gotta go (let's go nigga, gotta go)
Urging everyone to leave
We gotta go (Y'all know what time it is!) (Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man)
Repeatedly saying it's time to go
We gotta go ('cause we out this, motherfucker)
We have to leave this place
They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid
Considered an outlaw, so he is up to no good
My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in a escapade
Recalling a sexual encounter with a woman named Janet
But did it all, end too soon
It was over too quickly
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
Describing the behavior of his friends
So I assume, since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
Assuming he is like Syke
Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night
Leaving quietly like a true player
My game's trump tight, so I find time to recline
Confident in his game and taking time to relax
Sneak in your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds
Going into a girl's room and bringing wine
I ain't got that much time
In a hurry
So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind
Asking the girl to hurry up so he can have sex with her
Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated
As he is here only for one night, he wants to make the most of it with the girl
Play like Micheal Jackson, and beat It
Making a joke about Michael Jackson's song 'Beat It'
One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out
Saying one more thing and then leaving
'Cause there's someone else who deserves my attention
Having someone else he needs to attend to and leaving for them
So all the homies round up in the lobby
Gathering with all his friends in the lobby
'Cause bustin' bitches is a hobby, nigga
Implying that his hobby is having sex
Niggas is trippin' man
Saying that people are acting crazy
Front desk all callin' me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man
The front desk wants him to leave the hotel
We gotta go (I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred)
Asking for money to pay for something
We gotta go, ooh
Reiterating that they need to leave
We, hey
We need to go
We
We need to leave
We gotta go, ho
Saying they need to leave with a vulgar word
We gotta go uh
Repeating again that they need to leave
Hmm yeah yeah, hey hey
Exclaiming and agreeing with what needs to be done
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RICARDO BROWN, JOHNNY JACKSON, TYRUSS HIMES, TUPAC SHAKUR
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