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.
Ya Can't Trust Nobody
Kurupt Lyrics
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Yo' bitch ass always come around here wit this whole
Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit
Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin' nigga
My bills gotta get paid motherfucker
I'm outta here, catch me next week beotch!
[Daz]
Makin' sales, whether slangin' weed or rocks
Clockin' major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house
Might as well BACK UP, bustin' on niggaz if they act up
On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs
Get paid, every night, where we hang
'Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon
Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin'
Daz Dillinger, got sewed up for real
Dealers servin' these niggaz for a quarter a mill'
Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is
Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in
[Kurupt]
You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life
Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us...
Stackin', stolen stack stackin' it ain't nuttin' but murders
Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking
Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
The dark parts of the motherfuckin' park
The tarantula's loose and I'm heated now
With somethin' in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
Repeated, headhuntin', huntin' for heads
Shot in the chest neck arm and legs
[Daz]
Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid
Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin' to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
[Kurupt]
We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this
With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million
Now we set, we relaxed chillin', livin' the boss life
Every day every night me and the Columbians take flight
Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas
When I flip it I make about twelve million G's
I'm a two thousand Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce
And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed
Every nigga on the street gets paid
[Daz]
A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga
Shut down the alarms nigga
Time to hit off, get off then break off
If he don't kick in the bread then take off
Columbian ties, Columbian mob members in Columbian neckties
Columbians disfigured
Daz MIDI machine Dillinger
Two shotty Young Gotti, bout to put it on somebody
[Kurupt]
And my mindstate today is fuck everybody
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin' to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin' to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
.. .shit, who the fuck at the door?
Aww man the police fool c'mon get out of here man c'mon!
Flush the shit! Flush the coke!!!
The song "Ya Cant Trust Nobody" by Kurupt and Daz Dillinger is a grim and gritty commentary on the drug trade, violence, and betrayal that happens on the streets. The song portrays the desperation and cold-heartedness of drug dealers who relentlessly pursue money at any cost. It highlights the theme of mistrust which is a common theme in street culture especially when it comes to the drug trade. When people are in the business of selling drugs or committing crimes, they can't trust anybody because everyone is out to get something.
The first verse talks about the struggle to make ends meet and survive in the drug game. It is one of the most important verses of the song as it sets the tone and introduces the concept of mistrust. The second verse contains violent imagery and talks about the dangers involved in the drug trade. The lyrics depict a reality in which drug dealers must constantly watch their backs and defend their territory. The chorus emphasizes the prevalence of mistrust on the streets and how nobody can be trusted.
The third verse features Kurupt rapping about the wealth that comes with drug dealing, but also the paranoia that comes with it. He talks about the risks involved in transporting drugs across borders and how it pays to be the boss. The fourth verse brings back the violent imagery and the theme of mistrust. It talks about the need for bear arms and the willingness to take violent action against those who cross dealers. The chorus repeats again to emphasize the theme of mistrust.
Overall, "Ya Can't Trust Nobody" is a brutally honest portrayal of street life, violence, and drug dealing. The song's vivid lyrics and graphic descriptions paint a dark picture of a reality that many people face every day.
Line by Line Meaning
Hop in my Chevy get to wheelin' down the block
I get into my Chevy and drive around to make sales, whether it's weed or rocks
Makin' sales, whether slangin' weed or rocks
I am making sales by selling either weed or rocks
Clockin' major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house
We are heavily armed and ready to make money together
Might as well BACK UP, bustin' on niggaz if they act up
If someone tries to act up, we will shoot them
On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs
We are on a mission with our gang to run things in this area
Get paid, every night, where we hang
We make money every night in the area where we hang out
'Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon
We deal with cops and automatic weapons because we are in the streets
Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin'
We use guns to keep ourselves safe from other guys trying to take our money
Dealers servin' these niggaz for a quarter a mill'
Other dealers are serving people for a quarter of a million dollars
You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life
If you decide to not trust anyone, someone might kill you
Stackin', stolen stack stackin' it ain't nuttin' but murders
Stacking something stolen will only lead to dangerous outcomes
Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking
Kidnapping, stealing, and bank robbery are common crimes in this area
Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
There is a lot of violence in this area
The dark parts of the motherfuckin' park
The dangerous parts of the park
The tarantula's loose and I'm heated now
Things are getting serious and I am angry
With somethin' in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
I have something in my hand to make sure everyone stays seated and quiet
Repeated, headhuntin', huntin' for heads
We keep looking for people to kidnap or hurt
Shot in the chest neck arm and legs
People get shot in different parts of their body
Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid
We are all trying to make money and won't pretend otherwise
Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)
We are not afraid to kill anyone who gets in our way
Around here, you can't trust nobody
No one can be trusted in this area
Anybody's somebody tryin' to jack somebody (somebody)
Everyone is trying to rob someone else
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
People are willing to steal anything valuable, including drugs or even your life
Now we set, we relaxed chillin', livin' the boss life
We are living comfortably and enjoying success as the bosses in the area
Every day every night me and the Columbians take flight
We are working with the Colombians to move drugs and make money
Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas
We are sending 800 kilos of drugs overseas
When I flip it I make about twelve million G's
When I sell the drugs, I make around 12 million dollars
I'm a two thousand Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce
I am like Ricky Ross, transferring drugs to other places
And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed
Being the boss is good because no one would dare cross me
A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga
People are ready to fight and use weapons
Shut down the alarms nigga
We are turning off alarms
Time to hit off, get off then break off
It's time to do our job, get the money, and leave quickly
If he don't kick in the bread then take off
If the person we're robbing doesn't give us the money, we will hurt him and leave
Columbian ties, Columbian mob members in Columbian neckties
We are associated with the Colombian mob and have many connections with them
Columbians disfigured
The Colombians have been hurt or injured
Daz MIDI machine Dillinger
Daz Dillinger is known for using MIDI machines
Two shotty Young Gotti, bout to put it on somebody
I have two shotguns and I'm about to hurt someone
And my mindstate today is fuck everybody
Today, I don't trust or care about anyone
Around here, you can't trust nobody
No one can be trusted in this area
Anybody's somebody tryin' to jack somebody (somebody)
Everyone is trying to rob someone else
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