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.
it's time
Kurupt Lyrics
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[Kurupt]
DV....
Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?
Verse 1:
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Fuck this who want to bring the ruckus
Yo I know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers
You's a live ass snitch
Well shame on the name we might bust your shit
And throw mad game nigga and push your whip
And shake them thangs and hit four, five six
Below you ain't know get at me
Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe
It's a bomb type weed now I'ma count my dough
The cops'll watch your do'
So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo'
And if them niggas not swipe
We'll grab the 4-4, Mag-num
Cause I hate it when niggas act dumb
Damn, why they make me want to pull out a gun?
First name's Camille, Camille's name be on
When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on
Bitches, bitches be on
My bitches, bitches be on
Verse 2:
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma give you something in rhythm feel
Ya'll need be loco,
Dig a hole in you bolo
Look out for dolo
Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo
On the creek and point anything sleep
Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming Mobb Deep
We be coming, on the regular we be coming
Baby what? tearing shit up with your worry
Making me deam stacking up that man for CREAM
Torch the green have you all open like beam
Hear me ya'll so 'n when you gimme yo just gimme
that microphone I been the baddest run down your digits
Shorty gettin' played like a midget
Aiyyo, I'm in it you wid it for me and my bitches
Need 'em to throw your pitches
having you leaving your misses
What I got to do is this,
hand me your business, step off my premises,
Or things are gonna get serious and devious, WE BRAVE,
And we can drive you all insane like Johnny Blaze
Yeah we always Bring The Pain and Misdemeanour
Know we can't stand the rain
Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load
Cause we can reload, cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Chorus:
Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?
Verse 3:
I'm in the south ya'll going all 'bout cha'll
The name is the Python you know what I'm about ya'll
Yo, yo, yo,
I pop bras like Bruno
I take your money from shooting rap to uno
Used to rock to minudo one of them was kinda cute though
I had a crush like a DAT
now I try to master phones like that
Carolina be my home town
Still living with my parents even though I'm grown now
Time to roam now
I don't think that ya'll can handle us
Made our mark in the East now we hitting Los Angeles
You can't delust a man wid lust
When I been up on the mic you can never get enough
Make you palms wet and I ain't even gettin' calm yet
Clear the premises time to make another bomb threat
Chorus
Verse 4: Kurupt
I'm from the West ya'll
Bringing niggas stress ya'll
Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
This is one time that I ain't playing wit niggas
The homey stomped it and I'm spraying with niggas
I got the cash to have keys to blast
You a sucker nigga,
Sucker punk MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA
Trying to strip me a my Vans that's all I gather man
Mr. Matter of fact, Calicos and dates
What you want to get your shit lit to Blaze
Like Johnny you can play like Ricky Davoni
But you ain't a player nigga
ain't got the heart to lay a nigga
Automatic spray a nigga,
Soon as I came went like calm in the Grand
Bustin dumb dumbs leaving niggas numb
I don't give a fuck where the fuck you're from
If it ain't about loot then I'ma shoot and run
What you supposed to be, Raw?
Raw is as raw does it ain't raw dog
Bust a five star dog, I want all ya'll
I know the niggas know where the weed be
It's the live shit need to be
Fucking round in my decent (nigga)
Hitting motherfuckers like a vic (nigga)
Saturate like a sieve (nigga)
Take a toke and get blown
Ya'll step up and watch your homey explode 'n unload
'xplode and unload
'xplode and unload
'xpload and unload
Chorus
Verse 5:
We from the East ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll
Dirty kid want to hit that wid a leash ya'll
I be the mic wrecker,
Spinner One coming through wid the double decker
Double pound in your crew Uhhh,
Forced to recognise make arrive
Don't have to par and block you
we just break you down to normal size
You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back
You wack, I burn you down like I corner that
Doggy, QB style you know my steeze
I'm on the kill now with my Queen Killa Bees
Viper, break more backs than Paul Backland in Kahkland
Nigga deny drama could happen
First test my skills
I came to rap shit for real
Venom Squad be the only squad that be ill
First of all I ride your back like a jackass
Jack still loose on the chaka with the L
Coming from the East representing both sides
Kurupt, the Venoms, that's how we keep it tight
Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?
[Kurupt]
Yo I'm from the West ya'll
Busting 'cause a stress ya'll
Fuck the best ya'll
Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas
Chorus (3x)
Gangsta style...
Uhh, Uhh
Protect ya Neck
Massive
Poison plants
The song "It's Time" by Kurupt featuring Deadly Venoms explores the theme of making money, with the artists representing both coasts. The song's lyrics are heavily influenced by gangsta rap, characterized by aggression, violent imagery, and a general attitude of disrespect towards authorities. The first verse starts with Kurupt asking who wants to bring the ruckus, assuring the listeners that they ain't messing with any suckers. Kurupt warns anyone who's thinking of snitching that he might bust their shit and take their money. He emphasizes the importance of staying low-key and avoiding the police, and if they come along, he'll grab a 4-4 Magnum and let them have it.
The second verse continues with a female rapper, who brags about her rapping abilities and her ability to wreck the mic. She also talks about her illicit drug use and her involvement in crime, warning her enemies that things will get serious and devious if they mess with her. The third verse transitions back to Kurupt, who claims to be from the West Coast and asserts his dominance over others, saying that he's the best and the rest of the n*ggas can go to hell. The chorus repeats three times, emphasizing the importance of making cash and representing both coasts.
Overall, the song's lyrics are a reflection of the rough and violent lifestyle of gangsta rap culture. The song's aggressive tone and violent themes are characteristic of the genre, and its exploration of greed and wealth aligns with the lyrical themes that have come to define gangsta rap.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
We are making an effort to gain wealth with unwavering confidence
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?
We are representing the East and West coasts, what are you wandering around for?
Fuck this who want to bring the ruckus
I don't care, who wants to start trouble
Yo I know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers
They know better than to mess with us
You's a live ass snitch
You're an active informant
Well shame on the name we might bust your shit
We'll damage your reputation and possessions
And throw mad game nigga and push your whip
We'll impress and influence you and damage your car
And shake them thangs and hit four, five six
We'll dance and celebrate by shooting firearms
Below you ain't know get at me
In case you're unaware, contact me
It's a bomb type weed now I'ma count my dough
The marijuana is of high quality, now I'm going to count my money
The cops'll watch your do',
The police are monitoring your residence
So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo'
Just let them be, they don't even realize what's happening
And if them niggas not swipe
And if they don't understand
We'll grab the 4-4, Mag-num
We'll get a firearm
Cause I hate it when niggas act dumb
Because it bothers me when people act foolish
Damn, why they make me want to pull out a gun?
Why do they make me feel like using violence?
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
You'll find me at night with a unique sense of sophistication and skillful execution
And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on
My women are into that poisonous thing
I'ma give you something in rhythm feel
I'll give you a rhythmic experience
Ya'll need be loco,
You all must be crazy
Dig a hole in you bolo
We'll create troubles for you
Look out for dolo
Be careful about being alone
Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo
Particularly if you're acting tough without backup
On the creek and point anything sleep
Disrespecting anything that seems weak
Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming Mobb Deep
You can see that we're coming with a lot of people to back us up
I'm on the kill now with my Queen Killa Bees
I'm in the mood to kill with my group of female killers
Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt
We are determined to make a lot of money
I'm from the West ya'll
I'm from the Western United States
Bringing niggas stress ya'll
Causing others to feel uncomfortable
Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll
Don't bother carrying a gun when you're with the best group
Dirty kid want to hit that wid a leash ya'll
A misbehaving person wants to be restrained by us
Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, BMG Rights Management, Capitol CMG Publishing
Written by: Judy Rann, Norman Bell, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown
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