Throughout their whole career M.O.P. deliver the most hard, vicious and violent music hip hop could ever offer. They struck out in 1994. with To The Death, a dark, slow and raging LP that was fully produced by DR Period and featured one of the biggest hardcore rap anthems of the nineties, How About Some Hardcore, that's put by any hardcore rap fan in the same category with Onyx's Slam, Jeru The Damaja's Come Clean and Wu-Tang Clan's Shame On A Nigga.
In 1996 MOP released their second effort, the totally-sophomore-slump-free Firing Squad. Despite totally changing their production sources (the album was mostly produced by Gang Starr's DJ Premier and Fizzy Womack himself), M.O.P. continued torturing fans' ears with extremely hard, rhinocerously slow beats and ecstatic, rampant delivery. Subject matter is either battling with heavy use of criminal associations or serious talk about life in the ghetto.
Two years later M.O.P. hit the fans with a starter - an EP called Handle Ur Bizness and later that year released First Family 4 Life, working on the same formula as ever, again with heavy percentage of DJ Preemo's production, more gems produced by group member Lil Fame and proving that M.O.P.'s trademark is not only the hardest hardcore you can get but also consistency.
Most of M.O.P.'s work was considered underground until 2000, when they released Warriorz, their best work yet. Mainstream got the first hint with "Ante Up", a track produced by DR Period for first time in 6 years. But with self-produced Cold As Ice, a track that featured a rock-song sample (Cold As Ice by Foreigner), M.O.P. achieved major mainstream success, though the song's lyrics were explicit and raging as usual (the radio version edits out much lyrical content to comply with FCC regulations).
In a strange turn, M.O.P. featured on the title track of sugary-sweet boy band LFO's 2001 album Life is Good. Aside from the lack of profanity, M.O.P.'s short verse was rapped in their trademark loud, intense style. It is unclear how this unusual team-up was organized, but it is unlikely that this brief guest spot led to much crossover fan appeal for either group.
"Ante Up" was later remixed with added verse by Flipmodian Busta Rhymes and Terror Squad queen Remy Ma, and was released on the greatest hits record 10 Yearz And Gunnin'. Believe it or not, it is the last hip hop record from M.O.P. In the beginning of the century they switched labels from Loud to Roc-A-Fella in order to have more income and more creative control, but the long-awaited release is still on the shelves. M.O.P. also made a rock-rap album titled simply Mash Out Posse, but it received bad reviews from rap fans who wanted M.O.P. to just rap.
In June 2005, M.O.P. officially announced their signing with 50 Cent's G-Unit, at the same time as Queens rap duo Mobb Deep.
Ante Up
M.O.P. Lyrics
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Attention please, attention please
This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed
Motherfucker! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt
Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. Now
What you want now? (What you want now?)
(What you want want want want want want blunt blunt)
Ante up! No, cut that fool
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds 'til them niggas'll gun your ass down (stop it)
You frontin' like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass
My niggas think lopsided, bust, they got cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin' along-side it
(Blunt blunt) see motherfucker we don't play for that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit
You little costume niggas, romper-room niggas
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas
We takin' your whole shit while we pass through
Even the shirt off your back, nigga run that too (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February
I take your show money (ohh) take your 'dro money (ohh)
Yo yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money
For my peeps that hate slow money, I put them in the industry
So they can come and take all your money
Wish I could bring pun back
(Blaow!) bitch, run that!
(Blaow!) bitch, run that! (Blaow!) bitch, run that
So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at
And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
Ante up! Yo, yap that bitch
She try to spaz out, then smack that bitch
Hoe you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'
Remi want them goddamn diamonds (huh)
Ante up! Yap that fool
Ante up! Kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them go damn diamonds (huh!)
Ante up! Yap that fool
Ante up! Kidnap that fool
Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him
Yap him (zap him) yap him (zap him)
Ante up! Yap that fool
Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels
Ante up
What? My whole family nuts
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)
For tryin' to tuck the necklace
I'm young hungry armed and reckless
On the streets with a death wish
Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist
Ante up!
Show no mercy, B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' The game
motherfucker you lame and your chain hollow
Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech
Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen it's, lil' fame right?
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city, with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fire
Eat deep dirt nigga (yep)
It's berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (step)
Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'
I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'
Die cocksucker, boom bap boom bap
Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you?
Ante up! Yap that fool
Ante up! Kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them god damn diamonds (huh!)
Ante up! Yap that fool
Ante up! Kidnap that fool
Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him
Yap him (zap him) yap him (zap him)
Hahahahaha
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, nigga
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck, what the fuck, huh? Uh
Mutherfucker
Yeah
The lyrics to M.O.P.'s song Ante Up describe the violent and dangerous lifestyle of the Brownsville neighborhood of Brooklyn, NY. The chorus repeats the phrase "Ante up," which likely refers to the act of placing a bet or raising the stakes in a game. The lyrics suggest that the rappers are willing to resort to violence and robbery in order to achieve their goals.
The song is characterized by its aggressive tone and fast-paced delivery. The verses are full of vivid descriptions of violence and criminal activity, with Busta Rhymes and M.O.P. trading off lines and adding to the intensity of the lyrics. The chorus is a call to action, urging the listener to "yap that fool" and "kidnap that fool."
In addition to its raw energy, the song is notable for its unapologetic portrayal of urban violence and poverty. The lyrics reflect the desperation and hopelessness that can take hold in neighborhoods like Brownsville, where resources are scarce and opportunities are limited.
Line by Line Meaning
Where did all mutherfuckers go?
Asking where everyone has gone
Attention please, attention please
Demanding attention
This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed
The situation is really intense and chaotic
Motherfucker! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Yelling expletives, emphasizing frustration or anger
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah
Agreeing with something being said or done
Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt
Smoking marijuana
Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. Now
Pointing out the presence of Busta Rhymes and M.O.P. in the song
What you want now? (What you want now?)
(What you want want want want want want blunt blunt)
Asking what someone wants, with the repeated emphasis on wanting to smoke marijuana
Ante up! No, cut that fool
Encouraging someone to put money on the line and to not foolishly waste their opportunity
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Warning against foolish behavior and threatening violence if necessary
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds 'til them niggas'll gun your ass down (stop it)
Going after someone relentlessly, using dogs to catch them if necessary
You frontin' like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass
Calling out someone for pretending like they're over something that they still haven't gotten past
My niggas think lopsided, bust, they got cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin' along-side it
Being ruthless and clever in criminal endeavors
(Blunt blunt) see motherfucker we don't play for that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit
Reiterating the importance of not messing around and being upfront about what they want
You little costume niggas, romper-room niggas
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas
Threatening to catch someone off guard and take what they have
We takin' your whole shit while we pass through
Even the shirt off your back, nigga run that too (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Taking everything someone has in a robbery
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
Threatening someone and demanding that they give up their possessions
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February
Using others to carry out violent or illegal actions, and wearing disguises to avoid detection
I take your show money (ohh) take your 'dro money (ohh)
Yo yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money
Robbing someone of their money and drugs, regardless of their pleas or excuses
For my peeps that hate slow money, I put them in the industry
So they can come and take all your money
Supporting people who want to make quick money through illegal activity
Wish I could bring pun back
(Blaow!) bitch, run that!
(Blaow!) bitch, run that! (Blaow!) bitch, run that
Paying homage to the late rapper Big Pun, then demanding someone hand over their belongings
So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at
And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
Challenging someone who is avoiding giving up their money, and threatening the use of guns
She try to spaz out, then smack that bitch
Hoe you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'
Remi want them goddamn diamonds (huh)
Punishing someone who tries to resist, insulting their lack of talent, and demanding their diamonds
Ante up! Yap that fool
Ante up! Kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them go damn diamonds (huh!)
Asking for more money to be put on the line and threatening violence or kidnapping
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' The game
motherfucker you lame and your chain hollow
Insulting someone for pretending to be something they're not, and pointing out a cheap or fake item they're wearing
Listen it's, lil' fame right?
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city, with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fire
Boasting about their abilities and tactics, using violence and intimidation to get what they want
Eat deep dirt nigga (yep)
It's berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (step)
Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'
I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'
Threatening someone with violence and warning that it's not worth resisting
Die cocksucker, boom bap boom bap
Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you?
Using violence and profanity to intimidate someone
Get up off them god damn diamonds (huh!)
Hahahahaha
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, nigga
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck, what the fuck, huh? Uh
Mutherfucker
Continuing to demand the diamonds, with a sense of humor and vulgarity
Lyrics Β© Spirit Music Group
Written by: DARRYL PITTMAN, ERIC MURRAY, JEMAL GERARD GRINNAGE, LINWOOD K. STARLING, TREVEOR SMITH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@evelyngraham2487
who else felt like dmx should have been in this?
@pisskkoo4536
would've been craaazyyyy
@user-wu6yr4em2f
I agree
@mobbstarr4lyfe947
And Tech Nyne
@kylepugh4910
dmx βΊ
@VengefulBatz
And Ol Dirty.
@Slamdog500
Kids these days will never understand how big of a hit this was during 2000s edit: this song 2003, YouTube started 2005, Spotify 2006, iPhone 2008. Ante Up Remix had a worldwide following. Clubs all over the planet were playing this from Brazil to Germany to Japan everyone was hyping this gem β€οΈ
Edit Remy goes soooo hard damn β€οΈ
@babitajain3235
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@babitajain3235
True
@killary_Banx
Lyricism at its finest!