Career
Mac Dre's music gained popularity in the early to mid 1990s throughout the Bay Area, eventually receiving national recognition through his independent record labels Romp and Thizz Entertainment. He released many hit singles, such as "Too Hard for the Radio", and most recently "Feelin' Myself". He was the creator of the "Thizzle Dance", a popular dance which holds no specific standard. Hardship and controversy were staples of Mac Dre's career. After recording his first three albums between 1989 and 1991, Mac was charged with conspiracy to commit bank robbery. His record label, Romp Productions, and his many references to "Romper Room" in his songs, coincided with a Vallejo robbery gang of the time calling themselves the "Romper Room Gang" and responsible for the robberies of many area banks and pizza parlours. Hicks was alleged to be a member of the gang. The rapper was sentenced to five years in prison in 1992.
In prison, Hicks gained some notoriety by recording the lyrics to songs directly over the Fresno County jail inmate telephone. His album, Young Black Brotha, was a result of such efforts, as well as guest appearances on fellow artists' songs, all while Hicks was still imprisoned. A later album, Back 'N Da Hood, was also made up of these prison-recorded songs.
After his release from prison in 1996, Mac Dre began releasing albums steadily, building pace in the early 21st century. Mac Dre's audience was growing, and mainstream hip-hop stations were beginning to give Hicks' music more airtime. Hicks relocated to Sacramento, California in 2001, where he began a label, Thizz Entertainment.
Death
On November 1, 2004, Mac Dre was shot to death while returning to his hotel after a performance in Kansas city. A car pulled up next to the white van carrying Dre along with other Thizz artists. Whether words where exchanged or not, the ordeal ended in the bloodshed of a bay area rap legend. The van swerved off the road and into a ravine where it ran into a tree. Word is that Dre was thrown from the van, but officials say they found him in the front seat, dead on arrival. Some believe that Mac Dre's killer was Kansas City rapper Anthony "Fat Tone" Watkins. In 2005 Watkins was murdered, allegedly by Bay Area rapper Mac Minister. In March 2006, Mac Minister was arrested by FBI officials.
It's Nothing
Mac Dre Lyrics
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[Intro: Bigg Rocc Talking]
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say fuck that shit "fuck that shit"
Say fuck that shit "fuck that shit"
Now scream "hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy"
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Who the mothafuckin' boss nigga spill at the villain
We make them feel us, them presidents be beggin' to kill us
Dope dealers and the feds, bitches, fuckin' my head
Niggas dyin' over colors, nigga blue and the red
What 'Ren gotta do to expose your ass
Gays and bitches on the mic homey makin' me mad
Really who fuckin' with Ren
I don't give a fuck, how many crook shooter in, I'm a fuckin' veteran
R-E-N niggaz know what it mean
V-I-L-L homey seldom seen
I'm with that nigga "Bigg Rocc" homey puffin' the green
I'm sick off the bitches always askin' why I love weed?
We got fucked up crews, fucked up clothes
Nobody give a fuck about the niggas no more
Then they got the nerve to ask what this for
This for mothafuckers growin' up in the ghetto...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
We the shit nigga don't need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what
We the shit nigga don't need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, it's nothing
[Sound of police Sireens]
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I come through reppin' while niggaz be half steppin'
Choose my weapon, let loose in your section
Fake-Ass, home niggas shot the next man
I'm a buy my own cheese, smokin' in the cali' grease
Why nigga, do or die, my niggas
Full of Alcohol, ready to pull the big triggers
High Powered, street kings, reigned by killers
Gangbangers, horny-Ass-Cop, dope dealers
Prostitutes, horny-Ass-mayers wanna be back players
Spend your paper, beware of the kill
Deal or get dealt with, I'm not the nigga to cross
Sluts do applause
To peel to the mothafucker, kill that mothafucker
Be real to the mothafucker, so chill mothafuckers
But shit gets start you can't heal mothafucker
It's over life like payin' bills mothafucker...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
We the shit nigga don't need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what
We the shit don't nigga need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, it's nothing
The song "It's Nothing" by Mac Dre feat. P.S.D. & Dubee showcases a classic West Coast gangsta rap sound that delves deep into issues surrounding violence, police brutality, and drugs in the ghetto. The first verse, delivered by MC Ren, speaks about the dangers of drug dealing, the rivalry between gangs, and people dying over colors. He denounces gays and bitches rapping over the mic, saying that these topics make him mad. The chorus by MC Ren proclaims that he and his crew are the shit and they don't need anything from anyone. The second verse, delivered by Bigg Rocc, continues along the same lines, discussing killing rival gang members, prostitutes, and corrupt cops. He emphasizes the need to be real because shit can get real very quickly.
The song's lyrics paint a picture of the harsh reality of life in the ghetto, emphasizing the struggles and dangers that come with growing up in such a hostile environment. The use of profanity and explicit language is a typical characteristic of gangsta rap, which is often controversial for its glorification of violence and explicit content.
Line by Line Meaning
Who the mothafuckin' boss nigga spill at the villain
Ren is asking who is the one in charge that is targeting the villains.
We make them feel us, them presidents be beggin' to kill us
Their power and influence is recognized by even those in the highest office.
Dope dealers and the feds, bitches, fuckin' my head
Ren is frustrated with the constant clashes between drug dealers and law enforcement.
Niggas dyin' over colors, nigga blue and the red
Ren laments the senseless violence occurring between different gangs.
What 'Ren gotta do to expose your ass
Ren is questioning what he needs to do to get others to recognize the truth.
Gays and bitches on the mic homey makin' me mad
Ren is upset with performers that he feels are watering down the hip-hop genre.
Really who fuckin' with Ren
Ren is confident in his abilities and questioning if anyone can challenge him.
R-E-N niggaz know what it mean
Ren is emphasizing that his name carries weight and respect.
V-I-L-L homey seldom seen
Ren is shouting out his homie Vill, who is rarely seen but still respected.
I'm with that nigga 'Bigg Rocc' homey puffin' the green
Ren is with his friend Bigg Rocc, enjoying some marijuana.
We got fucked up crews, fucked up clothes
Ren is referring to the struggles of life in the ghetto, with poverty impacting every aspect of life.
Nobody give a fuck about the niggas no more
Ren feels that society has abandoned people from his community.
Then they got the nerve to ask what this for
Ren is questioning why people are unaware of the struggles faced in his community.
This for mothafuckers growin' up in the ghetto...
Ren is dedicating the song to people who are trying to survive in tough conditions in the ghetto.
I come through reppin' while niggaz be half steppin'
Bigg Rocc comes through representing his hood while others lack authenticity.
Choose my weapon, let loose in your section
Bigg Rocc is prepared to use whatever weapon necessary to defend himself.
Fake-Ass, home niggas shot the next man
Bigg Rocc is calling out fake people who engage in violence.
I'm a buy my own cheese, smokin' in the cali' grease
Bigg Rocc is making his own money and enjoying some weed from California.
Full of Alcohol, ready to pull the big triggers
Bigg Rocc and his crew are drunk and ready to use guns.
High Powered, street kings, reigned by killers
Bigg Rocc and his crew are powerful and dominant in their neighborhood, and are not afraid to use violence.
Gangbangers, horny-Ass-Cop, dope dealers
Bigg Rocc lists the different types of people involved in criminal activity.
Prostitutes, horny-Ass-mayers wanna be back players
Bigg Rocc is calling out politicians who are unfaithful and only interested in their own personal gain.
Spend your paper, beware of the kill
Bigg Rocc advises people to be careful with their money and to be cautious of their surroundings.
Deal or get dealt with, I'm not the nigga to cross
Bigg Rocc is warning people that he is not someone to be messed with.
Sluts do applause, To peel to the mothafucker, kill that mothafucker
Bigg Rocc is criticizing women who act overly friendly and encourage violence.
Be real to the mothafucker, so chill mothafuckers / But shit gets start you can't heal mothafucker / It's over life like payin' bills mothafucker...
Bigg Rocc advises people to be honest and chill, but warns that things can get out of hand quickly and become life-threatening.
We the shit nigga don't need nothing
Ren is asserting that they are the best and don't need anyone else.
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
John Doe is arriving and they are ready to use violence.
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something / To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what
People are jealous of their success and recognition, and they consistently outperform others.
It's over life like payin' bills mothafucker...
Bigg Rocc is emphasizing again how quickly things can escalate and become life-threatening.
Writer(s): No Face
Contributed by Nora F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@nathanmillwood6078
[Verse 1: PSD]
I love the paper, I'm a thug by nature
I take the mug of a hater, that's just blood on my gators
Who I'm is? Tha Drivah, bitch
On a plane, with a half thang inside the bitch
I'm looking hella inconspicuous, (sheek), nonchalant
With a whole zip of piff in my dun dun dun
You can't owe, but I got it, what you need and want?
Six five for the nina, I got none to front
Good nigga, Cutthoat, 3C hood nigga
Money up on the wood (yes), it's all good
I represent if I should for MD and Sug (my nigga's)
Players do what they want haters do what they could
Paper when niggas flaunt, vapors take over hoods
Ho's will hollar "Ooh" Turf niggas will "Uhh"
For reals, we tryna live, that's how serious it is
No deals, so fuck what judge and what jury it is
I'm him
[Hook]
They say a hustler will never get to live as long
They say a player when he older he'll be alone
Yeah I'm in, let's do this shit, to me it's nothing
Nothing, it's nothing man
I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of cron
Running game on these bitches to confine they mind
Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothing
[Verse 2: Dubee]
We into this pimpin'
Sending them women hoeing for a percentage
You wanna get raw?
I make them drop they jaw, what you thought?
Bet you bought this tape, to tighten up your screws
Replace your boots and shoes
Leave a sucky ho stuck and confused
When I bruise the beat, you will see
A Cutthoat nigga, [?]
Super duper nigga on turf, [?] yoke in a glass house
I was thizzed out, stopped to push your bitch out
'Cause she so square she couldn't figure this out
You're out bitch, cut, ho we ain't no punks
Take a nigga's baddest bitch turn her into Turf cunt
Put a blunt up in it and she will puff it
Put a hundred up in it, let you run up in it
Just don't put your gun up in it
I release pimp shit, unbelievable
Breathing on cheddar, plus you feign for dough
No sweaters, we tote Beretta's and headers is what we sellin'
Bitches yelling ain't shit, niya, look at what I tell 'em
[Hook]
They say a hustler will never get to live as long
They say a player when he older he'll be alone
Yeah I'm in, let's do this shit, to me it's nothing
Nothing, it's nothing man
I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of cron
Running game on these bitches to confine they mind
Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothing
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
Now quench your thirst with a sip from this pimpin' boy
I go bad on bitches like Orenthal Simpson
Sour, filthy call me nasty
All in her guts while I'm slapping her ass cheeks
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
She gets no affection whenever she cries
I need a ride or die, H-O-E (Hoe up)
If they know me, they owe me
Chevy driver everynight, I get it from the womb
Check a sucker motherfucker, gone off shrooms
Ripped off Hennessy and there's finna be
Bodies being found in the near vicinity
My enemies better stay home
'Cause I'm spraying up bodies like spray on cologne
Oh, who, could it be? The Crestside Cutthoat
Me md
@JBHAYES
[Verse 1: PSD]
I love the paper, I'm a thug by nature
I take the mug of a hater, that's just blood on my gators
Who I'm is? Tha Drivah, b**h
On a plane, with a half thang inside the b**h
I'm looking hella inconspicuous, nonchalant
With a whole zip of piff in my dun dun dun
You can't owe, but I got it, what you need and want?
Six five for the nina I got none to front
Good n***a, Cutthoat, 3C hood n***a
Money up on the wood (yes), it's all good
I represent if I should for MD and Sug (my n***a's)
Players do what they want haters do what they could
Paper when n***as flaunt, vapors take over hoods
Ho's will hollar "Ooh" Turf n***as will "Uhh"
For reals, we tryna live, that's how serious it is
No deals, so f** what judge and what jury it is
I'm him
[Hook]
They say a hustler will never get to live as long
They say a player when he older he'll be alone
Yeah I'm in, let's do this sh**, to me it's nothing
Nothing, it's nothing man
I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of cron
Running game on these b**hes to confine they mind
Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothing
[Verse 2: Dubee]
We into this pimpin'
Sending them women hoeing for a percentage
You wanna get raw?
I make them drop they jaw, what you thought?
Bet you bought this tape, to tighten up your screws
Replace your boots and shoes
Leave a s**y ho stuck and confused
When I bruise the beat, you will see
A Cutthoat n***a, [?]
Super duper n**a on turf, [?] yoke in a gla* house
I was thizzed out, stopped to push your b**h out
Cause she so square she couldn't figure this out
You're out b**h, cut, ho we ain't no punks
Take a n***a's baddest b**h turn her into Turf cunt
Put a blunt up in it and she will puff it
Put a hundred up in it, let you run up in it
Just don't put your gun up in it
I release pimp sh**, unbelievable
Breathing on cheddar, plus you feign for dough
No sweaters, we tote Beretta's and headers is what we sending
b**hes yelling ain't sh**, niya, look at what I tell 'em
[Hook]
They say a hustler will never get to live as long
They say a player when he older he'll be alone
Yeah I'm in, let's do this sh**, to me it's nothing
Nothing, it's nothing man
I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of cron
Running game on these b**hes to confine they mind
Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothing
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
Now quench your thirst with a sip from this pimpin' boy
I got bad on bitches like a rental, Simpson
Sour, filthy call me nasty
All in her guts while I'm slapping her ass cheeks
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
She gets no affection whenever she cries
I need a ride or die, H-O-E (Hoe up)
If they know me, they owe me
Chevy driver everynight, I get it from the womb
Check a sucker motherfucker, gone off shrooms
Ripped off Hennessy and there's finna be
Bodies found in the near vicinity
My enemies better stay home
'Cause I'm spraying up bodies like spray on cologne
Oh, who, could it be? The Crestside Cutthoat me MD
@Flexican510
His most slept on song 🎵
@niiqford
Hella
@Flexican510
@@niiqford Like the Beat the lyrics and the flow
@Bnick2009
If you goofy half breeds don't stop begging for attention. Real ones know all his music. Yall a buncha goofy as fan Boys hahahahaha
@patrickhealy6228
rip Dre.. we still slapin in 2018
@markbright9798
Mac Dre bay area legend best to ever do it!!!
@thesebastiangomez1
Mac dre best verse ever!
@knightoflabor
You do not lie.
@josiahham7280
Straight up 🏁
@nicknavarro8558
The mac was the coldest on the mic!!!