Go Hard
Nikki Minaj/Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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Pay attention (yo)
Sb (Holiday Season, nigga)
I think it's my time
You know why? My tears have dried
And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators
Young Money (Holiday Season)

If you could you would get rid of me
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
I am, I'm still the one to beat (go hard)
Ain't in a rush from these streets, I am the streets (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard

Gotta go, let me get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (man-man down)
Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit 'em knock-knock, tell them let me in
My name ring bells bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em wit the MAC, hit 'em wit the TEC-9
Hit 'em wit the Ruger by the intersex sign
Hit 'em wit the Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good-a (good-a)
I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up (uh)
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (oh)
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up (one-two)
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
Fuck I look like chompin' on a chicken dinner?
Your can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle (yeah), Louis on the duffel (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch no muzzle (no muzzle)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, what you wanna do, do, do?) No muzzle

Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different Kente
Tell 'em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my sensei
So I call him Splinter S(lpinter), faster than a sprinter (sprinter)
Gimme my chopsticks I'll have the rap bitches for dinner (dinner)
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my nigga, Seven Up, in Castaki
This is for my niggas wheelie-ing them Kawasakis
Shout out to the Vackee's, saltfish, ackees (ackees)
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky (cocky)
Winter wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky (rocky)
I am Nicki (Nicki), Minaj or Lewinski (Lewinski)
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me) (ohh, yeah, oh)

If you could you would get rid of me
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
I am, I will, I gots to win (go hard)
I'm still looking around for my competition (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard (Holiday Season)

From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water
or better yet, like Bubba, know shrimp
But he don't say shit when the gun on his lip
And I don't say shit put the gun on my hip
So I don't say shit but the gun on my hip
If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
And me, I'm that nasty son of a bitches
I still got that bitch cum on my lips
If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip
And if ya got money, don't come on my strip
I wear that metal, no Olympic
But I can still make you tumble and flip
You're fuckin' with me if you're fuckin' with Nick'
They ain't fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin' with Nick'
Your girlfriend, her decision is split
'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick'
They wonder if he be fuckin' Nick', as long as she be fuckin' rich
That's why I keep my luggage 'cause, I swear y'all's a fuckin' trip
Young Money dungeon, bitch, my swagger is just punchin' bitch
And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun, Gunović
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for a bunch of shit
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country bitch

Yeah, guitar
Holiday Season

Oh

Wish you could get rid of Young Money
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
I am, I will, I gots to win (go hard)
I'm still looking around for my competition (go hard)




I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Go Hard" by Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne are about overcoming obstacles and detractors to achieve success. The song begins with Nicki proclaiming that it's her time and that no weapon formed against her will prosper. She believes that her haters are actually motivating her to go harder. The chorus asserts that Nicki is going hard no matter what, and that if anyone were as real as she is, they wouldn't let another girl sit on their throne. The verses describe Nicki's determination to succeed by any means necessary, including using violence if needed. Lil Wayne's verse continues with a similar theme, describing his willingness to do whatever it takes to come out on top.


During the chorus, Nicki's words "if you was as real as me, you would never let another girl sit in your throne" are believed to be directed at fellow rapper Lil' Kim, who had accused Nicki of copying her style and stealing her throne. Other lines in the song referencing "birds fly south in the winter" and "chomping on a chicken dinner" are also believed to be digs at Lil' Kim.


Overall, "Go Hard" is a message of determination and resilience in the face of adversity. It encourages listeners to stay true to themselves, ignore the haters, and push through any obstacles to achieve their goals.


Line by Line Meaning

Pay attention (yo)
Listen closely


Sb (Holiday Season, nigga)
Shoutout to Holiday Season


I think it's my time
I believe it's my moment to shine


You know why? My tears have dried
Because I've overcome my struggles and stopped crying


And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper
I believe that any challenges or negativity directed towards me won't succeed


(We make it look easy)
We make it appear effortless


And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators
I genuinely believe that those who dislike me only push me to succeed


Young Money (Holiday Season)
Representing Young Money and giving another shoutout to Holiday Season


If you could you would get rid of me
If you had the ability, you would try to eliminate me


Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
What will you do when a woman like me tries her best?


But I won't let you get to me (to me)
However, I won't allow you to affect me


You should already figure I'ma go hard
You should already know that I will put in maximum effort


If you was as real as me
If you were as genuine as me


You would never let another girl sit in your throne
You would never allow another girl to take your place of power


I done put the chokehold
I have gained control over the situation


Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
Now they are begging me to stop bothering them


I am, I'm still the one to beat (go hard)
I am still the person that everyone wants to surpass


Ain't in a rush from these streets, I am the streets (go hard)
I am not driven by the pressures of the streets, I embody the streets


I am gettin' it in until the end
I am persistently hustling until the very end


I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard
I have to keep pushing myself to give it my all


Gotta go, let me get the car key
I need to leave, so hand me the car key


You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
You don't want to mess with me, the Harajuku Barbie


Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (man-man down)
I have flashy and luxurious belongings that grab attention


Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Communicating with them through a walkie-talkie


Hit 'em, hit 'em knock-knock, tell them let me in
Knocking on their door, insisting that they let me in


My name ring bells bitch buzz me in
My name holds weight, so they should let me in without hesitation


And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
I only halt for people crossing the road or an exceptionally attractive lesbian


Hit 'em wit the MAC, hit 'em wit the TEC-9
Using a MAC or TEC-9 firearm to strike them


Hit 'em wit the Ruger by the intersex sign
Using a Ruger gun near the intersex sign


Hit 'em wit the Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy
Using a Tommy gun, which prompts my friends to compare me to Pamela Anderson


And I always the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
I always carry a gun in the car trunk or in my Lamborghini


Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good-a (good-a)
I represent and carry the weight of my entire neighborhood on my shoulders


I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I don't want to hear about what you hypothetically would or could do


I represent all the girls that stood up (uh)
I stand for all the girls who have asserted themselves and stood their ground


Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (oh)
I used to have humble beginnings, drinking water with a splash of sugar


Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Now I'm working out in the gym, doing squats and sit-ups


Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up (one-two)
Doing scissor-leg exercises on the mat, lifting my foot up and down


Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
I am a young, attractive black woman, and all my girls are stylishly dressed


Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up
Now I'm urging LA Reid to improve his offer or proposition


And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner
And I'm letting President Carter know that he chose a successful artist


Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
Artists like Nelly and Kelly have a predicament


These birds all fly south in the winter
These women all move away in difficult times


Fuck I look like chompin' on a chicken dinner?
Why would I be eating a chicken dinner like that?


Your can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
You may dislike me, but why criticize my hard work and determination?


I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
I will always be a queen, no matter how they try to rearrange things


Skirts with the ruffle (yeah), Louis on the duffel (yeah)
Wearing skirts with ruffles and carrying a Louis Vuitton duffel bag


I'm a bad bitch no muzzle (no muzzle)
I'm a confident and assertive woman with no restrictions on my freedom of expression


(Ooh, ooh, ooh, what you wanna do, do, do?) No muzzle
No restrictions on what I want to do


Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different Kente
These women are weak and easily manipulated, unlike me who is connected to my African roots


Tell 'em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my sensei
Let them know that I am the ninja and Weezy is my teacher


So I call him Splinter S(lpinter), faster than a sprinter (sprinter)
I nickname him Splinter because he is wise and I am faster than a sprinter


Gimme my chopsticks I'll have the rap bitches for dinner (dinner)
Give me my chopsticks and I'll easily defeat other female rappers


This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is dedicated to the classy men in button-up shirts and khaki pants


This is for my nigga, Seven Up, in Castaki
This is for my friend, Seven Up, living life in luxury


This is for my niggas wheelie-ing them Kawasakis
This is for my friends doing wheelies on their Kawasakis


Shout out to the Vackee's, saltfish, ackees (ackees)
Sending greetings to the Vackee's and mentioning traditional Jamaican dishes


Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky (cocky)
Sending love to my fans, unless I'm feeling overly confident


Winter wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky (rocky)
I have expensive jewelry on my hand, and it shines brilliantly


I am Nicki (Nicki), Minaj or Lewinski (Lewinski)
I am Nicki Minaj, also known as Lewinski


Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Feeling powerful with my high heels on the car's clutch, right hand on the gearshift


Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me) (ohh, yeah, oh)
I write my own rap lyrics, I have to seize the opportunity and focus on myself


From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder
If you react weakly to adversity, you won't survive, so I have to become even stronger


Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water
I have to make these women fully aware of who I am, just like Bobby knows water


or better yet, like Bubba, know shrimp
Or better yet, like Bubba from 'Forrest Gump' knows shrimp


But he don't say shit when the gun on his lip
But he won't say anything when a gun is pressed against his lips


And I don't say shit put the gun on my hip
And I won't say anything when a gun is holstered on my hip


So I don't say shit but the gun on my hip
Therefore, I stay silent, but the gun is always by my side


If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
If you don't want to face the consequences, stay away from me


Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
Take note of how these women are obsessed with me


And me, I'm that nasty son of a bitches
And as for me, I'm the vulgar, audacious one


I still got that bitch cum on my lips
I still have that woman's sexual satisfaction on my mind


If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip
If you don't have money, don't come to my neighborhood


And if ya got money, don't come on my strip
And if you do have money, still don't come to my neighborhood


I wear that metal, no Olympic
I carry a weapon, and it's not for show


But I can still make you tumble and flip
However, I can still make you fall and turn your life upside down


You're fuckin' with me if you're fuckin' with Nick'
You're messing with the wrong person if you're messing with Nicki Minaj


They ain't fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin' with Nick'
They can't compete with me, they can't compete with Nicki Minaj


Your girlfriend, her decision is split
Your girlfriend is torn between choosing me and someone else


'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick'
Because she wants to have sexual encounters with both me and Nicki Minaj


They wonder if he be fuckin' Nick', as long as she be fuckin' rich
They speculate if he is having sex with me, as long as she is financially taken care of


That's why I keep my luggage 'cause, I swear y'all's a fuckin' trip
That's why I keep my belongings packed, because you all are crazy


Young Money dungeon, bitch, my swagger is just punchin' bitch
Young Money is like a prison where my confident style is dominating


And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun, Gunović
And I shoot a firearm like I'm from a foreign country, so I nickname my gun Gunović


Weezy F. Baby and the F is for a bunch of shit
Weezy F. Baby and the F stands for various things


Red drank, blue pill, white dust
I consume different substances: red drank, blue pill, and white dust


Yes I love my country bitch
Yes, I love my country


Wish you could get rid of Young Money
You wish you could eliminate Young Money


Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
What will you do when a woman like me gives her all?


But I won't let you get to me (to me)
But I won't allow you to affect me


You should already figure I'ma go hard
You should already know that I will put in maximum effort


If you was as real as me
If you were as genuine as me


You would never let another girl sit in your throne
You would never allow another girl to take your place of power


I done put the chokehold
I have gained control over the situation


Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
Now they are begging me to stop bothering them


I am, I will, I gots to win (go hard)
I am determined to win


I'm still looking around for my competition (go hard)
I'm still searching for someone who can challenge me


I am gettin' it in until the end
I am persistently hustling until the very end


I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard (Holiday Season)
I have to keep pushing myself to give it my all, representing Holiday Season




Lyrics Β© Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jermaine Jackson, Andrew Harr, Faheem Najm, Onika Tanya Maraj, Dwayne Carter

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Comments from YouTube:

@i_vanta

You can tell Nicki put this together for her OG fans!

@amazingsmile6976

Most definitely. She's definitely not for this new rap shit! She'll never miss πŸŒΊπŸ›Έ

@prettyhurst1967

Yess and I love the flash backs I’m getting listening to it all she will always REMAIN THE QUEEN OF RAP hand and feet down

@Intangible_ange

I swear I was just listening to this today πŸ˜‚

@felosopha445

Facts.

@Modleyjjm

This whole album that I've heard sound like it came out in the early-mid 2000s which is a great thing

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@30quani62

The real ones kno that this is old but fire

@eddie1808n

Right. Like I swear this old like a decade 🀣

@sheridianreed6539

I was just bout to say that all this old

@misstiquelove

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