Cry Now
Obie Trice Lyrics


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Niggas didn't kill me
Now a niggas gon' get
Peel my cap back
I'm never at home
I'm somewhere
With my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue
Sippin' Don Perignon
While she's sippin' up them newborns
Yeah bet you hate the news holmes
You probably somewhere
Sittin' on the stoop huh
Sippin' on a brew
Plottin' to pop me later huh
When will a hater learn
I'm too great on a song
I push weight on the corner
Send weight to the coroner
When courage make 'em turn performer
I transform into Uma Thurman
A dude's virgin
Verses lettin' a perilous nigga
With no purpose
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip-hop
Branch out my services
Ya try to murder this nigga
That's comin' from the same turf as ya
What nerves of yous
Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit
I'm gettin' rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
Dig? With a bitch
You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big
On another rapper's dick
Go on represent where you live
Know you annoyed
But don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda nigga
Not an Accord
I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford
And yup it's probably easy when a nigga is on board

Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now

I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me
I'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on him
The city where the weak survive and the strong die
Where beef collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy
I done seen the worst of the worst, and what can be worse
Than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch
It's like you beggin to die like bear huntin with a switch
A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same
Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame
Detroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen can fix it
Resist and a biscuit will excede the distance
And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet
Off a kid's trombone right to where you niggas lay
Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away
I shed tears but you can get your fill of it today

Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now

Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body part
Hit 'em with just enough shots to make his body art
Now I feel like we even
See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas this evenin'
Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin'
Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin'
Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin'
Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin'
Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me
And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime niggas, and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga
The doc was lyin' when he said you gon' be fine nigga

Witness the art of war, in the physical
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction
Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you
My aura awards raw to the core and the surface
Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose
Is to move up, pull tools you purp'in
Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
I'm prayin' to Proof, I'm searching for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D
I'm totin' the K, and hawk niggas waitin on me
You take the first shot then, Second Round's on Me
And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques
My contract's signed just for scratch to get you wacked
Nigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat
Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga
I'm born crazed deranged and more famous
Than clappin' down bangers meant, for entertainment, geah

Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now

Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Want war, I don't give a fuck
Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up
It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float
The result is your family heartbroke
Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff
Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggas
Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers
Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers
God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers
Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me
Obnoxious, broads call me cocky
Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys
From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy
I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
Formalize the plan, no man can stop me
Boss hog, Stat Quo understand, you copy?
(You copy?)

Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now




Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now

Overall Meaning

The song "Cry Now" by Obie Trice features lyrics that are raw and unfiltered, giving listeners a glimpse into the gritty realities of street life. The song starts with Trice rapping about how he has survived attempts on his life and warns his enemies that they cannot harm him. He talks about his lavish lifestyle, sipping on Don Perignon while women pleasure him. Trice also takes aim at his haters, telling them how he is successful and they cannot get to him. He cleverly plays on the phrase "Cry Now" by repeatedly urging his enemies to do so.


As the song progresses, Trice gets more intense and graphic, rapping about violence and death. He describes the harsh realities of living in Detroit, where the weak are preyed upon and violence is widespread. Trice talks about how he has seen the worst of the worst, and how bullets have become part of the fabric of his life. He also touches upon his personal losses, shedding tears over his fallen friends and loved ones.


Overall, the song carries a defiant and tough attitude that defines the street life portrayed in the lyrics. Trice's delivery is intense and emotional, conveying the frustration and pain of living in a dangerous, unforgiving world where power and violence reign supreme.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas didn't kill me
I survived the attempts made on my life by other individuals


Now a niggas gon' get
But now someone is going to face the consequences


Peel my cap back
I will retaliate against those who have harmed me


I'm never at home
I am always on the move, never staying in one place


I'm somewhere
I can be found in various locations


With my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue
Engaging in sexual activities with a woman


Sippin' Don Perignon
Enjoying high-quality champagne


While she's sippin' up them newborns
While she is indulging in drugs


Yeah bet you hate the news holmes
You are probably envious of my success


You probably somewhere
You are likely in a specific location


Sittin' on the stoop huh
Sitting on a step outside


Sippin' on a brew
Drinking an alcoholic beverage


Plottin' to pop me later huh
Plotting to harm me in the future


When will a hater learn
When will you, as a hater, understand


I'm too great on a song
I am exceptionally talented when it comes to music


I push weight on the corner
I am involved in selling drugs


Send weight to the coroner
Causing harm or death through drug dealing


When courage make 'em turn performer
Courage allows me to excel and stand out


I transform into Uma Thurman
I undergo a transformation similar to the character played by Uma Thurman


A dude's virgin
I am inexperienced in certain aspects


Verses lettin' a perilous nigga
Sharing my verses, risking confrontation


With no purpose
Without any real intent or objective


Continue to walk this earth's surface
Persisting in living despite being dangerous


I was birthed for hip-hop
I was destined to be involved in hip-hop music


Branch out my services
Extend my abilities and offerings


Ya try to murder this nigga
You attempt to harm or kill me


That's comin' from the same turf as ya
Despite originating from the same neighborhood as you


What nerves of yous
How dare you


Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit
Angry because your endeavors are unsuccessful


I'm gettin' rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
I am becoming wealthy and successful, on the path to a lavish lifestyle


Dig? With a bitch
Understand? With a woman accompanying me


You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big
You are struggling to achieve success in difficult circumstances


On another rapper's dick
Seeking validation and success by imitating another rapper


Go on represent where you live
Express pride and loyalty to your hometown


Know you annoyed
I understand that you are frustrated


But don't make the mistake
However, do not miscalculate


I'm state to state in that Honda nigga
I am traveling between states in my Honda


Not an Accord
But a Honda G4, a more expensive version


I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford
I am in a luxurious vehicle that you cannot afford


And yup it's probably easy when a nigga is on board
And yes, it is probably easier when one is financially successful


I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me
I refuse to allow someone to physically harm me


I'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on him
I will defeat and humiliate him, leaving him incapacitated


The city where the weak survive and the strong die
The city I come from is harsh, allowing only the weak to survive and the strong to perish


Where beef collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy
A place where conflicts lead to violence, resulting in innocent victims getting hurt


I done seen the worst of the worst, and what can be worse
I have witnessed extreme levels of violence and suffering, wondering if anything could be more terrible


Than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt
Than hearing lyrics about bullets being fired at someone's body


The streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch
The streets are a source of constant danger and misery, with individuals pretending to be tough for the sake of impressing a woman


It's like you beggin to die like bear huntin with a switch
Engaging in reckless behavior that may lead to one's death


A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same
A piece of my inner self has been lost, forever altering my ability to experience joy


Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame
I am prone to reacting violently, and it will require effort to control these impulses


Detroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen can fix it
Detroit is a troubled and dangerous city, but a group of determined individuals can bring about positive change


Resist and a biscuit will excede the distance
Oppose us and face the consequences, including gunfire from a long-range weapon


And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet
Bullets may strike a person's residence, then rebound and hit others


Off a kid's trombone right to where you niggas lay
Detonating near a child's musical instrument, causing harm to those who pose a threat


Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away
I, Obie, can attest that death is always close and can strike at any moment


I shed tears but you can get your fill of it today
I may mourn, but you will experience the full weight of my vengeance


Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body part
Laugh and mock me now, but I consider my firearm an extension of myself


Hit 'em with just enough shots to make his body art
Shoot him with precisely the right amount of bullets to create a gruesome sight


Now I feel like we even
Now, I believe the score between us is settled


See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas this evenin'
I, Creek, am here to expose the truth about you individuals tonight


Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin'
Once I receive a notification, I will swiftly depart without hesitation


Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin'
Prepare ammunition and execute a violent act against those who consider themselves heroic


Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin'
There are informants constantly monitoring, so I must be cautious about what I say


Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin'
You expect me to spend money on material possessions for a woman? Stop joking


Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me
I am once again focused on my grind, my friend, as no one stood by my side


And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me
And for those individuals who merely observe, I have assembled a group of loyal supporters


Halftime niggas, and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga
You are irrelevant and insignificant, forced to sit on the bench while I excel


The doc was lyin' when he said you gon' be fine nigga
The doctor was not telling the truth when he assured you that you would recover


Witness the art of war, in the physical
Observe the tactics and strategies of warfare firsthand


Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
Since the deadly drug cocaine was present in my bloodstream from birth


And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction
When Ca$h speaks, he only tells the truth


Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you
Prepared to use firearms against those who pose a threat


My aura awards raw to the core and the surface
My presence emits an intense and unfiltered energy


Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose
The streets define my existence and when I enter a place, I have a clear intention


Is to move up, pull tools you purp'in
My goal is to progress and I am armed to confront any opposition


Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret
Witness me take down those in power to serve my own agenda


Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
A reference to Osama Bin Laden's plan and Mumia Abu-Jamal's activist spirit


I'm prayin' to Proof, I'm searching for Jerry Garcia
I am seeking spiritual guidance from Proof (a late rapper) and Jerry Garcia (a deceased musician)


Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D
Having a conversation with my deceased brother, who was killed in our neighborhood


I'm totin' the K, and hawk niggas waitin on me
Carrying a weapon and being vigilant against those who are planning to harm me


You take the first shot then, Second Round's on Me
If you initiate the conflict, be prepared for me to respond fiercely


And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
When you pass by my side, with my late brother accompanying me


I don't rap for the plaques
My motivation for rapping is not fame or accolades


My contract's signed just for scratch to get you wacked
I signed a contract solely to provide the funds needed to harm you


Nigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat
With various weapons at my disposal


Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga
Suffer a gunshot wound to the lung, understand that you are not talented


I'm born crazed deranged and more famous
I am naturally insane, deranged, and increasingly well-known


Than clappin' down bangers meant, for entertainment, geah
I have surpassed merely firing weapons for the sake of entertainment


Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Young Stat carries a concealed firearm


Want war, I don't give a fuck
If you desire conflict, I have no fear or concern


Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up
Continuously shooting until you meet your demise


It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float
The impact of the bullets will elevate his body, causing him to levitate


The result is your family heartbroke
The consequence is that your loved ones will be devastated


Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff
Your lifeless body will be rigid and resemble a vegetable


Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggas
Rendering someone paralyzed from the neck down, my associates immobilize individuals


Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers
Transforming soldiers into lifeless figures, ready to pull the trigger


Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers
We are actual killers, born with the inclination to take lives, and we move swiftly like off-road vehicles


God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers
May God protect us from those who betray and seek to exploit us


Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me
Intoxicated from dark-colored alcohol, witness my actions


Obnoxious, broads call me cocky
Confident and arrogant, women perceive me as conceited


Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Stat with a large penis aggressively engages in sexual activity


Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys
Particularly when a woman performs sexual acts skillfully


From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy
From luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz and Range Rover to a cheap, worn-out vehicle


I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
I am exceptional, only Foxy Brown has yet to realize that


Formalize the plan, no man can stop me
Organize and solidify the plan, no one can impede my progress


Boss hog, Stat Quo understand, you copy?
I am the leader, Stat Quo, do you comprehend? Are you following my lead?


Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Young Stat carries a concealed firearm


Want war, I don't give a fuck
If you desire conflict, I have no fear or concern


Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up
Continuously shooting until you meet your demise


It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float
The impact of the bullets will elevate his body, causing him to levitate


The result is your family heartbroke
The consequence is that your loved ones will be devastated


Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff
Your lifeless body will be rigid and resemble a vegetable


Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggas
Rendering someone paralyzed from the neck down, my associates immobilize individuals


Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers
Transforming soldiers into lifeless figures, ready to pull the trigger


Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers
We are actual killers, born with the inclination to take lives, and we move swiftly like off-road vehicles


God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers
May God protect us from those who betray and seek to exploit us


Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me
Intoxicated from dark-colored alcohol, witness my actions


Obnoxious, broads call me cocky
Confident and arrogant, women perceive me as conceited


Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Stat with a large penis aggressively engages in sexual activity


Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys
Particularly when a woman performs sexual acts skillfully


From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy
From luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz and Range Rover to a cheap, worn-out vehicle


I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
I am exceptional, only Foxy Brown has yet to realize that


Formalize the plan, no man can stop me
Organize and solidify the plan, no one can impede my progress


Boss hog, Stat Quo understand, you copy?
I am the leader, Stat Quo, do you comprehend? Are you following my lead?




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Don Robey, Joseph W. Scott, Obie Trice

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@gencemosia9355

As a solo artist, next to 50 of course, Obie Trice was the best thing to ever happen to Shady Records.

@tims6966

50, Banks and Trice

@scottvillepimp

Royce da 5'9

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@RemK96

one of the most underrated rappers of his time , really a shame that he fell off of the mainstream

@dambit

Fuck yeah he so good dude one of my all-time favorites for sure

@josephamiegbe4552

@Alec Williamson hear hear. I loved his tracks back in the day. He really was very underrated. He could've slain even Jay Z in a collabo

@josephamiegbe4552

Damn shame too. He was very underrated indeed. I still come back to his music. Fuck mumble rap

@bobbydeclown8430

mehh

@richardgman6558

He was hard but got jealous of 50 so tried going after him so his career got finished. And em backed 50

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