Obie Trice III was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan by his mother, along with three brothers. He is of African American and German descent. Trice was given a karaoke machine by his mother when he was eleven and he used it to rhyme over instrumentals from artists such as N.W.A. By the age of fourteen, he was attending rap battle spots around Detroit, notably including the Hip Hop Shop.
Obie Trice went by the name of Obie 1 during this time, but when he first met Proof, who was about to introduce him at the Hip Hop Shop, Proof asked him, "What's your name? Your real name, no gimmicks." He was then introduced as Obie Trice, and has kept his real name as his rap name. Trice was introduced to Eminem through D12 member Bizarre. Hot Rapper: Obie Trice. Rolling Stone. Accessed January 22, 2008. Later, Trice received a call from his manager informing him that he would be having dinner with Eminem, and later that night they went to a Kid Rock party.
Before first major release, early years on Shady Records
As an acquaintance of D12 member Bizarre, Obie was signed after a personal introduction to Eminem allowed him to impress the Detroit rap legend in-person. The general public were first introduced to Obie on D12's Devil's Night album on a skit. His one-line opener ("Obie Trice: Real name, no gimmicks" - taken from his song "Rap Name" and referring to the lack of a rap pseudonym) on Eminem's lead single; "Without Me", off the critically-acclaimed and commercially successful The Eminem Show increased public awareness of his name and slogan. Obie also appeared in the video for the song, body-slamming a dummy representing Moby. Appearances on DJ Green Lantern's official Shady Records Invasion mixtape series, allowed him to further his public recognition.
In 2002, Trice appeared in 8 Mile as one of the rappers in the Chin Tiki parking lot scene. Trice also has a featured appearance as Big Pimpin' in the Detroit made independent feature film Life Goes On, which will premiere at the Cannes International Film Festival in May 2006.
A short while before the first Invasion mixtape was released, he became involved in the Eminem-Benzino beef after being called out by Benzino with the line "Obie Trice/You's a buster" in a diss-track directed at Eminem and Shady Records. In response to Benzino, Obie released the track "Welcome to Detroit City" (a track over the beat from Cam'ron's song "Welcome to New York City") on the first Invasion mixtape. He also joined his label-mates in the highly publicised Ja Rule-50 Cent beef but never received a direct response from Ja Rule.
Cheers
His debut album Cheers was released on September 23, 2003 with its first single "Got Some Teeth" being well received on radio in a number of countries. He also released the songs "Don't Come Down" and "The Set Up". The album consists of 17 tracks with production from Eminem, Dr. Dre, Timbaland, Mike Elizondo, Emile, Fredwreck and Denaun Porter. Artists featuring on Cheers include Busta Rhymes, Eminem, Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg and D12 among others. The album was eventually certified platinum by the RIAA.
Second Rounds On Me
As of 2005 he has begun work on his second album, entitled 2nd Rounds On Me, which was expected later that year. Never making the 2005 calendar mark, Obie set sights on releasing it in 2006. Although the album will be released by Shady Records, it will feature a lineup primarily comprised of local Detroit rappers with decreased presence from Eminem and other Shady/Aftermath artists.
Shooting
On December 31, 2005, Trice was shot twice while driving on the Lodge Expressway by Wyoming Avenue in Detroit. One of the bullets entered his skull. Trice was able to drive off the expressway, where his girlfriend waved down police. He was taken to Providence Hospital and released later that day. Doctors are still contemplating whether or not to remove the bullet which entered his head, as it may be too dangerous to operate.
Leaving Shady Records, current situation
Obie Trice left Shady Records on June 26, 2008, because of a dispute because Interscope claimed they would not fund another Obie Trice CD. This news was first put into circulation by Hip-Hop blog Urban Lookout; a few days after they broke the news, a track (Giants) leaked confirming the rumor. Even though Obie has left Shady Records, Eminem's manager Paul Rosenberg says that Eminem and Obie are still close friends, and that Eminem will still work with Obie Trice on future projects.
Discography:
Cheers (2003) - Platinum
2nd Rounds On Me (2006) Released:August 15, 2006
Featured/Other songs:
"Doe Ray Me": D12 and Obie Trice
"Love Me": Eminem, 50 Cent and Obie Trice
"Drips": Eminem and Obie Trice
"Spend Some Time": Eminem, 50 Cent, Stat Quo and Obie Trice
"Adrenaline Rush": Obie Trice
"Fok de Macht": The Opposites and Obie Trice
"Loyalty": D12 and Obie Trice
"Doctor Doctor": Bizarre and Obie Trice
"72nd & Central": Proof, J-Hill and Obie Trice
"Stay Bout It": Obie Trice and Stat Quo
"Growing Up in the Hood": The Game and Obie Trice
"Hennessey": 2Pac and Obie Trice
"Drama Setter": Tony Yayo, Eminem, and Obie Trice
"It Has Been Said": Eminem, Diddy and Obie Trice
"War": Trick Trick and Obie Trice
"Hustler": 50 Cent and Obie Trice
"Get That Money": 50 Cent, Obie Trice, and Lloyd Banks
"Get That Money (remix)": 50 Cent, Obie Trice, Lloyd Banks, and Krondon
Outro
Obie Trice Lyrics
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I love bein' hated, it's great, it let's me know that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep fuckin' you up
And keep pullin' the rug from up under you
So much there ain't nothin' that we love more than "Pulling Your Skirts Up"
And exposin' you hoes so much, people are startin' to wonder
What's up with them fuckin' Wonder Woman underoos?
Do unto others as you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you?
You gon' ask yourself how come your mans
Didn't empty that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep askin' us to keep it on wax but we can't
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin'
Soon as we enter the 106th & Park building
Someone's gonna get killed, and I swear to God
If someone so much as even touches one of my people
I'll put a million on his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ain't because I'm a bitch
It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with
I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to war
If I ain't there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin' with a
Peacekeeper, see you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That'll eat ya, niggas wanna keep speakin', like it ain't even that deep
I got heat that'll sweep a nigga's street
See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I'll be searchin' for you longer than The Legend of Zelda
Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a Bassett hound couldn't even smell ya
Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance, bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon with my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
Motherfucker, I'll handle you
We can have it out on any avenue
An "Average Man" flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Pushin' crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin' green is the dream, when you're young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
A Dozen Dirty niggas and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said "all men get down" (come on)
While you punchin' and tacklin' punks
I'm handlin' chumps, packin' a pump
That's longer than the elephant trunk
On the streets, I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"
A monster, pistol packin', pushin' niggas off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it crackin', yankin' bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough
When she was sleepin' stuff, I was stealin' the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin' a nap, bleedin' and lumped up
"Who Want What?" like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin'
The muscle of Meyer Lansky
Don't tussle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the shoulders
We the soldiers, y'all the youngsters
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster
Upstairs the monsters, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster (boof)
I'm back, nigga (poof), I reappear
Shoot like, you ain't seein' clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
The three things I hate, liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin' wife-beaters
I guess that describes my life
I don't even know who song this is (Obie Trice)
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef, I ain't gettin' in
I need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin' meat patty
I'll fuck your mommy and go fishing with your granny
I'll Shit on You, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"
In the Outro of his album, rapper Obie Trice talks about the many people that hate him because of his success. He is not bothered by their hate, as he sees it as a sign that he has made it. He expresses his desire to expose those who are against him, and his joy in doing so, even to the extent of pulling their skirts up. He warns those who oppose him that he is not afraid to defend himself and those around him, and that he is willing to put a million dollars on anyone's head who harms his friends. Although he could engage in gangsta activity, he chooses to rap instead because he does not want to put those he cares about in danger. The song is a warning to his enemies that he is not one to be trifled with.
Line by Line Meaning
Nah, we ain't done
We are not finished yet
I love bein' hated, it's great, it let's me know that I made it
I embrace the hate because it confirms my success
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world
I wouldn't want it any different, it's invaluable to me
Only let's me know that I'm loved
It only reaffirms the love I receive
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
By many others who are not you, and it's perplexing
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep fuckin' you up
Since you continue to bother us, we keep retaliating
And keep pullin' the rug from up under you
We keep destabilizing you
And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin'
What's even more messed up is that we actually enjoy it
So much there ain't nothin' that we love more than "Pulling Your Skirts Up"
We derive immense satisfaction from exposing you
And exposin' you hoes so much, people are startin' to wonder
By exposing you so frequently, people are becoming curious
What's up with them fuckin' Wonder Woman underoos?
They are wondering about your Wonder Woman undergarments
Do unto others as you will have done under you
Treat others the way you want to be treated
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
So who will you turn to when you are in trouble
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you?
When someone approaches you masked and points a gun
You gon' ask yourself how come your mans
You will question why your friend
Didn't empty that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
Didn't fire the final bullet at Curtis Jackson while he had the opportunity
You keep askin' us to keep it on wax but we can't
You keep requesting us to settle it through music, but we cannot
This is past any rationalization
This has gone beyond any logical reasoning
We have captured national media attention
We have gained the attention of the entire nation
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin'
The dialogue is pointless, you can feel the tension rising
Soon as we enter the 106th & Park building
As soon as we step into the 106th & Park building
Someone's gonna get killed, and I swear to God
Someone will lose their life, and I promise
If someone so much as even touches one of my people
If someone even lays a finger on my associates
I'll put a million on his head
I will offer a million dollars for his capture
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
And you do not have the money to compete or negate it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
I choose to focus on my music rather than engage in gang activities
And it ain't because I'm a bitch
And it is not because I am weak
It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with
It's because I am not a coward, I don't put my associates in danger
I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to war
I am a leader, not like Bush, I don't send my team to battle
If I ain't there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em
If I am not there in the midst of the conflict, so when I join them
Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin' with a
Commanding them to attack your base, you'll be dealing with a
Peacekeeper, see you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver
Peacekeeper, you don't want to face this sharp lyrical weapon
That'll eat ya, niggas wanna keep speakin', like it ain't even that deep
That will destroy you, others want to continue talking, as if it's not significant
I got heat that'll sweep a nigga's street
I have firearms that will dominate an entire neighborhood
See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I wouldn't mess with myself either, only divine intervention can save you
I'll be searchin' for you longer than The Legend of Zelda
I will relentlessly pursue you, just like in The Legend of Zelda game
Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the
Without a doubt, there will be serious consequences
Captain that a Bassett hound couldn't even smell ya
Captain who a bloodhound couldn't even detect your presence
Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
When I hide your body, I operate with the mentality of the mob
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance, bitch
You are just like Hoffa, buried under the Renaissance Center, bastard
You get bombed like Lebanon with my own tactic
You will be attacked and devastated like Lebanon with my unique strategy
I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
I snatch your head like one of Saddam Hussein's children
Motherfucker, I'll handle you
I will take care of you, motherfucker
We can have it out on any avenue
We can confront each other anywhere
An 'Average Man' flipped into an animal
An ordinary man transformed into a savage
Shoot out your mandibles
Shoot at your jawbones
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
Using cannons and ammunition, reload with accuracy
Nigga know the mechanicals
You understand the mechanics
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
Disassemble the pistol, you will see the handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
The street educated the child, not reading manuals
Pushin' crack vows, young Nino Brown
Dealing drugs, young Nino Brown
Chasin' green is the dream, when you're young and brown
Pursuing wealth is the aspiration when you're young and of mixed race
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
Destined to be a troublesome individual, see what I am currently engaged in
A Dozen Dirty niggas and they all get down
A group of grimy individuals, and they all engage in illicit activities
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
Resolve any issue that escalates with our group
When revolvers we said 'all men get down' (come on)
When we pull out our revolvers, we declare 'everyone get down'
While you punchin' and tacklin' punks
While you are fighting and taking down weak individuals
I'm handlin' chumps, packin' a pump
I'm handling fools, carrying a shotgun
That's longer than the elephant trunk
That's longer than an elephant's trunk
On the streets, I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak
On the streets, I am a savage, I dominate the vulnerable
So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream 'increase the peace'
So provoke conflict, I'll shoot you and shout 'let there be peace'
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Obie Trice, Marshall B. Mathers III, Luis Edgardo Resto, Steven Lee King, Rufus B. Johnson, Ondre C. Moore, Von M. Carlisle, De Shaun D. Holton
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