Rittz has been signed to Tech N9ne's "Strange Music" label since 2012. He i… Read Full Bio ↴Rittz has been signed to Tech N9ne's "Strange Music" label since 2012. He is managed by Freddie "Scender" Burman and Jeremy "JDot" Jones
Raised in Gwinnett County, Rittz embodies the same level of irony and self-conflict as his hometown. Born into a musical family, he, his twin sister and their brother had always been exposed to the inner workings of music. The fact that their parents were heavily into rock and roll ensured that the kids were always around instruments or in studios. The family moved from small-town Pennsylvania (Waynesburg) to the Atlanta outskirts when he was eight years old, and once Rittz got to junior high, his musical tastes evolved. Atlanta’s booming bass and rap movement had traveled north on I-85 to get the entire metro area jumping.
Raised in Gwinnett County, Rittz embodies the same level of irony and self-conflict as his hometown. Born into a musical family, he, his twin sister and their brother had always been exposed to the inner workings of music. The fact that their parents were heavily into rock and roll ensured that the kids were always around instruments or in studios. The family moved from small-town Pennsylvania (Waynesburg) to the Atlanta outskirts when he was eight years old, and once Rittz got to junior high, his musical tastes evolved. Atlanta’s booming bass and rap movement had traveled north on I-85 to get the entire metro area jumping.
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Rittz Lyrics
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(Turn up, Rittz!)
Shut up, bitch!
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Rittz, White Jesus, back for the second coming
Second time around I keep it extra slummy
Fuck what you repping, your record's crumby
For the check, I've been a grill, I'm feeling extra hungry
Too much of a veteran to ever let you slum me
Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county
Way before Gwinnett was ever called the north side
Ain't no way to argue with this shit, respect it homie
On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me
Taking pictures with your weapon, you flexing on me
Retros on, watch out where you stepping, clumsy
I ain't got a lot to lose, really next to nothing
And I'm beginning to feel like I'm a black guy
That's why I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches tryna tat my
Name up on their titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Turn up, turn up
All they ever say is turn up
They know me all around the world, Australia to Europe
There's levels to this shit, and I'm a different caliber of
MC, and you the kind nobody ever heard of
Don't try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder
Come out the stirrup, serve up these rappers solo cup
Pour some sprite and some syrup
You're drunk, let's shoot a bird up
They need an article of me in the Atlanta Journal
Constitution, pay homage to me, they should paint a mural
Of me on 85, my shit is a brochure of
Gwinnett, respect the way I did it and didn't switch up a minute
The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a
Beating, you couldn't touch it if you wanted to, like you're a
Germaphobic taking over shit, and then I'm sure of
Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
It's bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover
Got me feeling some type of way
And I ain't hating on the rappers they picked, but I'm on the Atlanta tour
Selling records, no competition inside my lane
Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know I'm Slum
You can listen to my first album
And see where some of these double time rappers got their whole style from
Nobody's talking shit about me cause they know I'll come
And turn em down, I'm not a rapper to show out on
And Clientele was the crew that I grew up with
But even if I was alone, outgunned, I'd still call you a bitch
I'm pissed and far from rich
Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear
I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air
Bout to light the
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Shut up, bitch!
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Rittz, White Jesus, back for the second coming
Second time around I keep it extra slummy
Fuck what you repping, your record's crumby
For the check, I've been a grill, I'm feeling extra hungry
Too much of a veteran to ever let you slum me
Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county
Way before Gwinnett was ever called the north side
Ain't no way to argue with this shit, respect it homie
On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me
Taking pictures with your weapon, you flexing on me
Retros on, watch out where you stepping, clumsy
I ain't got a lot to lose, really next to nothing
And I'm beginning to feel like I'm a black guy
That's why I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches tryna tat my
Name up on their titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Turn up, turn up
All they ever say is turn up
They know me all around the world, Australia to Europe
There's levels to this shit, and I'm a different caliber of
MC, and you the kind nobody ever heard of
Don't try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder
Come out the stirrup, serve up these rappers solo cup
Pour some sprite and some syrup
You're drunk, let's shoot a bird up
They need an article of me in the Atlanta Journal
Constitution, pay homage to me, they should paint a mural
Of me on 85, my shit is a brochure of
Gwinnett, respect the way I did it and didn't switch up a minute
The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a
Beating, you couldn't touch it if you wanted to, like you're a
Germaphobic taking over shit, and then I'm sure of
Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
It's bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover
Got me feeling some type of way
And I ain't hating on the rappers they picked, but I'm on the Atlanta tour
Selling records, no competition inside my lane
Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know I'm Slum
You can listen to my first album
And see where some of these double time rappers got their whole style from
Nobody's talking shit about me cause they know I'll come
And turn em down, I'm not a rapper to show out on
And Clientele was the crew that I grew up with
But even if I was alone, outgunned, I'd still call you a bitch
I'm pissed and far from rich
Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear
I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air
Bout to light the
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
In Rittz's song "Turn Down," the lyrics reference turning up and turning down. The chorus talks about turning down those who try to turn up on Rittz. The song speaks to a wider audience about respect, admiring another artist's hustle, and not getting consumed by egotism. Rittz mentions his experience at the Hip-Hop Awards and how he has sold records without needing to vie for a spot on a freshman cover. He also references being from Gwinnett County and paving the way for this area of the country in terms of the hip-hop scene.
The song is a deeply personal one for Rittz, as he speaks to leaving someone out of his inner circle because he cannot trust them. Rittz likes to keep his life as private as possible, so it is difficult for him to let new people into his life. He always prefers to turn down a new connection if it means that connection will not add value to his life. Overall, the lyrics convey a sense of self-awareness and strength in one's convictions.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JONATHAN MCCOLLUM, RYAN VOJTESAK, STEPAN TAFT
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Lisa Capshaw
I can’t keep up. I need help. I’m old.
Shut up, bitch!
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Rittz, White Jesus, back for the second coming
Second time around I keep it extra slummy
Fuck what you repping, your record's crumby
For the check, I've been a grill, I'm feeling extra hungry
Too much of a veteran to ever let you slum me
Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county
Way before Gwinnett was ever called the north side
Ain't no way to argue with this shit, respect it homie
On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me
Taking pictures with your weapon, you flexing on me
Retros on, watch out where you stepping, clumsy
I ain't got a lot to lose, really next to nothing
And I'm beginning to feel like I'm a black guy
That's why I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches tryna tat my
Name up on their titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Turn up, turn up
All they ever say is turn up
They know me all around the world, Australia to Europe
There's levels to this shit, and I'm a different caliber of
MC, and you the kind nobody ever heard of
Don't try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder
Come out the stirrup, serve up these rappers solo cup
Pour some sprite and some syrup
You're drunk, let's shoot a bird up
They need an article of me in the Atlanta Journal
Constitution, pay homage to me, they should paint a mural
Of me on 85, my shit is a brochure of
Gwinnett, respect the way I did it and didn't switch up a minute
The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a
Beating, you couldn't touch it if you wanted to, like you're a
Germaphobic taking over shit, and then I'm sure of
Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
It's bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover
Got me feeling some type of way
And I ain't hating on the rappers they picked, but I'm on the Atlanta tour
Selling records, no competition inside my lane
Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know I'm Slum
You can listen to my first album
And see where some of these double time rappers got their whole style from
Nobody's talking shit about me cause they know I'll come
And turn em down, I'm not a rapper to show out on
And Clientele was the crew that I grew up with
But even if I was alone, outgunned, I'd still call you a bitch
I'm pissed and far from rich
Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear
I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air
Bout to light the
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you been running your mouth
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Tryna turn up on me
Ty Hotchkiss-Graves
nothing will ever amount to seeing this live 3 days ago, best concert ever!!
Heather Mcpherson
This song is my favorite that's right turn dat bitch down
Bryon Frantz
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jeremyrullman
@Ty Hotchkiss-Graves yea I’ve seen tech 5x Rittz 3& they beyond deliver
Ty Hotchkiss-Graves
@jeremyrullman thats dope asf! the Strange World tour was my first Rittz and Tech concerts, first rap concert ever actually lol. definitely going again.
jeremyrullman
Actually was lucky enough to be my first Rittz show. Just saw him wit tech again in DM IA a month ago introduced a guy from work to it ! Blew his mind
Ethan ridesbikes
Easily one of the best flows and best choppers in the game, so smooth and precise with his words. But the best part is his variety in music styles, anything from a club banger that anyone gets down to, or something offbeat and totally different, kinda like call 911.
Twraoylnled You
Kinda like tech the way you described it
Kris Dammann
That's what's up!
Logan Stone
Sleep at night.