The name “Royce” came from his R shaped Turkish link chain which was said to have resembled a Rolls Royce logo. During high school Royce was one of the shortest players on his basketball team, standing 5′9” at age 18.
Royce signed with Tommy Boy records in 1998 and later was slated to release his debut album Rock City. Though this relationship was premature, Royce ended up leaving the label citing creative differences.
Royce began working with well known Game Recordings who helped get him in front of the right people to negotiate a deal with Columbia Records. Royce’s Rock City debut was yet again plagued with delays, during which the album was heavily bootlegged. Though not in their favor, Columbia chose to release Rock City in limited quantity and quickly went out of print by the time Royce left Columbia.
Around this time Royce dropped the underground banger “Boom” with production by Dj Premier. Soon thereafter he joined up with Koch / Game Recordings and released Rock City (Version 2.0) independently.
Most well known for his association with Slim Shady – the two met at a concert while Slim was promoting his Slim Shady EP. The two formed a Duo called Bad Meets Evil, releasing a number of tracks including “Renegades” [Original Version], “Nuttin’ to Do”, “Scary Movies”, “She’s the One”, and “See You In Hell”, which appeared on Eminem’s album The Slim Shady LP, titled “Bad Meets Evil”.
In 2001 Royce was set to work with Dr Dre’s Chronic 2000 project as a ghostwriter. He contributed tracks including “The Message”, “The Throne Is Mine”, “Stay In Your Place” and the original version of “Xxplosive” titled “The Way I Be Pimpin’”.
Royce’s association with Dr. Dre ceased when his manager, Kino Childrey spoke to a reporter about Eminem and Dre in the studio. Royce refused to dismiss his manager and long time friend, ending his relationship with Dre.
Royce and Em had a mutual friendship with Proof. Though Royce had bad blood with D12 member, Bizarre, stemming from a earlier freestyle battle with Royce’s brother. Misscommunication escalated the beef between the pair, causing it to spiral out of control and include all members of the rap group D12.
In 2002, Royce called Eminem to request to be signed to Shady Records. Eminem declined and soon thereafter signed 50-cent to Shady Records instead.
Royce released several diss tracks including “Shit on U” (over D12’s “Shit on You”), taking shots at Bizzare of D12. Royce continued record dis tracks including “We Ridin’”, “Death Day”, and “Malcolm X”. There’s speculation that Royce and Em often wrote bars dissing each other subliminally.
From 2002-2003 Royce kept a low profile releasing releasing Build & Destroy, and Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 across the mixtape circuit.
In 2003, Royce’s beef with D12 finally reached its tipping point. Royce and Proof and their entourages spilled into the streets of Detroit arguing but the issue dissipated once firearms were drawn. The two rappers spent a night in jail, and settled their beef.
In 2004 Royce released his sophomore effort Death Is Certain on Koch records, as well as two mixtapes from his crew M.I.C. (Make it Count). The crew includes members Royce, Kid Vishis,and June.
2005 marked Royce’s third full length album release Independent’s Day on Trouble/M.I.C. Records.
Royce Da 5′9″ was sentenced to jail on September 19, 2006 for parole violation for a prior DUI charge. Royce was sentenced to one year in the clink at Oakland County Jail, Pontiac, Michigan. On January 9, 2007, Royce got out of jail on work-release.
Royce has a strong ghostwriting resume including the track “Tell Me” ft. Christina Aguilera for Diddy’s album Press Play.
In May 2007, Royce Da 5′9″ released a mixtape called The Bar Exam which features DJ Premier and Statik Selektah on the Wheels of Steel.
In 2008, Royce confirmed that he had officially resolved his longstanding differences with Eminem and celebrated with a reunion concert on July 12, 2008 at Saint Andrews Hall. A mixtape of the reunion concert was soon released thereafter.
Royce also had beef with other industry majors including Mistah Fab, Cashi$, and Joe Budden, Kanye West and the Ruff Ryders.
Let's Go
Royce da 5'9" Lyrics
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Huh?
We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere
Sift ya lye
c'mere
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
A nigga that could twist like this
Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a nigga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checking for us
Never catch us catching the bus
Niggas got whips, niggas got loot,
niggas got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, only rolling with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you getting ya shit bust
Not too many ducks is going against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Which ever comes first, let's go nigga
[Chorus: x2 (Twista)]
Who the fuck want what?!
Who the fuck want what, want what?!
(Playa tell me why you hating, cause you the one take)
(that from a nigga that'll open you up)
(You gotta send the deck up when we holla)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
One of a hundred niggas'll hate my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of coming alike
Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a nigga gripping the tec, it's my shit
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit, I'm sick, it's my shit
Try to get slick and niggas is getting hit
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even trying to rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too many willing to pin ya in rap
put a ending to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sending you back
Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggas hitting alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writing to harm
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catching a L
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga
[Chorus: x2]
[Royce]
Motown,
Chi-town 5'9
Twista, let's go nigga uhh
[Twista]
Tell me who the fuck want what
What you murderous niggas is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cause homie you ain't got no choice ta,
That why you running to a real rider like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber anoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpoena motherfuckers like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them niggas that'll come approach ya
Shocking ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleeding
Until we heard no breathing, two undercovers,
we coming we get the dirty even, they know it's serving season
Shit is good as gone, cause I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packing penny brushing with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you coming with the Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you, you tripping off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some niggas knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit
I was gon' get buck, come hard, get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them niggas from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killers, busting 'em off,
and coming off so you can bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hating, who the fuck want what?
[Chorus: x4]
In "Let's Go" by Royce da 5'9", the rapper talks about his status as the king of his city and warns those who might try to take him down. He brags about his skills on the mic and his ability to come up with clever metaphors, describing his flow as never broken but always chasing the money. Royce da 5'9" raps about the respect he has in his hood and how he and his crew are always riding in luxury cars and never catching the bus. He talks about his reputation as a hard hitter and how he'll never stop rhyming until he can't anymore.
Throughout the song, Twista provides the chorus, adding verses that touch on the theme of violence and the consequences of going up against Royce da 5'9" and his crew. Twista talks about how his group is always armed with big guns and ready to take out anyone who opposes them. He warns that anyone who tries to cross them will end up getting hit back twice as hard.
The song is a classic example of gangster rap, with lyrics that emphasize bravado, violence, and loyalty to one's crew. Royce da 5'9" and Twista make a formidable team, with their raw, aggressive styles complementing each other perfectly.
Line by Line Meaning
Huh?
Confused or surprised by the situation
We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere
Claiming to be the best and challenging someone to come forward
Sift ya lye
Evaluate your skills and abilities
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
It's difficult to achieve recognition and superiority in a city's rap scene
A nigga that could twist like this
A skilled rapper with a unique style
A nigga that could rip any shit that he get
A rapper who can deliver powerful verses on any beat
Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Always come up with creative metaphors in his lyrics
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Maintain a smooth flow in his raps and rap for financial success
Never been a nigga that you know like dis
Unique and distinct from other rappers
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Being cold-hearted, but only with his close friend D-Mo
Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checking for us
Earned respect from individuals in all neighborhoods
Never catch us catching the bus
Not relying on public transportation
Niggas got whips, niggas got loot, niggas got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Having cars, wealth, a crew, and weapons
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Upcoming artist with expensive accessories
Iced out to go with the rest it seems
Covered in diamonds to match other jewelry
More or less the more of the best you seen
One of the most talented rappers in the game
Big buzz, only rolling with big thugs
Well-known and respected, surrounded by powerful individuals
We get in clubs you know you getting ya shit bust
Causing chaos and fights in clubs
Not too many ducks is going against us
Not many people daring to challenge him
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
If you're not aware now, you will be once you witness his talent
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Rap and play basketball until physically unable to
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Keep going until he's no longer 5'9" tall and until his jewelry loses its shine
Which ever comes first, let's go nigga
Whichever event happens first, let's keep moving forward
Who the fuck want what?!
Challenging anyone who wants to come against him
Who the fuck want what, want what?!
Further emphasizing the challenge
(Playa tell me why you hating, cause you the one take)
Asking why someone would hate on him when they can't compare
(that from a nigga that'll open you up)
Pointing out that he's someone who can expose others
(You gotta send the deck up when we holla)
Warning others that they need to be prepared when he reaches out
One of a hundred niggas'll hate my shit
Out of a hundred people, only a few will dislike his music
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of coming alike
Most will imitate his style, while a few will come up with their own unique approach
Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Because he's talented on the microphone, the vast majority of listeners will enjoy his music
Never disrespect a nigga gripping the tec, it's my shit
Advising others not to disrespect him when he's holding a gun
Put the flow in affect with my clique
He and his crew bring out a unique and powerful flow
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit, I'm sick, it's my shit
Willing to go to extreme lengths to deliver the best flow and lyrics, showcasing his sickness in the rap game
Try to get slick and niggas is getting hit
Warning others that if they try to be clever, they'll face the consequences
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
Asking if they really want to face retaliation for their actions
And I ain't even trying to rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Not even trying to engage in a battle, just asserting his dominance
Too many willing to pin ya in rap
Numerous individuals trying to put him down in the rap game
put a ending to that, do the math with me
Putting an end to their attempts, doing the calculations together
Straight to the lab, we're sending you back
Returning to the recording studio to outshine the competition
Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Continuing to rise while others fall behind
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggas hitting alarms
Always ready with the most powerful weapons, scaring off weak individuals
Every rhyme is strictly writing to harm
Each verse is written with the intention to hurt and dominate
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
He owns this song, and every word in each verse is a weapon ready to be unleashed
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catching a L
Will never fail and never intends to experience a loss
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell
He will always come out on top, regardless of what others say
It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga
Asserting his dominance and control over the rap world
Motown,
Representing his city, Detroit
Chi-town 5'9
Also representing Chicago, where Twista is from
Tell me who the fuck want what
Demanding to know who is brave enough to challenge them
What you murderous niggas is ready to make the deck go up?
Asking if anyone is prepared to escalate the situation to violence
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Can create chaos that would make others nauseous
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Threatening violence, potentially shooting and harming others
Cause homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Implying that the person being addressed doesn't have a choice but to back down
That why you running to a real rider like Twista, or Roysta
Mocking their decision to involve someone like Twista or Royce
Let the thirty caliber anoint ya
Suggesting that they will be hit by a .30 caliber bullet
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Implying that the target won't even realize they have been shot until they feel their clothes soaking with blood
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Encouraging others to share their opinions, but warning them of potential consequences
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Showing off their dominance and superiority in the rap arena
Subpoena motherfuckers like the courts do
Calling out and summoning those who oppose them
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
Threatening violence and implying that it won't just be a minor offense
We them niggas that'll come approach ya
Asserting that they are the type of individuals who will confront others
Shocking ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleeding
Using alcohol to numb themselves and prevent fear from taking over
Until we heard no breathing, two undercovers, we coming we get the dirty even, they know it's serving season
Committing a crime and eliminating any opposition, showing their dominant presence
Shit is good as gone, cause I gotta bring the goodies home
Their target or valuables will disappear because they're taking them
The petty packing penny brushing with the pretty pearl handle
Having a small gun with an extravagant handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
Equipped with a gun, wearing fashionable pants and a hoodie
And you coming with the Midwest shit?
Questioning someone's attempt to represent the Midwest
Remember how we took you, you tripping off how we did that shit
Reminding them of their previous defeat and how they are still worried about it
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Asking for the location of marijuana
Some niggas knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit
Someone anticipated his anger and hid the weed
I was gon' get buck, come hard, get crunk
Getting aggressive, going all out, and becoming excited
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
Engaging in a freestyle rap battle
and hit them niggas from the blindside
Attacking them unexpectedly
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Defeating the entire opposition with his partner Royce
Ceremony for the killers, busting 'em off, and coming off so you can bust yo' nut
Celebrating their victories and causing chaos for others to enjoy
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
Threatening violence and physical harm to someone
But if yo' operation is hating, who the fuck want what?
Challenging anyone who opposes them and questioning their motivations
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RYAN MONTGOMERY, CARLOS BROADY
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