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.
Make This Run
Royce da 5'9" Lyrics
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If you love my niggaz
I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz
We can make this run, for my niggaz
And if you die, hope you'll fly high
(Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you)
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme
[Pharrell]
My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
It's called a hollow tip, dumb, dumb, follow clip and numb some
If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun
[Cha Cha]
Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light
Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
Execution style, ski-mask, no smile
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha)
We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations
Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks
Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
[Pharrell]
If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than
So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right
[Chorus x2] + (Pharrell)
Yeah, yeah, yo
[Verse 2 - Pharrell]
Niggaz want to see me lying hurt, want to stain my Hawaiian shirt
'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts
[Cha Cha]
My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
When shit go down, don't expect me to run
Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one
[Royce Da 5'9"]
This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know
Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga
Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
[Pharrell]
If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out
And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz
I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - Pharrell]
Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
[Cha Cha]
Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix
[Pharrell]
For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance
I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing
Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin'
[Cha Cha]
It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform
And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga
Extra, like you surplus
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Royce + Pharrell + Cha Cha)
Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys
And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)
[Chorus x6]
The lyrics of "Make This Run" by Royce Da 5'9" featuring Pharrell and Cha Cha tell a story about living a life of crime and the loyalty shared by an inner circle of friends. The chorus emphasizes the idea that if someone only loves the main character's friends for their involvement in illegal activities, they can still work together and make it through tough times. The song is full of vivid descriptions of violent situations, including guns, drugs, and murder. Royce Da 5'9" raps about being the boss, surrounded by loyal followers who are willing to do anything to maintain their power and wealth.
The first verse talks about a femme fatale who is ready to take on any job for the right price. She is described as beautiful but deadly, with a ready heart and a determination to make money. The second verse is Pharrell's, and he brags about his success and his enemies' envy. He also talks about his plan to implant wings in his back, so he can fly if anyone tries to kill him. The third verse is Cha Cha's, and she discusses how drugs and wealth can change people, causing them to become paranoid and forget the importance of loyalty. The song ends with Royce Da 5'9" saying that he considers himself the king of the criminal world, and he loves his loyal followers, and the chorus is repeated several times.
Line by Line Meaning
If you love my niggaz
If you truly care about my friends
I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz
However, if you only love my friends and don't care about me
We can make this run, for my niggaz
We can go on this dangerous mission for the sake of my friends
And if you die, hope you'll fly high
And if you die, I hope you'll ascend to a better place
(Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you)
(Don't worry darling, I'll earn enough money to take care of you)
Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild
Offer me something that I cannot reject, I am armed and dangerous
Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
You have a beautiful face and don't need to hide it, you are perfect for this job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
You are a woman with courage and determination, willing to do what it takes for money
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme
With my gun in my lap, I am the leader of this operation and planning our next move
My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
My friends smoke marijuana and are fast to use violence
If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
If you think you're tough, I have weapons to make you feel the heat
It's called a hollow tip, dumb, dumb, follow clip and numb some
It's a type of bullet that expands on impact, causing more damage and pain
If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun
If you're not familiar with guns and their terminology, don't try to talk tough
Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light
Your eyes are dark and menacing, with an evil spark
Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
Your odds of surviving are like a game of chance
Execution style, ski-mask, no smile
I will kill you in a precise and cold-blooded manner, wearing a ski mask and showing no emotion
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel
Hide the most valuable item in the safe that's hidden under the towel
We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations
We will definitely succeed, stay with me and be aware of your limits
Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
Only talk when necessary, and stay away from other women who may interfere
You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks
Are you prepared to take lives? They are stupid and unworthy of living
Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
They are poor and have low-quality guns, but they still function
If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
If your father has the same type of gun as me, he can also carry a machine gun
And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
And shoot you more times than the random number on your pager
Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than
Revenge is powerful and will not be satisfied with anything less
So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right
If you try to kill me and fail, God will give me another chance at life, so don't underestimate me
Niggaz want to see me lying hurt, want to stain my Hawaiian shirt
People want to harm me and ruin my expensive clothing
'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
Because of my success, others are trying to bring me down with negative rumors
Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
Two beautiful women are tempting you to flirt with them
Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts
The women are rude and identical, and wear metallic skirts
My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
My women are streetwise and carry steel bats as weapons
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
They are stealing large amounts of money, covering their tracks, and keeping count
When shit go down, don't expect me to run
In a dangerous situation, don't expect me to flee
Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one
Always remember that having two guns is better than one
This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
This money is precious, and we are willing to harm others to obtain it
Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know
With my gun in hand, everyone knows not to mess with me
Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga
Wearing a heavy coat in hot weather shows that you're tough in Detroit
Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
With my powerful weapons, anyone who opposes me will flee in fear
If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out
If I die, cut my back so my angel wings can emerge
And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
And ascend to heaven, where I will remain forever young
If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If I continue to have sex with her, it could lead to my demise
Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz
Stay alert and protect my valuable diamond jewelry, despite any distractions
I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
I went back to basics and have a classic gun in my possession
Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
Don't let anyone get too close to me and admire my watch
What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot
My gun is powerful, just aim and the sight will guide you
Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
A fifty-carat chain that makes others envious and angry
Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
My girlfriend and I are unemotional, even if she wears an expensive fur coat
Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
You don't want to mess with us, we can easily freeze you with our deadly stares
Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
Our presence can cause a heart attack due to the stress and fear it causes
Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
Would you risk your life and invest money for me?
Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
Being in this dangerous world means you're at risk of getting shot and possibly dying
For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
For ten packs of drugs, twenty-four fur coats, and ten cars
I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix
I sell drugs and transport them inside women's stomachs
For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance
For my vacation, I need fifty thousand dollars, and I find the amount to be hilarious
I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
I spent all that money on designer clothing from Dolce and Gabbana
Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing
I'm getting rich from these lucrative deals, but I'm afraid my life will never be the same
Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin'
Money is being thrown around like Cupid's arrows, and everyone wants a shot at it
It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform
The drug game is insane and changes people for the worse
And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
They pretend to be brave, but their attacks are weak
Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga
Let's see who wins the fight and takes the stolen money, annoying or not
Extra, like you surplus
You're going overboard, like you have too much of something
Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
I come from the streets and will beat up anyone who weighs less than 130 pounds
Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
They're not even worth using a gun on, I'll just beat them up myself
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys
I am the leader of this gang and will do whatever it takes to get rich
And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)
And earn their respect and admiration, because I truly love my friends
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