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.
Writer's Block
Royce da 5'9" Lyrics
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I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped
Here we go (Here we go)
On your feet (On your feet)
Stand up (Stand up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Every time I go to think of something played out to say
You already said it
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, muthafucker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
I've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say (Ay)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own
I got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say (ay)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!
Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no diggity
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
Haters get the gas face!
The song Writer's Block by Royce da 5'9" begins with the rapper stating that he doesn't know what to say and that he feels stumped. He then asserts that he is the king and that all his past pain has changed. The rapper also mentions his relationship with Marshall, which used to make him feel partial, but he has learned that they are the same. Royce then talks about how he is going to fall out with a young buck while he attempts to mess up the game. He says that his lyrics are powerful and sick, and if he gets bigger, his music will become more disfigured. The rapper also mentions that people expect him to go pop, but he is more focused on the toast than champagne. He talks about the people he associates with and how they smoke people while staring at their postbox. Royce ends the first part by saying that he sometimes feels like he is running out of cliches and is getting writer's block.
The second part of the song begins with Royce talking about how he is different from other rappers and how he sits on the same boat that Noah built. He then talks about how he rolls like the end credits in movies and how he authorizes his all-access. The rapper also mentions his voicemail being full of women screaming, and he is trying to avoid taking their bitches. Finally, he talks about wearing all-black and all-glass and having a panoramic roof. Royce ends the song by mentioning that he needs to start bringing back Bozac and that he is going to catch some wreck.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, yeah
Expressing agreement or acknowledgement
I don't know what else to say
I am unable to come up with anything further to express
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I am unable to think of any ideas or concepts
I'm stumped
I am at a loss for words or ideas
Here we go (Here we go)
Now, let's proceed or commence
On your feet (On your feet)
Stand up and be ready
Stand up (Stand up)
Rise and be counted
Everybody hands up (Hands up)
Raise your hands as a sign of participation or surrender
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Hmm, well, I'm not sure
Every time I go to think of something played out to say
Whenever I attempt to come up with a worn-out phrase or idea
You already said it
It has already been expressed or mentioned by someone else
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I am not referring to specific individuals because you are all similar and alike
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
I hold a position of power and my previous suffering has transformed
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
There are numerous people and mediocre individuals ever since the rise of Slaughterhouse
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Because they are aware that they are restricted and constrained
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
People are eager to label me as the next Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Due to my association with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
It used to make me biased, but here's the mind-bending thought
We the same 'cause
We are similar because
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
I am likely to have a disagreement with a younger person
While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
As I try to disrupt and revolutionize the music industry
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
I dismiss any irrelevant conversations or chatter, the only thing that concerns me is action
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
You are listening to impactful lyrics, like pressing your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Sly individuals, reminiscent of the Navy, smoothly sail away
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
Perhaps my firearm can cause severe damage to your luxury car
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
My music is potent and truly sick, believe me
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
It is unpleasant to destroy something, especially as I gain more success
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
And the more repulsive and distorted it becomes
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
People anticipate me transitioning to mainstream pop music, but they should cease those expectations
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
You focus on superficial celebrations, while I prioritize meaningful toasts
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
I exclusively associate with drug dealers who transport heroin from Boca Raton
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Individuals who would eliminate you while you are distracted with mundane matters
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
He only finds enlightenment when he contemplates
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
As that idea settles, I possess a valuable pen
I'm back, muthafucker
I have returned, motherfucker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
Take note of the stylish appearance on the XXL magazine cover
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
I have returned from a metaphorical death, similar to Tobey Maguire's comeback in the film 'Brothers'
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
How can you claim to be more authentic? If I have spoken it, I have also accomplished it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
If I have not personally experienced it, I have witnessed it directly, like a car salesman
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
Relinquish your position of power, your reign is over, I am the masterpiece
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
I have deciphered the complex secrets of the Da Vinci code, while you simply offer your inadequate contribution
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
It is futile, similar to a fake or fraudulent B-cup breast implant
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
The error was my sole instructor
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
Just wait until they fully comprehend and acknowledge my greatness
I've got Gucci's on my feet
I am wearing Gucci shoes
Diamonds on my neck
I have diamonds adorning my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
I am wearing diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
Women are showing interest and attraction towards me
But y'all already said that
However, you have already mentioned these aspects
Choppers in the trunk
I have firearms stored in the car's trunk
Models in the front
Attractive individuals are seated in the front of the car
Bottles in the club
There are bottles of alcohol in the club
But I don't give a fuck
However, I do not care or have any concern
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
Because occasionally, I find it difficult
For me to come up with shit to say (Ay)
To generate meaningful content or ideas
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I am unable to express myself because you have already covered all the topics
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I believe I am running low on trite and overused phrases
I'm gettin' writer's block
I am experiencing a creative blockage
Psyche!
Just kidding!
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
When I enter this recording booth, people take notice
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
I am in the same situation or position as Noah's ark
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Navigating through the same challenges that Moses encountered when parting the water
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
We are elegant and graceful in our movements, while overpowering you to the extent of standing on your grave
Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Aren't you exhausted? Why are you being so noisy? Be silent!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
Genuine individuals carry themselves quietly, similar to a mute person operating a modern hybrid vehicle
You dudes is too excited
You all are overly enthusiastic
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You are the type of person who would attempt to take legal action against someone who is contemplating suicide
You will just be another victim
You will simply become another casualty or target
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I resemble a small amount of marijuana wrapped in a joint, suggesting a slightly unhinged or unconventional nature
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
My endeavors progress similar to the closing credits in movies, while you merely follow a predetermined script
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
I have your women interested and dancing to this song when she is with you
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
When she is with me, she is actively involved and enjoying herself, not just passively following the vibe
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
Attempting to captivate her attention and focus on my intimate area
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?
I am a sniper with a clear objective, encountering any difficulties?
Not a problem I've encountered
No, it is not an issue I have faced
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
I have discovered large and powerful beings, as well as individuals who entertain
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
They will comply and perform tasks as if they are employed by a circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Surrounded by fire, the bullets encircle and confront them directly
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
As a play on words, the guns are aimed and ready, what are you inquiring, pretending to be oblivious?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
The car is an Aston Martin, originally with a fixed roof, but I envisioned a convertible instead
Since I decided to start Class diss
Ever since I initiated the diss track towards Class, the situation has evolved
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
The car is entirely black and equipped with a full glass top, yet the panoramic roof is missing
I authorize my own all-access
I grant myself complete access and control
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Your woman is promiscuous, while I am attractive and she is actively pursuing me
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her oral skills have been widely known and discussed, spanning globally from local stores to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Her vagina should be blocked and classified as unwanted or unsolicited messages
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
Boom! Interscope Records is involved in this high-quality music, and I distribute and profit from it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
My voicemail inbox is overloaded, filled with women enthusiastically expressing their desires
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
And they attempt to send those messages to me, longing to contact me
I don't know which one is harder
I am unsure which task is more challenging
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own
Struggling between not stealing someone else's woman or ending my own relationship
Haters get the gas face!
Haters are ignored or disregarded with disdain
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MARSHALL BIII(EMINEM) MATHERS, NICHOLAS WARWAR, R. DIAZ, RYAN MONTGOMERY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@johnconway7998
Royce is easily the most underrated ever…. Deff top 5 material. I really don’t get how he’s constantly overshadowed and not given the credit he deserves.. he’s literally the only rapper that keeps pace and never gets bodied on tracks with Eminem. (Maybe Joyner Lucas too)
@NaNoSQDX
Royce just got that fucking presence on the track for real
@SThrillz
"real dudes move in silence, like a mute driving a new hybrid" man, Royce is the saddest thing that happened to Hip Hop, the guy was always too underrated.
@blazinpuffs
Yeah that line is undervalued man. Fucking amazing metaphor.
@Nolandude13
1. Eminem 2. Royce Da 5'9 That is all there needs to be.
@DENZELXI
Royce da 5'9" Feat. Eminem*
@jakelowe9674
Its Bad Meets Evil to be fair
@itzkyehrbecool5458
No it’s his song. Period
@prenomenomine9355
Eminem didnt even do a verse
@bayareaspeedsource2255
It was on Royce's album. It's his song. Royce featuring Eminem.