Sauce was known to wow hip-hop heads with his punchlines, and along with the well-known deceased Harlem rapper Big L can probably be attributed for the popularity of punchlines with most mixtape rappers today. He was featured on Jay-Z's debut, Reasonable Doubt, on the DJ Premier-produced "Bring it On", and on Jay's third and breakthrough album Vol. 2: Hard Knock Life on the track "Reservoir Dogs" with The LOX and Beanie Sigel. He also briefly had beef with Nas' then-protege Nature, which may have contributed to the eventual rivalry between Jay-Z and Nas.
As reported by Jaz-O, he and Sauce Money were never very comfortable with signing to Roc-A-Fella Records or being managed by Dame Dash, as Jay-Z was. So it was with little surprise when Sauce left the label with little fanfare and was scarcely heard from again until 1997, when he won a Grammy for ghostwriting Puff Daddy's tribute to The Notorious B.I.G., "I'll Be Missing U".
He eventually released his debut and only album, Middle Finger U, on Priority Records in 2000. The album featured one guest spot from Jay-Z and one track produced by DJ Premier, but otherwise had little cause to draw attention. He released 1 single from this project "For My Hustlaz". In 2005, he appeared at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert to perform "Reservoir Dogs", but his presence was overshadowed by the surprise arrival of Nas. Sauce has become mostly a ghostwriter for various artists, staying low-key in hip-hop.
Bring It On
Sauce Money Lyrics
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Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real, with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga
Ayo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck
(Bring it on if you think you can hang)
Money is power
I'm into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
Bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
Fuck with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.b. You feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on
In the lyrics of Sauce Money's song "Bring It On," the artist is showcasing his lyrical prowess with a mix of braggadocio and street-smart storytelling. The opening verse sets the tone with vivid imagery of wanting his pockets to be filled with green like slum change, emphasizing his desire for financial success. He references rolling back like rubbers, a playful yet assertive declaration of their ability to bounce back from any setbacks or challenges. The mention of keeping their pockets fully blown and being part of the Roc-A-Fella click signifies their affiliation with a successful and influential group.
The second verse delves into a blend of geographical references from Sugarhill to Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing, highlighting their widespread influence. The artist boasts about their ability to attract attention from bad bitches gasping for air in Aspen, showcasing their charisma and magnetism. The references to legendary figures like Al Pacino and Nino Brown, as well as the mention of drug dealing apostles, add a cinematic and gritty quality to the lyrics. The verse also touches on the importance of street knowledge over formal education, painting a picture of hustlers turning their experiences into profit.
Moving on, the lyrics continue to explore themes of power, wealth, and influence. The mention of Bobby DeNiro and Spanish wisdoms hints at a mix of cultural influences and a sophisticated persona. There's a focus on making money and navigating the streets with finesse, exemplified by references to Hakeem and Brooklyn to Queens. The artist portrays a strategic mindset in dealing with threats and competition, all while maintaining a cool and calculated demeanor. The use of metaphors like turning away when Tony killed Manolo and playing opponents like Benny Blanco showcases their savviness in navigating dangerous situations.
The final verses bring the song to a powerful conclusion, with the artist asserting their dominance and prowess in the game. References to money as power, facial credit, and pure platinum fetish highlight their obsession with wealth and success. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty, betrayal, and self-preservation, showcasing a mix of vulnerability and strength. The artist's confident delivery and intricate wordplay throughout the song illustrate their ability to command attention and respect in the competitive and cutthroat world they navigate. As the song fades out with repeated chants of "bring it on," it serves as a defiant and bold statement of readiness to face any challenges head-on and emerge victorious.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayo Jay word up, these motherfuckers
Hey Jay listen up, these guys
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
They're talking about their comeback like they're dealing drugs
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
I'm not pretending, I just want lots of money
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
You know what I'm saying? We move things forward and then retract like condoms
For real, with no trace of AIDS
Seriously, with no danger
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga
We keep our wallets full, part of the Roc-A-Fella crew
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jonathan Burks, Shawn Carter, Shawn C Carter, Todd Eric Gaither, Christopher E Martin
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