1) Slaughterho… Read Full Bio ↴There are several bands with the name Slaughterhouse:
1) Slaughterhouse is a Hip Hop group consisting of rappers Crooked I, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Royce Da 5'9". The group formed in late 2008 after Crooked I, Joell Ortiz and Royce Da 5'9" appeared on the song "Slaughterhouse" from Joe Budden's album Halfway House. They took their name from the song.
The members of Slaughterhouse all share some degree of controversy from their past in the music industry. Crooked I (Long Beach, CA) was signed to Suge Knight's Death Row label from 1999-2003, but left after his projects were shelved amidst the disintegration of the label due to Knight's continuing problems with the law. Joe Budden (Jersey City, NJ) had initial success when he signed to Def Jam in the early 2000s, but for reasons unknown, fell out of favor with Jay-Z when the latter became head of the label. Budden eventually left Def Jam and released a diss track to Jay-Z entitled "Talk to 'em." Joell Ortiz (New York, NY) was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath label but left after he was informed that his album would not be released until both Eminem and Dr. Dre released their respective projects. Finally, Royce Da 5'9" (Detroit, MI) is known for his falling out and feud with Eminem and D12, though the two sides have since reconciled.
All four men address these issues in the Slaughterhouse song "Move On (Slaughter House Remix)," informing any interviewers out there that their pasts are behind them and that questions pertaining to these events are not relevant. A video for the song was released in March 2009.
Their self-titled debut album, Slaughterhouse, was released on August 11, 2009 on E1 Music. The album was reportedly recorded over a six day period in early June. The album features production from Focus, The Alchemist, DJ Khalil, StreetRunner and D12's Mr. Porter.
On June 18th, 2009, the first street single off the album was released via Joe Budden's twitter. The track is "Hood Hop" (formerly known as "Woodstock") and features M.O.P. on the hook.
The first official single from the album will be "The One". A video directed by Rik Cordero has already been shot.
It was announced that "Woodstock" will not be on the final cut of the album due to sample clearance issues.
The debut album by Slaughterhouse was leaked to the internet late Friday, July 31st.
2) Slaughterhouse is an American post-punk band from Los Angeles, California. Original members include Eddie Cairns, Gaby Ramirez, Nick Aguilar and Taylor Ramirez. They released their first EP Slaughterhouse EP in 2018. Their most recent release Fun Factory was released in 2021 on Recess Records and features new vocalist Veronica Molidor.
Vocals: Veronica Molidor
Guitar: Taylor Ramirez
Bass: Eddie Cairns
Drums: Nick Aguilar
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3) Slaughterhouse is a punk rock band from Los Angeles, California.
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Back On the Scene
Slaughterhouse Lyrics
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Pick it up yo, here we go
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and
Slaughterhouse!
Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi
And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep
I just want a gangsta bitch or I be a bad G
You sound dry, your legs look a lil' hashy
You thought what you said was classy
But slaughterhouse been about breads since Freddy Blasy
Freddy this ain't nasty
I'm a rap assassin that's sittin' in the Aston
That's cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell
Call me the defense back on the track spit
in the slaughterhouse pigs and you couldn't put it past me
We'd been through a whole lot in the past
'cause niggas bash us for bein' spazzes
Let it be known we've never known for bein' average
We prime like a corlio enactment
When it comes to talent, we the Jackson's
Eat a track we assassins
We, mean, we back on the scene
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and
Slaughterhouse!
you spend twenties on flowers, me,
I put doves on the rose
That's why I'm in the club with your hoes
Whatchu lookin' hard for
Don't spill escargot on yourself
And get slugs in your clothes
We the ones with the flows
Who hit em wit' the dope lines?
The answer's right under your nose
Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Til we,
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
Fix me some whiskey and lean
Bitch we the kings
Only time your music is fly in when I
Use your compact disc as a Frisbee to fling
I'm a cold young, niggar
This your hoe? Come get her
'Cause I'm so done, wit her
And her whole tongue, glitter
With the old cum, spitter
Hit her and slide home, home run hitter
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and
Slaughterhouse!
Ow-wha
It's a rap for your team
When I get in that ring I put rap in the feignin'
I don't know whats happening-ing
Either I'm getting better
Or y'all falling off like the sag in my jeans
Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean
Goin' my two steps, somethin' fat in between
Haters don't get mad at my dream
Opposites attract
I'm nice and the track is just mean
So I'ma fuck it up, flow ?
Olive button up, Bo Jackson's and green
Fresh fitted cap on the bean
Sorta like a spine on a movie screen
Back on the scene
Back under the lights like a get with the beam
Back at the register wit' the plastic machine
Back wearing my gold like magic, Kareem
Back in the rap magazines
Click!
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
back on the scene
Crispy and clean
back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and
Slaughterhouse!
Check it
Them rumors you heard about me I refute those
The attribute of hoes
Don't affect my attitude at all
Die from what you told
Blood on your new clothes
'Cause even the biggest form a new bow
What they want, till glocks wit' em
Be in the box wit' em
Tryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit' em
Dot the eyes wit' em
whole life's a rehearsal
Cars got the horse power of that old spice commercial
Silence when the vets speakin'
I'm jet skiing wit lesbians
You just seein', wanna just be him
In the casino, spendin' petti-cash
No worries I'm the same as what you met me as
Bitches sayin' go ahead wit' your sexy ass
Y'all can have my heart you can get it out this Plexiglas
Here's a message to the haters
I'll take money, power and fear, the respect'll come later
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
back on the scene
Crispy and clean
back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and
Slaughterhouse!
In Slaughterhouse's Back On the Scene, the group is back and better than ever. The opening lines of the song, "Here we go yo, here we go/Pick it up yo, here we go," indicate that the group is ready to take back the rap scene. The chorus, "Back on the scene/Crispy and clean," reinforces this sentiment. The lyrics are full of braggadocio and clever wordplay, with each member showing off their individual skills.
In the second verse, Joell Ortiz compares himself to the black sheep of a family, while Royce da 5'9" references the "Eddie Haskell" character from Leave It to Beaver to describe his clean demeanor. Crooked I boasts of being a "rap assassin," and Joe Budden declares himself a "cold young n***a." The group rallies around the idea that they are returning to the scene to save hip-hop, picking up the pieces when it falls off track.
Overall, the song is a declaration of Slaughterhouse's strength as a group and their commitment to bringing back real hip-hop. The group's chemistry and clever lyrics make for an exciting and memorable track.
Line by Line Meaning
Here we go yo, here we go
We're starting, get ready
Pick it up yo, here we go
Let's get the tempo going
Back on the scene
We're back in the game
Crispy and clean
We're fresh and ready
Crispy and
We're crispy
Slaughterhouse!
We are the Slaughterhouse, a rap group
Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi
We're a close group of friends and we're ready to roll
And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep
I'm like the odd one out
I just want a gangsta bitch or I be a bad G
I want to be with a tough woman or be a tough guy myself
You sound dry, your legs look a lil' hashy
You don't sound interesting and you look tired
You thought what you said was classy
You thought you were being clever
But slaughterhouse been about breads since Freddy Blasy
We've been about money since Freddy Blasy's time
Freddy this ain't nasty
This isn't a bad thing, Freddy
I'm a rap assassin that's sittin' in the Aston
I'm a great rapper and I'm sitting in a luxury car
That's cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell
My car is cleaner than Eddie Haskell's attitude
Call me the defense back on the track spit in the slaughterhouse pigs and you couldn't put it past me
I'm a strong defender and I rap alongside Slaughterhouse, no one can beat us
We'd been through a whole lot in the past
We've had a lot of experiences in the past
'cause niggas bash us for bein' spazzes
People criticize us for being overexcited or crazy
Let it be known we've never known for bein' average
We're never average, we're always great
We prime like a corlio enactment
We're in our prime like a performative act
When it comes to talent, we the Jackson's
We're super talented, like the Jackson family
Eat a track we assassins
We devour tracks, we're unstoppable
We, mean, we back on the scene
We're back and we're amazing as usual
you spend twenties on flowers, me, I put doves on the rose
You waste money on flowers, I put real live birds on the roses
That's why I'm in the club with your hoes
That's why I'm partying with your women
Whatchu lookin' hard for
Why are you staring at me?
Don't spill escargot on yourself
Don't embarrass yourself
And get slugs in your clothes
And get shot
We the ones with the flows
We're the ones with the best rap flows
Who hit em wit' the dope lines?
Who writes the best rap lyrics?
The answer's right under your nose
You already know the answer
Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
Whenever hip-hop is going downhill
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
We lift it up, we improve it
Til we, back on the scene, crispy and clean
Until we're back in the game, fresh and ready
Fix me some whiskey and lean
Give me some whiskey and codeine
Bitch we the kings
We're powerful and in charge
Only time your music is fly in when I use your compact disc as a Frisbee to fling
The only time your music is good is when I use your CD as a toy
I'm a cold young, niggar
I'm a tough young man
This your hoe? Come get her
Is this your woman? Come take her
'Cause I'm so done, wit her
Because I'm done with her
And her whole tongue, glitter
And her whole aura is fake
With the old cum, spitter
With someone who's been with many men
Hit her and slide home, home run hitter
Have sex with her and leave quickly
Ow-wha
Expressing excitement or shock
It's a rap for your team
Your team is finished
When I get in that ring I put rap in the feain'
When I compete, I dominate
I don't know whats happening-ing
I don't know what's happening
Either I'm getting better
I think I'm improving
Or y'all falling off like the sag in my jeans
Or you're regressing like the waistband in my pants
Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean
I'm relaxed and clean, in good shape
Goin' my two steps, somethin' fat in between
Moving in a particular way, with something substantial in the space between
Haters don't get mad at my dream
Don't be jealous of my aspirations
Opposites attract
Different things can be attracted to each other
I'm nice and the track is just mean
I'm good and the beat is intense
So I'ma fuck it up, flow ?
I'm going to improvise and make it great
Olive button up, Bo Jackson's and green
Olive shirt, Bo Jackson sneakers, and green accessories
Fresh fitted cap on the bean
New hat on my head
Sorta like a spine on a movie screen
Like the spine of a book on a film screen
Back under the lights like a get with the beam
Back on stage, spotlight shining
Back at the register wit' the plastic machine
Back at the cash register, swiping a card
Back wearing my gold like magic, Kareem
Back wearing my gold like it's special, like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Back in the rap magazines
Back in the mainstream media
Click!
Click!
back on the scene
Back in the game
Them rumors you heard about me I refute those
I deny the rumors you heard about me
The attribute of hoes
The characteristics of prostitutes
Don't affect my attitude at all
They don't change my demeanor
Die from what you told
You're going to suffer from what you said
Blood on your new clothes
You're going to get hurt
'Cause even the biggest form a new bow
Even the most powerful can feel weak at times
What they want, till glocks wit' em
They want to be tough until they get a gun pointed at them
Be in the box wit' em
Be dead with them
Tryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit' em
Trying to fight with them while they have a weapon
Dot the eyes wit' em
Shoot them in the eyes
Whole life's a rehearsal
Life is a preparation for something else
Cars got the horse power of that old spice commercial
My car is powerful like the old Old Spice commercials
Silence when the vets speakin'
Everyone pays attention when the experienced ones talk
I'm jet skiing wit lesbians
I'm having fun with lesbians
You just seein', wanna just be him
You're just watching, wishing you were like me
In the casino, spendin' petti-cash
Spending small amounts of money in the casino
No worries I'm the same as what you met me as
Don't worry, I'm still the same person you met
Bitches sayin' go ahead wit' your sexy ass
Women are admiring me
Y'all can have my heart you can get it out this Plexiglas
You can have my heart, but it's protected by something impenetrable
Lyrics © BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Written by: JOSEPH ANTHONY BUDDEN, MARK LANDON, RYAN D MONTGOMERY, JOELL ORTIZ, ANDRES TITUS, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE
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C A
[Intro: Dres]
Here we go yo, here we go
Pick it up yo, here we go
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”]
Slaughterhouse family, ridin’ like a taxi
And yeah, I’m like Dres, I am like the Black Sheep
I just want a gangsta bitch, R.I.P. Apache
You sound dry, your legs look a lil ashy
You thought what you said was classy
But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie
Freddie this ain't saying nasty
I’m a rap assassin that's sittin in the Aston
Thats cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell
Call me the defensive back on the track spit
And the slaughterhouse pigskin and you couldn’t put it past me
We done been through a whole lot in the past
'Cause niggas bash us for bein’ spazzes
Let it be known we’ve never known for bein' average
We prime like the Corleone re-enactment!
When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons
Eat a track we assassins
We mean, we back on the scene
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
You spend twenties on flowers, me? I put dubs on a rose,
That's why I'm in the club with your hoes
What you lookin' hard for?
Don’t spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes
We the ones with the flows
Who hit em wit’ the dope lines?
The answer's right under your nose
Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
'Til we back on the scene, crispy and clean
Fix me some whiskey and lean
Bitch we the kings
Only time your music is fly is when I
Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling
I'm a cold young nigga
This your ho? Come, get her
Cause I'm so done wit her
And her whole tongue glitter
With the old cum spitter
Hit her then slide home, home run hitter
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa
It's a wrap for your team
When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing
I don’t know what's happening-ing
Either I’m getting better or y'all falling off like the sag in my jeans
Relaxin’ I’m clean, immaculate lean
And goin' my two steps, something fat in between
Haters don’t get mad at my dream
Opposites attract
I’m nice and this track is just mean
So I’mma fuck it up, flow Avril Lavigne
Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and green
Fresh fitted cap on the bean
Sorta like a spine on a movie screen
Back on the scene
Back under the lights like a gat with the beam
Back at the register with the plastic machine
Back wearing my gold like Magic, Kareem
Back in them rap magazines
Click!
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Check it
Them rumors you heard about me I refute those
The attributes of hoes don’t affect my attitude at all
Die from what you told
Blood on your new clothes
Cause even the biggest fall, Manute Bol
What they want, two Glocks with ‘em
Be in the box wit’ em
Tryna box wit’ em while they got the ox wit em
Doctor Oz wit em, whole life’s a rehearsal
Cars got the horse power of that Old Spice commercial
Silence when the Vets speakin
I'm jet skiing wit lesbians
You just seein’, wanna just be him
In the casino, spendin' petti-cash
No worries I’m the same as what you met me as
Bitches sayin’ go ahead wit’ your sexy ass
Y’all can have my heart, you can get it out this plexiglass
Here’s a message to the haters
I’ll take money, power and fear, the respect’ll come later
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
Marko Popović
brilliant track, they all killed it
Anomaly DaGod
Slaughterhouse is bringing lyricism back to the forefront, straight hip hop!!!
Ulises Mercado
that SLAUGHTERHOUSE!! yell never gets old <3
Nick Mazzetti
Who else thinks Slaughterhouse reminds you of the good late 90's early 2000's rap and hip-hop? They're sick.
DeepmedZ
This deserves wayy more views........sick song
C A
[Intro: Dres]
Here we go yo, here we go
Pick it up yo, here we go
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”]
Slaughterhouse family, ridin’ like a taxi
And yeah, I’m like Dres, I am like the Black Sheep
I just want a gangsta bitch, R.I.P. Apache
You sound dry, your legs look a lil ashy
You thought what you said was classy
But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie
Freddie this ain't saying nasty
I’m a rap assassin that's sittin in the Aston
Thats cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell
Call me the defensive back on the track spit
And the slaughterhouse pigskin and you couldn’t put it past me
We done been through a whole lot in the past
'Cause niggas bash us for bein’ spazzes
Let it be known we’ve never known for bein' average
We prime like the Corleone re-enactment!
When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons
Eat a track we assassins
We mean, we back on the scene
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
You spend twenties on flowers, me? I put dubs on a rose,
That's why I'm in the club with your hoes
What you lookin' hard for?
Don’t spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes
We the ones with the flows
Who hit em wit’ the dope lines?
The answer's right under your nose
Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
'Til we back on the scene, crispy and clean
Fix me some whiskey and lean
Bitch we the kings
Only time your music is fly is when I
Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling
I'm a cold young nigga
This your ho? Come, get her
Cause I'm so done wit her
And her whole tongue glitter
With the old cum spitter
Hit her then slide home, home run hitter
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa
It's a wrap for your team
When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing
I don’t know what's happening-ing
Either I’m getting better or y'all falling off like the sag in my jeans
Relaxin’ I’m clean, immaculate lean
And goin' my two steps, something fat in between
Haters don’t get mad at my dream
Opposites attract
I’m nice and this track is just mean
So I’mma fuck it up, flow Avril Lavigne
Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and green
Fresh fitted cap on the bean
Sorta like a spine on a movie screen
Back on the scene
Back under the lights like a gat with the beam
Back at the register with the plastic machine
Back wearing my gold like Magic, Kareem
Back in them rap magazines
Click!
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Check it
Them rumors you heard about me I refute those
The attributes of hoes don’t affect my attitude at all
Die from what you told
Blood on your new clothes
Cause even the biggest fall, Manute Bol
What they want, two Glocks with ‘em
Be in the box wit’ em
Tryna box wit’ em while they got the ox wit em
Doctor Oz wit em, whole life’s a rehearsal
Cars got the horse power of that Old Spice commercial
Silence when the Vets speakin
I'm jet skiing wit lesbians
You just seein’, wanna just be him
In the casino, spendin' petti-cash
No worries I’m the same as what you met me as
Bitches sayin’ go ahead wit’ your sexy ass
Y’all can have my heart, you can get it out this plexiglass
Here’s a message to the haters
I’ll take money, power and fear, the respect’ll come later
[Hook: Dres]
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse
Ulises Mercado
this songs sounds really really amazing with headphones that have alot of base <3
G.
"You can have this heart if you get it out this Plexiglass."
Story of my life!
Christopher Avilez
slaughter house rips it and this beat baaaangs
generic screen name
My daughter has been singing along to this song since she was 2