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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Hammer Dance
Slaughterhouse Lyrics
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(Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge
My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance
In these LA times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don't do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour diez' in a hour dude
I'm out my muh'fuckin' mind
Fuck a punchline, salute my muh'fuckin' grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they're trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind I'm a killer,
Everybody know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
You don't think that I'm about this
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance
My real name, my rap shit
Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain't new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I'm in the same taxi as the bone collector uh!
Y'all rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer at all, I'm just surrounded by 'em
Just a real nigga, straight from my mother's stomach
Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who toast led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols' bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me
Screaming "Over my dead body," like it's not a possibility
On my Jers' bullshit, never mind me
But if it's ever problems, niggas know where to find me
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance
The song "Hammer Dance" by Slaughterhouse portrays the life of a gangster. The first verse talks about the rapper's past in the projects, where he used to lift weights on scaffolds and carry a gun to defend himself. The lyrics also mention his involvement in drug-dealing, his constant fear of the police, and his ability to describe his life experiences vividly. The chorus has the rapper discussing his confident, guns-blazing demeanor as he walks into the club doing his "two-step" while ready for any situation that may arise. He describes his "hammer dance" as a way of concealing his gun while still being able to dance and enjoy himself. The second verse has another rapper boasting about his gangster lifestyle, including his hustle for making money, his loyalty to his crew, and his readiness to kill if necessary.
Overall, "Hammer Dance" is an aggressive and intense song that paints a picture of life as a gangster. It is a depiction of the harsh reality faced by many in inner-city communities in America, where violence and drugs are a part of life.
Line by Line Meaning
My real name, my rap shit
I'm not hiding anything, my name and my music are both authentic
No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
I'm not pretending to be something I'm not
Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
I haven't forgotten my roots and where I came from
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm working hard to improve myself physically and mentally
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
I may not pull the trigger, but I have associates who will
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
I'm fully capable of defending myself if necessary
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast with my pistol in the grass
I used to live life recklessly with my gun hidden nearby
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
I was trying to hide my illegal activities by putting my stash away
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
I was carrying around alcohol in a bag and it was so hot that it was sweating
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
I was using milk crates as makeshift seats on the street
While I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge
I'm constantly on the lookout for police officers
My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em
My mother was involved in illegal activities and hid drugs on dishes
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em
I sold drugs and there was always demand for them
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
I can describe my experiences with such detail because it's all true
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!
If my music career doesn't work out, I know how to make money legally and illegally
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
I'm out having a good time
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
I'm carrying a firearm with me
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
Women are attracted to me when they know I have a gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer dance
I make light of the situation and call it a dance
Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me
I'm dancing while being armed
You good? I'm just checking, homie
I'm checking on my friend's well-being and making sure he's okay
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
I'm confident in my abilities to defend myself
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance
I'm still carrying my weapon while dancing
In these LA times, I wake up on one
I wake up motivated in these difficult times in LA
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I'm comfortable at home, knowing that I'll make money eventually
I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
My music is so good that it makes even the toughest people dance and enjoy themselves
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
I have women who are attracted to me and don't need a gun to prove my masculinity
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
I'm respected in the streets from the ghettos of Watts to prestigious universities
How would you become me? I don't do what you cowards do
You can't be like me if you're too scared to take risks
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour diez' in a hour dude
I can make a lot of money selling drugs in a short amount of time
I'm out my muh'fuckin' mind
I'm crazy and unpredictable
Fuck a punchline, salute my muh'fuckin' grind
I don't need clever rhymes, my hard work speaks for itself
Ditching feds on the regular, they're trying to catch a predator
I'm always evading the authorities who are after me
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind I'm a killer,
I'm not the kind of person who is caught by TV show hosts, but the kind of person who is like Danny Glover's character in Lethal Weapon
Everybody know I body your audio
I'm a better rapper than you and it's clear to everyone
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
When my shotgun blasts, your neighborhood will be destroyed, you coward
You don't think that I'm about this
You doubt that I can handle myself in dangerous situations
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is
Don't just talk tough, back it up with actions and money
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Abraham Orellana, Brian Welch, David Randall Silveria, Dominick Wickliffe, James Christian Shaffer, Joell Ortiz, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Joseph Anthony Budden, Reginald Arvizu, Ryan D. Montgomery
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@pondforpondpondcake595
Cause this generation is too easily pleased when it comes to music.
They used to garbage they hear on the radio. Garbage sells nowadays. Bars dont sell.
How sad is that :(
It is what it is i guess.
At least we know where to go when we want to hear some nice raps. Still a lot of OG's making music.
Ice cube still makes music.
Method man as well.
Papoose still drop music from time to time. The lox. Nas. Locksmith and many more
Thank God for that.
@NelsTheArtist
This group was way too good to not have lasted another 10 years
@kerwinayers3795
Smh fr bro
@_mc_hon_3219
Most slept on
@dk420x
Joey ruined it
@miatomi
Blame Joe Budden
@sanmarcos1896
Your a fucking legend if your still coming back to this. So sad that they disbanded man..
@raighnman179
"We may hafta do it again"😅🎉❤
@tommyj6076
And they have so much unreleased stuff. Hopefully they put their differences aside and come back for one last run.
@LazyEyeProductions-bz9kt
#slaughterhouse
@jermainebeetstra3825
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