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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Offshore
Slaughterhouse Lyrics
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They say the tongue is the perfect weapon
All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these three niggas for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them to thyme again on some fan shit
I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man zick rest his soul
Before I had a clue what joe was like
I used to cop clues just to hear what joe would write
An 07 xxl shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi
Pleasure to meet you brother
Seven years later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the world together
Back of that bus fucking girls together
Got home and broke up with our girls together
Homie this is special
Yall rescued me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 speacial
Cause none of em jam ya
Summer jam was cool but we hung in japan
I don't think yall niggas truly understand
I used to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop shit about running the can
Damn a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going through
What any other thorough nigga in my hood was going through
The g code I know it's true
You throw at every one of them niggas before they throw at you
Back then I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that shit just gave me chills man
Cause Id've missed this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's just us shiit
All of this cause I can spit
It's crazy how this get when you can say that shit
For the haters being a bitch like he ain't making no cream
I just bought my lady a hit without a radio hit biitch
I'd rather talk to you niggas
Cause really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And lets just leave it at that
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on your cool behavior homey
And lets just leave it at that
I know I said that shit before
But I'm trying to save yall from a war
[Crooked I]
(Talking)
Yeah you know how you got a godmother
I got a godgrandmother
Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight that she-
She passed away man know what I'm saying
She went to the other side
Attie May I still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my birthday
I love you let me holler
[Verse 2:]
I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape street
He said crook who we gotta kill to get you a dre beat
Cause I don't wanna see you on this ratchet shit these niggas is on
And how come niggas don't pick up the phone for you to get on a song
I said probably cause ima pick em apart as soon as I get in the zone
And I definitely didn't condone dick riding so I did it alone
Industry don't want a real nigga to creep in fuck it ima sneak in
And fuck going back to that book store I used to sleep in
My homey let me stay on saturday and sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend
Same three outfits switching them s***s till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the deep end
Made myself a promise imma be the one in the end
With these rehabilitation bars imma clean em up with the pen
Then my problems gonna be over and solved
They finnaly let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of this mother fucker too many corny ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass fuck ass niggas
Faggots playing hide the salami
This is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami naw
This is crooked remember I rap circles around your favorite mc
While calling George Zimmerman a bitch on cable tv
In racially profile hoodie using bets cypher just to push my agenda
I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm James' son
Even though he wore a condom I busted through it I can't forget where I came from
I keep hearing that there's real niggas in the game alright name some
All I know is raps a circus
Your reaching again yall bleaching your skin yall bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin
You're turning hip hop to pop you maggots singing again
Just snap your finger and spin
What the fuck you rapping for
And mother fuck a grammy just hand them bitches to Macklemore
I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn
Born before Christmas get it yall on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sternin's bitch choking on Magics johnson
[Royce Da 5'9 Verse 3]
(Let me get em crook)
I'm cool calm collective smooth
I'm from using coupons with a true mom with infectious views
Number one with you honor and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stepping stool
'Cept when I'm standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make these records move
I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and dead
I'll be remembered by more shit being done then said
Listening to rap you gon hear lies told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe
I want my rhyme flow solidified in time so
I gotta get on my grind bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em but honestly he couldve sold more records then that on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his arms folded
And looking at me with that look like that's cool but get your own
Confidence breeds success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play then it's postponed
For whatever reason shady records still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope don't
Comments being made like niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many times have we proved niggas wrong
And how many niggas you think gon come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up some are gon even try to take the credit
While we was doing the album the justice league manager was like
Them niggas album ain't never coming out them niggas don't even like each other
Well fuck the justice league manager
I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches fake niggas and punks
I don't know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a fucking warrior I'm a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at that bottle like that's euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna drink that habit will actually ask you for ya
And that'll destroy ya
Take it from a g they call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers
I made my oldest a promise
To keep my balls off the net and stay devoted to his mama
[Joe Budden Verse 4]
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me what if this is big as I'm supposed to be
I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't take the hope from me
Cause that's a deep threat
I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In '98 they said I was close to my death bed
Vom and fluid on my cig it was a meth head
Was hard back then ain't have a car back then
Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head rest
Bigs suicidal thoughts was getting him through
Wouldve took my life had idve known who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how incognito I try to be
Even make my bitches keep it low they on their Nayeli
I don't trust none of these hoes
Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking even less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the best of me
When she said she'd never leave then she left fuck yall expect of me
That resentment only had me fucking different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad that made it bitter sweet
Those are growing pains call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner
But thanks to my baby mother I'll bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a problem I'll be stuck with
Like what gives so naw I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still effected
If she suck and a swallow then she'll get high it's pill infested
500 proof laced with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another owed to inconsistency
Ugh looking at all my lifes typos
Just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo
Two words for my enemies die slow
Full time pyros we do this with our eyes closed
Word up man one more time for the half wits and the simpletons
It go two words for my enemies die slow
Full time fuck it word
La slaughter la familia
Ya know what I mean
No matter what we ride so lets ride
The song Offshore by Slaughterhouse is a reflection upon the lives of its four members: Joell Ortiz, Crooked I, Royce da 5’9 and Joe Budden, they all have the same concerns about their careers, personal lives, and the prospect of future success. They all use their verses to express their anxieties, their devotion to Hip-Hop, and to share their respective experiences. Joell Ortiz talks about his gratitude for the power of rapping and the special relationship he has with his Slaughterhouse brothers. Crooked I talks about his grandmother whom he recently lost and the people he has battled to get to where he is now. Royce da 5’9 discusses his success and the fear of losing it, while Joe Budden delves into his personal relationships and the mistakes that cause him to view the world with a sense of skepticism.
The song begins with Joell Ortiz declaring that his skill as a rapper is his weapon, and that he appreciates the opportunity to share that power with Crooked I, Royce da 5'9 and Joe Budden. He reflects upon the bond he has built with his fellow Slaughterhouse members through countless shows, tours, studio sessions, and personal experiences. Crooked I then reflects on his childhood, homelessness and the struggle to make it in the music industry. He also reflects on the politics that often plague the music industry and the tragedy of lost potential. Royce talks about his success and the fear of becoming irrelevant. Joe Budden concludes by reflecting on his personal relationships with women, and his fear of repeating past mistakes as he tries to stay true to himself and his music.
The song is a glimpse into the lives of its creators and represents some of the challenges and anxieties faced by independent Hip Hop artists in their quest for success. Despite the challenges, the four rappers stand together, illustrating the unique bond that can be formed through Hip Hop.
Line by Line Meaning
They say the tongue is the perfect weapon
The power of words is vast
All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection
Only high-quality lyricists are around me now
Before I had a clue what joe was like
I was not aware of Joe's music back then
Pleasure to meet you brother
Nice to meet you
Back then I thought that made me real
At that time, I thought that it made me authentic
All of this cause I can spit
All the success I have is because of my rapping ability
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
If I choose to destroy something, it will not be my lyrics
Confidence breeds success when it's spoken
Being confident will lead to success
I keep hearing that there's real niggas in the game alright name some
There are rumors that there are genuine people in the rap industry, but I haven't seen them
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sternin's bitch choking on Magics Johnson
I will find humor in hearing about someone like Donald Sterling's mistress being choked by Magic Johnson
I made my oldest a promise to keep my balls off the net and stay devoted to his mama
I promised my oldest child to keep my private life offline and dedicated to his mother
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Despite being engaged and wearing an engagement ring, I had negative thoughts about my partner
Like what gives so naw I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I am not arrogant, but I am confident in my sexual abilities
Looking at all my life's typos, just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo
I reflect on past mistakes and try to correct them for a better future
Full time fuck it word, La slaughter la familia, Ya know what I mean, No matter what we ride so lets ride
We are a united group, no matter what happens we stick together and keep moving forward
Contributed by Violet N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
They say the tongue is the perfect weapon
All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these three niggas for years but when
They each get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them to rhyme again on some fan shit
I used to rock Boom in the hooptie on the Van Wyck with my man Vic, rest his soul
Before I had a clue what Joe was like
I used to cop Clues just to hear what Joe would write
Novel Used to tell me, me and Crooked sounded so alike
An '07 XXL shoot, he came over like "I'm Crook", I'm like "Oh, hi"
Pleasure to meet you brother
Seven years later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the world together
Back of that bus fucking girls together
Got home and broke up with our girls together
Homie this is special
Y'all rescued me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
Cause none of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we hung in Japan
I don't think y'all niggas truly understand
I used to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop shit about running the can
Damn a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going through
What any other thorough nigga in my hood was going through
The G Code I know it's true
You throw at every one of them niggas before they throw at you
Back then I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that shit just gave me chills man
Cause I'd have missed this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's just us shit'
All of this cause I can spit?
It's crazy how this get when you can say that shit
For the haters being a bitch like he ain't making no grip
I just bought my lady a whip without a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather talk to you niggas
Cause really it could be on the way I'm offing you niggas feel me
So lets just leave it at that
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on your cool behavior homey
And let's just leave it at that I know I said that shit before
But I'm trying to save y'all from a war
[Interlude: Crooked I]
Yeah you know how you got a Godmother
I got a God grandmother
Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight that she-
She passed away man, know what I'm saying
She went to the other side
Attie May I still got that Brut cologne you bought for me for my birthday
I love you let me holler
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in Grape Street
He said, "Crook who we gotta kill to get you a Dre beat?
Cause I don't wanna' see you on this ratchet shit these niggas is on
And how come niggas don't pick up the phone for you to get on a song?"
I said, "probably cause I'ma pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone"
And I definitely didn't condone dick riding so I did it alone
Industry don't want a real nigga to creep in, fuck it, I'ma sneak in
And fuck going back to that book store I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on Saturday and Sunday, I used to be homeless like The Weeknd
Same three outfits switching them shits till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the deep end
Made myself a promise I'ma be the one in the end
With these rehabilitation bars I'ma clean 'em up with the pen
Then my problems gonna be over and solved
They finally let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of this mother fucker too many corny ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass fuck ass niggas
Faggots playing hide the salami
This is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is Crooked remember I rap circles around your favorite MC
While calling George Zimmerman a bitch on cable tv
In a racially profiled hoodie using BETs cypher just to push my agenda
I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm James' son
Even though he wore a condom I busted through it
I can't forget where I came from
I keep hearing that there's real niggas in the game alright name some
All I know is rap's a circus
You're reaching again, y'all bleaching your skin, y'all bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin
You're turning Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again
Just snap your finger and spin
What the fuck you rapping for?
And motherfuck a Grammy, just hand them bitches to Macklemore
I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn
Born before Christmas get it?
Y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about
Donald Sterling's bitch choking on Magic's Johnson
[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool, calm, collective, smooth
I come from using coupons with a true mom with infectious views
Number one with you honor and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stepping stool
Cept when I'm standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make these records move
I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and dead
I'll be remembered by more shit being done then said
Listening to rap you gon' hear lies told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to
Every blogging columnist around the globe
I want my rhyme flow solidified in time so
I gotta get on my grind bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em'
But honestly he could've sold more records than that on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his arms folded
And looking at me with that look like that's cool but get your own
Confidence breeds success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play then it's postponed
For whatever reason Shady Records still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope don't
Comments being made like "Niggas old and they pathetic"
Now how many times have we proved niggas wrong?
And how many niggas you think gon' come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up?
Some are gon' even try to take the credit
While we was doing the album the J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League manager was like"
Them niggas album ain't never coming out, them niggas don't even like each other"
Well fuck the J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League manager
I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches, fake niggas, and punks
I don't know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a fucking warrior I'm a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at that bottle like that's euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit will actually ask it for ya'
And that'll destroy ya'
Take it from a G, they call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than toll for drivers
I made my oldest a promise
To keep my balls off the net and stay devoted to his Mama
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me what if this is big as I'm supposed to be
I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't take the hope from me
Cause that's a deep threat
I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In '98 they said I was close to my death bed
Embalming fluid on my cig' it was a meth head
Was hard back then, ain't have a car back then
Still in on Mase had me wishing I had T.V's in the head rest
B.I.G.'s "Suicidal Thoughts" was getting him through
Would've took my life had I'd have known who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how incognito I try to be
Even make my bitches keep it low they on their Nya Lee
I don't trust none of these hoes
Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking even less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the best of me
When she said she'd never leave then she left fuck y'all expect of me
That resentment only had me fucking different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad that made it bitter sweet
Those are growing pains call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner
But thanks to my baby mother I'll bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a problem I'll be stuck with
Like what gives so n'aw I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still effected
If she suck and a swallow then she'll get high it's pill infested
500 proof laced with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another owed to inconsistency
Ugh' looking at all my life's typos
Just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo'
Two words for my enemies: die slow
Full-time pyros', we do this with our eyes closed
[Outro: Joe Budden]
Word up man one more time for the half wits and the simpletons
It go two words for my enemies die slow
Full time fuck it word
La slaughter, La Familia
Ya' know what I mean
No matter what we ride, so lets ride
@Mikek88
This mixtape is actually a hip-hop masterpiece, insanely slept on
@EduardoVerastica
And will always be
@Cutastrophe
Duuuude seriously! #Classic 🔥
@nurangetv
No one will EVER beat joey at introspective bars.....hes legit the king of emo
@juanclaudio1103
He set the bar so high..
@youngatwista
@Kush 213 Joey's my top rapper. who's your favorite rapper so we can debate
@youngatwista
@Kush 213 kurupt and ras kass thats an argument. a subjective one at that,
but u trippin with the game and cube tho bruh. cut it out
@nurangetv
@Kush 213 nobody is topping joey at introspection. That's all I said. Crook is a machine, but he cant see joe when it come to introspective rap
@nurangetv
@Kush 213oh u a troll. Ok I get it. Have fun ✊🏾
@justzach832
Man this low-key is one of the best slaughterhouse songs ever. My GOD I think CROOK KILLED THIS