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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Party
Slaughterhouse Lyrics
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What the fuck you talking 'bout?
(You ain't in my lane, nigga)
This is Slaughterhouse
(Me and you ain't the same, nigga)
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Why you think your bitch on my dick?
Made nigga deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can chill on the roof
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce my nigga Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like them niggas do
4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus
On a coke high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm feelin' proper
We don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like you niggas do
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang wadadadadang
Wadadadang wadadadadang
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9]
Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game floor seats
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep
'Prolly thought LeBron was a cornerback
Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you perform in front of
Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner
Your Instagram got pictures saying I heard he's rich
So you just fucked your first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H belt
This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause corny niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
We don't party like you niggas do
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang wadadadadang
Wadadadang wadadadadang
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' with the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, don't give a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what your belt say?
Fuck you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the only time you get your rocks off
Snap, in fact you never pop off, your block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block's block off
You fake gat clapper, mad actor
I'm backwards, watch how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in it's last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker
No party's like a house party, yeah
You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead
That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into
A house party, we don't party like you niggas do
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang wadadadadang
Wadadadang wadadadadang
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
I know a couple new niggas tried to start this
Lemme help you out dawg, trickin' is still trickin' regardless
We not in the same, you funny to us, I use mouth for my jeans, you need your money to fuck
The song "Party" by Slaughterhouse is a rap song that features four artists- Crooked I, Royce Da 5'9, Joell Ortiz and Joe Budden. The opening lines are a response to those who may try to compare themselves to the group, implying that they are not in the same lane. The lyrics contain a lot of profanity and express frustration with the current state of hip-hop and those who try to emulate it.
In the first verse, Crooked I talks about his success with women because of his wealth and his ability to take drugs and still perform at a high level. He also boasts about the group's status as lyrical killers and their ability to drive a crowd wild.
The second verse, performed by Royce Da 5'9, takes aim at those who try to emulate hip-hop culture without truly understanding it. He criticizes those who wear fake sneakers and leather jerseys, and who use their Instagram to show off their supposed wealth. He also takes issue with those who attend basketball games solely to look cool and impress women without actually caring about the sport.
Joell Ortiz delivers the third verse with a scathing attack on those who pretend to be tough and "gangsta." He calls out those who wear expensive clothing and carry fake guns, and who rely on drugs to feel cool. He also calls out those who try to act like they're from the hood but don't understand what it truly means.
Joe Budden finishes the song with a verse that highlights the difference between him and those who try to keep up with his lifestyle. He talks about how he can afford to buy designer jeans without having to rely on his paycheck to have sex. The song ends with the repetitive chant of "wadadadang."
Line by Line Meaning
What the fuck you talking 'bout?
I don't understand what you're saying.
(You ain't in my lane, nigga)
We operate at different levels and have different lifestyles.
This is Slaughterhouse
We are a group of talented rappers.
(Me and you ain't the same, nigga)
We are not similar in any way.
Why you think your bitch on my dick?
Your woman is interested in me because I have money and power.
Cause I'm a paid nigga
I have a lot of money.
Made nigga deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I have sex with her deeply and roughly like I'm burying her.
I'm so high that I can chill on the roof
I am very high from drugs and feel relaxed and carefree.
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
I take strong prescription drugs while rapping to give an honest performance.
Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose
I want to let everyone know that our group is still making great music.
If I make the crowd bounce my nigga Eminem'll recoup
If I can get the crowd excited and energetic, our record label boss Eminem will make money.
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit
My lyrics are so powerful that the crowd becomes rowdy and starts a mosh pit.
Fly shit, sicker than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
My lyrics are impressive and captivating, making the listeners feel like they're in a different world.
Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do
Our partying is on a different level than what you are used to.
4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus
At 4am, there are 20 women on our tour bus.
On a coke high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us
We are high on cocaine and the women are eager to have sex with us.
Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket
I will take ecstasy pills and feel an intense high.
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm feelin' proper
I am about to take drugs and feel amazing.
Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it
I don't care about people who copy everything Jay Z does.
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head
I don't care about people who pretend to be shoe enthusiasts.
Fuck you and your ball game floor seats
I don't care about people who have good seats at sporting events.
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep
If you're at the game with a woman and not keeping score, I don't care about you.
'Prolly thought LeBron was a cornerback
You probably don't know anything about basketball.
Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
You have poor fashion sense and don't know what looks good.
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms
I don't care about people who wear leather jerseys and have hairy arms.
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds
People become arrogant when they go bald, just like baseball player Barry Bonds.
Fuck you and the crowd you perform in front of
I don't care about your fans and the performances you do for them.
Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner
You act like you were born to be a successful celebrity, but it's really just because of your wealth.
Your Instagram got pictures saying I heard he's rich
Your social media posts are all focused on your wealth.
So you just fucked your first bad bitch at 36
You haven't had sex with attractive women until you became rich and famous.
That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
I think you're a fake and have never actually measured your drugs with a scale.
Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H belt
You're trying too hard to show off your designer belt by tucking in your shirt.
This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
Your wealth doesn't matter in this situation.
I can call you corny cause corny niggas get rich too
I can insult you even though you're successful because anyone can get rich regardless of their personality.
Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
Even though you're wealthy, you're still uncool and not respected.
Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' with the wrong one
I don't like people who are low-class and don't know what they're doing.
Fuck your fake high, don't give a fuck if you're on one
I don't care about your fake drug-induced high.
Fuck that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
I don't care about the woman you're having sex with because she probably smells bad.
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what your belt say?
You're not a gangster, so I don't care about your designer belt.
Fuck you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers
I don't care about your VIP section in the club, your expensive bottles, or your flashy sparklers.
And your shades that look like night vision goggles, fuck you
I don't care about your sunglasses that look like night vision goggles.
Knock off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off
I don't care about your fake drugs.
The hood jump off the only time you get your rocks off
You only feel good when you're in your bad neighborhood.
Snap, in fact you never pop off, your block's soft
Even when you're angry, you're not intimidating because your neighborhood is weak.
Man I'll knock everybody on your block's block off
I'm so tough that I can beat up everyone in your neighborhood.
You fake gat clapper, mad actor
You pretend to be a tough guy with a gun, but you're really just an actor.
I'm backwards, watch how this pump give you mad asthma
I'm dangerous and will give you a bad asthma attack with my weapon.
Put your punk story in it's last chapter
I'm going to end your story of being a punk.
I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker
I had sex with a woman who was wearing expensive designer shoes, whereas you just pretend to own them.
No party's like a house party, yeah
A house party is the best kind of party.
You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead
At a house party, there's probably a woman sleeping on the couch, passed out from drinking too much.
That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into
Our parties are exclusive and you will never be invited.
A house party, we don't party like you niggas do
Our style of partying is different from what you're used to.
Wadadadang wadadadadang
This is a repeated, catchy phrase to hype up the song.
Contributed by Aubrey G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
BLACK KHALLAH
"Party"
[Intro - Crooked I (Royce Da 5'9"):]
What the fuck you talking 'bout?
(You ain't in my lane, nigga)
This is Slaughterhouse
(Me and you ain't the same, nigga)
[Verse 1 - Crooked I:]
Why you think your bitch on my dick?
Cause I'm a paid nigga
Made nigga deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can chill on the roof
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce my nigga Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like them niggas do
4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus
On a coke high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm feelin' proper
We don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like you niggas do
[Hook - Royce Da 5'9":]
Wadadadang wadadadadang [x2]
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9:]
Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game floor seats
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep
'Prolly thought LeBron was a cornerback
Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you perform in front of
Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner
Your Instagram got pictures saying I heard he's rich
So you just fucked your first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H belt
This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause corny niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
We don't party like you niggas do
[Hook - Royce Da 5'9"]
[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz:]
Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' with the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, don't give a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what your belt say?
Fuck you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the only time you get your rocks off
Snap, in fact you never pop off, your block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block's block off
You fake gat clapper, mad actor
I'm backwards, watch how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in it's last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker
No party's like a house party, yeah
You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead
That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into
A house party, we don't party like you niggas do
[Hook - Royce Da 5'9"]
[Verse 4 - Joe Budden:]
I know a couple new niggas tried to start this
Lemme help you out dawg, trickin' is still trickin' regardless
We not in the same, you funny to us, I use mouth for my G, you need your money to fuck
You do a lot of that talkin', I'm done when I bust
Take community pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's like everything you do with the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta give you respect
So whoever raised you ain't practiced for real
Type to buy a bitch a phone, be all checkin' the bill
I've seen your type, corndog, wack as a fuck
Type to pass your man a ho, then get mad when he fuck
Like you do all the shit that a real nigga don't
All that shit that a real nigga won't
Since I don't know if this sucka shit is contagious
You the nigga we see and run
No you ain't getting no bitches, you busy being one
And one last thing for the record 'fore I get out of here
We don't party like you niggas do
EFerrorfile
Damn, this beat is near perfection to me.. More of this, please!
Ben A.
Nothing but Fire!!!! We need a new album!!! New for the summer!!
PLATINUMSTATZ
damn!!this beat and lyrics is FIRE!!!the best track ive heard in years!!yuwah
xtremesoccer909
Cardiak is easily one of the best producers there are
King Romeo
Jahlil Beats has great productions as well but Cardiak got em. This beats phenomenal. Cardiak is goin in the history books of music
AKASHIX
Ratio
Matt B.
this is what they need to be doing, making music together. not like this is house where they each just write the meanest verse they can and send it in.Â
I love this song
joe ss
Finally slaughterhouse is getting good production now.
Gsand Sanders
It's about time Cardiak produced a slaughterhouse song I know he produced a lot of Joe Budden's shit but with all four of them on this song was fire
Eli Aulita
dyin for they new album. high expectations