Y’all Ready Know
Slaughterhouse Lyrics


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Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember
This your man Royce Da 5'9"
This your dude Crooked I
Man, Jump off Joe Beezy
It's Joell Ortiz

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse
Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up
My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up
Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up
I finish niggas right off the bat like a layup
I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go
But y'all know where I'm from, B-R double O
You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different
Here come pops with the NY bop, you know, the leg limpin'
My ice mug frozen till it's stiff
Grimy nigga, might wanna hold onto your bitch
I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women
Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em
I might just throw 'em a gold fronts
Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt
I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off
Never had to retaliate cause I set it off

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse

Ya'll know my name, bitch, never change up my language
I'm just a rich nigga from a city that's bankrupt
First we take oath
Then I'm pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos
I came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets
I learned that money can't buy happiness
But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in the Corvette
Make a dollar, buy a suit
Have a child, and have 'em follow suit
Wavin' that weatherchange things
Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose
Taking everything from you know
Let him finish his fall in his draws
And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot
I'm about that Art Of War gospel
That Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoe
Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow
Your money on me, bet it all, you know I'mma set it off

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse

Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth
Truth is I give a fuck, but it's right to myself
Fuck fame, keep the shit I write to myself
If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest shit helps
Made angel dust my freshman year
Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew
Had the wrong meaning of high school
Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar
Fuck them, only went to class for the cyphers
Now I'm gettin' bills for
The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for
They said I needed a wrench, I'm a loose screw
Vital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amour
Wasn't speakin' in French, said I'd let it off
Never know who or what you might get
Main reason they never want me to set it off
You now dealing with four niggas that's never off
All bets off, so nah, you won't be better off

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse

Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss
Egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic cross
Slaughterhouse set it off
Even got bitches wavin' our flag, Betsy Ross
Old school Chevy, the head is off
Decapitated Impala
Heavy lack from the weight of the llama
Still bear arms like a shaven koala
How you thinkin' like a faded neurology student
Is prudent when chasin' a dollar
So never mind, a clever rhyme
I'd rather find a better grind, forever times
Sittin' behind me because I'm ahead of mine
In this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigm
I'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes
Sharon and Caroline
Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind
I probably shouldn't even keep going
'Cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing
I set it off

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse'

Yo, yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember
This your man Royce Da 5'9"
This your dude Crooked I
Man, Jump off Joe Beezy
It's Joell Ortiz





Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Slaughterhouse’s “Y’all Ready Know” are all about showing off and proving their worth. The opening lines introduce each member of the group— Royce Da 5’9", Crooked I, Joe Budden, and Joell Ortiz—before jumping into the verses where they each flaunt their skills and accomplishments. The lyrics are filled with boasts and clever wordplay, showcasing their respective MC abilities.


The first verse by Crooked I talks about his quick wit and finishing off opponents easily. He also brags about his way with women and pouring E & J (a popular brandy) while smoking marijuana. The second verse is by Joe Budden, who talks about his success despite coming from a bankrupt city, and how he learned the hard way that money can’t buy happiness. He also mentions how he is about the art of war, taking inspiration from Basquiat, Picasso, and other great artists.


Ortiz takes the third verse, stating that he keeps his writing to himself and writes to help himself. He mentions his freshman year experience in experimentation, where he learned that he had the wrong meaning of high school. The final verse is by Royce, talking about his Jewish and Egyptian heritage and how he bears an arm like a koala. He mentions how he sets it off and how other rappers keep hoeing, showing all their teeth.


Line by Line Meaning

Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up
Don't mess with us unless you can back it up with something substantial.


My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up
I am a skilled rapper and have no issues maintaining my prowess.


Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up
There's nobody who can match my level of talent.


I finish niggas right off the bat like a layup
I can easily overpower my opponents in a confrontational situation.


I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go / But y'all know where I'm from, B-R double O / You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different
I'm from a tough place and there's nothing that can change that. It's made me who I am and I wouldn't want it any different.


Here come pops with the NY bop, you know, the leg limpin'
My dad was a cool guy and he had a memorable swagger, despite his physical limitations.


My ice mug frozen till it's stiff / Grimy nigga, might wanna hold onto your bitch / I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women / Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em / I might just throw 'em a gold fronts / Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt
I'm a ladies' man who knows how to flaunt his success, and I like to enjoy the finer things in life - including women, alcohol, and drugs.


I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off / Never had to retaliate cause I set it off
I'm not a coward and will handle my business directly, without unnecessary violence.


Ya'll know my name, bitch, never change up my language / I'm just a rich nigga from a city that's bankrupt
I'm unapologetic about my success, and I come from a disadvantaged background that I refuse to let hold me back.


First we take oath / Then I'm pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos
Before we do anything, we swear a vow of loyalty. Then, we celebrate in a luxurious way, symbolized by the expensive clothes and tropical location.


I came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets / I learned that money can't buy happiness / But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in the Corvette / Make a dollar, buy a suit / Have a child, and have 'em follow suit
I used to be famous for all the wrong reasons, but I've matured and realized that happiness can't be bought. I still enjoy expensive things, but I want to pass on a legacy to my children.


Wavin' that weatherchange things / Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose / Taking everything from you know / Let him finish his fall in his draws / And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot
My presence can change everything and I'm willing to take extreme risks to succeed. I'll let my opponents suffer the consequences of their actions, and hope that they fall at the right moment for my benefit.


I'm about that Art Of War gospel / That Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoe / Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow / Your money on me, bet it all, you know I'mma set it off
I believe in the teachings of The Art of War and use strategic tactics to defeat my enemies. I also appreciate artistic expression, especially when juxtaposed with violence and aggression.


Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth / Truth is I give a fuck, but it's right to myself / Fuck fame, keep the shit I write to myself / If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest shit helps
I'm not interested in fake relationships or meaningless conversation. I care deeply, but mainly about my own well-being. I don't need fame, I just need to express myself and be heard.


Made angel dust my freshman year / Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew / Had the wrong meaning of high school / Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar / Fuck them, only went to class for the cyphers / Now I'm gettin' bills for / The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for / They said I needed a wrench, I'm a loose screw / Vital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amour / Wasn't speakin' in French, said I'd let it off
I experimented with drugs in high school and didn't really understand the consequences. My teachers didn't believe in me or my dreams, and I only went to school for the rap battles. Now, I'm successful but still battling my inner demons and thoughts of suicide. I'm not crazy, just misunderstood.


Never know who or what you might get / Main reason they never want me to set it off / You now dealing with four niggas that's never off / All bets off, so nah, you won't be better off
I'm unpredictable and can be dangerous if provoked, which is why people are afraid of me. There are four of us in Slaughterhouse, all with the same mentality. You don't want to mess with us.


Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss / Egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic cross / Slaughterhouse set it off / Even got bitches wavin' our flag, Betsy Ross
I have tattoos representing both Jewish and Egyptian culture, which shows my appreciation and respect for both. We're here to start something big with Slaughterhouse and even women are attracted to us and our message.


Old school Chevy, the head is off / Decapitated Impala / Heavy lack from the weight of the llama / Still bear arms like a shaven koala
I drive an old car with a lot of character, including a missing headlight. I'm also armed and dangerous, and ready to defend myself like a shaved koala.


How you thinkin' like a faded neurology student / Is prudent when chasin' a dollar / So never mind, a clever rhyme / I'd rather find a better grind, forever times / Sittin' behind me because I'm ahead of mine / In this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigm
If you want to succeed, you need to be strategic and smart. I don't have time to waste on clever rhymes - I'm focused on finding the best way to make money and build my legacy. I'm ahead of my peers and don't conform to the norms of society.


I'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes / Sharon and Caroline / Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind / I probably shouldn't even keep going / 'Cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing / I set it off
I have two beautiful women with me and we're all about to indulge in some illicit activities. I shouldn't even go into detail because these other rappers are so vulgar and unoriginal. I'm the one who makes things happen.


Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse'
We're here and ready to make our mark. Slaughterhouse is in the house and we're about to change the game.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RYAN MONTGOMERY, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, CHRIS MARTIN, JOELL CHRISTOPHER ORTIZ, JOSEPH ANTHONY BUDDEN

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@ConsciousRobot

Slaughterhouse was tragically underrated.

@LegalizeRanch69

Conscious Robot it’s just unfortunate they underachieved as a group, album wise.

@Knoxkuma13

Conscious Robot I don’t agree with joes opinions but you’re right, even he was a dope emcee it’s sad to see them not blow up enough

@nickmee9162

What are the best slaughterhouse tracks?

@themadrapper101

I liked D12s Devils Night better than their albums though

@mozesm2953

@@nickmee9162 Hammer Dance ,-Sound Off

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@randr

Can't beat Preem's authentic hip hop sound.. 

@MCZack-hm3ge

'i realize money doesnt buy happiness,but id rather cry inside a corvette',tru story

@2PieceandABiscuit

Thats one of my favorite lines on the while track!!!

@thatwhichlearns3517

Calls me back to that old kon artis line. "Thought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worse"

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