For All My Niggaz and Bitches
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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Well it's that slow flow, D-O-Double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (we gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet
The loc'est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, 'cause I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch

To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking hands in the air

Now on a one (one), two (two), three (three), who could it be
Coming with a group of gangsta shit for '93?
So '94's arrived, nigga, back on up
And let me and my dawg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down all around
'Cause ain't shit for sale, in the coupe
With the beat flossing off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for Tha Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In yo' ass, for getting us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a problem for niggas like those
Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hoes
(Yes y'all) all the the dawgs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all
Stay full of that Gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, "Oh is it that nigga from back in the day?
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre"
'Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass, so all

To all my niggas and my bitches and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck (a give a shit)
Like we don't give a fuck (give a shit)
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a Western flick
The kingpin of the clique, top notch
Seventeen shot Glock cocked, so all niggas drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryna serve
The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause this a murder fest
I smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
(Plus I'm) rolling with two Glocks
Blind motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow though
Running 'em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving
And they can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering
(Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah
(These niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows)
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BFGoodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
(Drop to your knees like a dog in heat)
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down
And that's a hundred-seventy-five pounds of beef
Beating yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like you know
I'm stranded on Death Row with nowhere to go, so
What's a girl to do?
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you want to do?

Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care
(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
About nothing at all, just my dawgs and clocking the grip, bitch
(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
That's why I can kick it so tough, 'cause when times get rough, my
(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
The clique that I'm with, don't give a shit, you know why?
(Real niggas don't give a fuck)

Now all the bitches and the niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air




And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air

Overall Meaning

The song "For All My Niggaz & Bitches" by Snoop Dogg and featuring Tha Dogg Pound and Rage is an anthem of defiance. The main rapper, Snoop Dogg, introduces the song with his trademark slow flow bragging about his skills and control. He boasts about his age and experience in the music industry, and how he's taking nothing for granted. The hook is a call and response to "bitches and niggas" to wave their hands in the air, indicating joy and confidence. The tone is confrontational, and the language is explicit.


The lyrics dive into themes of gangsta life, gang violence, and sexism. Snoop's verse talks about guns, getting women (bitches), and getting high on chronic. Kurupt's verse brags about his violent exploits and the potency of his Glock. Rage's verse focuses on her toughness and willingness to fight. The common thread among the verses is a refusal to be cowed by society or authority. The song is part of the Death Row Records album "Dogg Food," which is known for its gangsta rap and profanity.


Line by Line Meaning

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
I have a smooth and relaxed rap style, representing myself as Snoop Dogg


See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
I am superior to my competitors, you may hear them but they are not on my level


Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)
I am Kurupt, a talented rapper who demands respect


Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
We are willing to take risks and face any consequences, we do not care about anyone's opinions


So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
I am in control of the situation, just like Janet Jackson's song 'Control'


The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
I am the most gangster twenty-one year old person in the world


Take it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm gonna
If you underestimate me, feel free to do so, because I am still going to succeed


Grab my strap then clear the corner, bitch!!
I am going to grab my gun and remove any potential threats from the neighborhood


So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
I am addressing and showing love to both my male and female friends and supporters


Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
Raise your hands up high as a sign of unity and celebration


And if you don't give a shit
If you don't care about anything


Like we don't give a shit
Just like us, who also don't care about anything


Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
Raise your middle fingers up as a sign of defiance or disregard


Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Introducing ourselves, asking who else could match our skills and style


Coming with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
Presenting our gangsta style to the world in 1993


So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
Now that 1994 has come, be prepared for our continued dominance and influence


And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Allow us, Snoop Dogg and Kurupt, to cause chaos and disrupt the status quo


Now can't nobody see me here or there
No one can compete with my skills and presence wherever I go


Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Wherever I arrive, I establish my dominance and leave a lasting impression


'cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
There is nothing available for purchase in my car, indicating my high status


With the beat flossing off gold D's
Rolling in a car with shining gold rims, showing off my wealth


And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
My cousin Snoop is well-equipped with weapons, you understand the implication


And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
The Dogg Pound, our crew, is quick to use firearms against our enemies


In your ass, for getting us all fucked up
We will retaliate aggressively if someone causes harm or disrupts our plans


Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs
There is a demand for rappers like us, who are tough and respected


Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hogs
Although we are expected to be great, some of us are constantly complaining


(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Let's represent our crew by showing off our style and swagger


Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
We will continue to indulge in alcohol and party without any worries


I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
I carry a weapon, and I rap and live my life with confidence and flair


Now how many bitches must get dick?
How many women do I have to sleep with to gain respect?


Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
I want to be recognized as a legendary figure from the past


Ya never ever thought I'd see him busting with Dr. Dre
It is surprising to see me collaborating and making music with Dr. Dre


Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half
I have a strong hold on the microphone and deliver powerful performances


Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass
Women are constantly coming to my place so I can have sexual relations with them


You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a you-turn quick
If you are coming my way, you better turn around immediately


So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a Western flick
I am initiating and taking control of the situation like a Wild West movie


The kinpin of the clique, top notch
I am the leader and most respected member of my group


17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
I have a 17-round Glock gun ready to shoot, intimidating any potential threats


The run of the mill fool get broke off for trying to serve
Anyone who challenges us or tries to act tough will be easily defeated and humiliated


The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest
This is the prime time for Kurupt, witness the fear and brutality as we dominate


I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
I regularly smoke marijuana, it's my daily routine


Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavy
Another person being humiliated and defeated like a small animal


Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
Who else can deliver rough and powerful lyrics like me, I am as skilled as 2Pac


(plus I'm) rolling with two Glocks
In addition to my rapping skills, I am armed with two Glock pistols


Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
My style and skills are too advanced for other rappers to comprehend


Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up
I am causing chaos and destruction, just like the character Pinhead from Hellraiser


Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Calm down and lower your aggression, as if you had broken legs and couldn't move fast


Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
I am not someone to be underestimated or mocked, just like the serious rapper Rakim


Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Rakim is my role model, observe the important and influential flow of my lyrics


Running em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
I am outrunning and defeating my competitors, just like the sprinter Flo Jo, being affiliated with the record label Death Row


Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving it
I am surpassing and defeating average rappers because of my superior skills


They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering
No one can compete with me, I am metaphorically killing and dominating the rap game


(Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah
Smoking marijuana and observing the surroundings through my window, that's what I'm doing


(Niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows)
Others do not comprehend the unique and varied styles we bring


(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
I am authentic and uncut, like never-before-seen footage, and tough like BF Goodrich tires


(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
Challenge me with your entire crew and suffer the consequences of being humiliated and defeated


(Drop to your knees like a dog in heat)
Submit and surrender, just like a dog in heat would do


Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
Pay attention to our violent and aggressive rap styles, as well as our poetic and artistic techniques


Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
I, Rage, am here and prepared for the lyrical breakdown and show


Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down
I am asserting my dominance and showcasing my skills when it comes to rapping


And that's 175 pounds of beed
I am emphasizing my physical presence, weighing 175 pounds and being intimidating


Beating yo' ass down to the concrete
I will physically assault and beat you until you are lying on the ground


Fool, act like ya know
Don't act ignorant or unaware, show some respect


I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
I am affiliated with Death Row Records and feel trapped and restricted, but still determined to succeed


What's a girl to do
As a woman in this male-dominated industry, what can I do to prove myself?


Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you want to do?
I am capable of defeating entire crews, I will take on any challenge that comes my way


Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care
Raise your guns up high, we have no fear and are ready for any confrontation


(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga)
We, as a group, don't care about anything or anyone


About nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch
We only prioritize our crew and making money, everything else is insignificant


(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga)
We, as a group, don't care about anything or anyone


That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my
I can handle any situation and remain tough, because my crew supports and backs me up


(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga)
We, as a group, don't care about anything or anyone


The clique I'm with, don't give a shit, ya know why?
The crew I belong to does not care about anything, do you know the reason?


(Real niggaz don't give a fuck)
True and authentic individuals like us do not care about anything


To all my bitches and my niggas
Addressing and acknowledging my female and male friends and supporters


Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
Raise your hands up high as a sign of unity and celebration


To all my bitches and my niggas
Addressing and acknowledging my female and male friends and supporters


Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
Raise your hands up high as a sign of unity and celebration


To all my bitches and my niggas
Addressing and acknowledging my female and male friends and supporters


And if you don't give a shit
If you don't care about anything


Like we don't give a shit
Just like us, who also don't care about anything


Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
Raise your middle fingers up as a sign of defiance or disregard


So all my niggas and my bitches and my niggas and my bitches
I am addressing and showing love to both my male and female friends and supporters


Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
Raise your hands up high as a sign of unity and celebration


And if you don't give a fuck
If you don't care about anything


Like we don't give a fuck
Just like us, who also don't care about anything


Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
Raise your hands up high as a sign of unity and celebration




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Robin Allen, Cordozar Broadus, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown

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Comments from YouTube:

@nyakadot.esq.2746

Lady of rage killed it 🔥 🔥

@aconater

This shit will always slap!!🔥🔥

@catseyez

When PARENTAL ADVISORY meant something.

@marquesjohnson6359

Daz and kurupt Lethal combo 🔥🔥🔥

@YssMoneyGang

This Was Recorded For The Dogg Food Album… but it was Snoop’s turn

-Kurupt

@adolphogalvan1934

Nothing like these old school jams💯

@michaeldix3329

This when snoop was snoop and the dogg pound was definitely hitting back than. Still much respect to them all.

@GrymeJr

Kurupt rapped like his life depended on it

@rickhunter1317

Because it literally did. If you came soft in the booth at Death Row Suge would have you stomped out right there in the Studio.

@GrymeJr

@Rick Hunter great point🤣

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