Dumpin' Em in Ditches
Spice 1 Lyrics


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Ratta to the motherfuckin' tat is how I stomp this
Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
I do a 1-8-7 with this motherfuckin' glock
Shot you in the body
Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party, nigga
Crazy as fuck, I thought you knew me
Quick to put the bullets up in the motherfuckin' Uzi, bitch
A OG nigga, so I gotta G-O and creep slow
And get this nigga while he's steppin out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherfuckin' gat sang
A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock
Got my shit on cock 'cause my slang don't stop
In the darkness I ain't the nigga who's slippin'
I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
And watch these niggas scream like bitches
I break 'em off somethin' proper
And dump they ass in ditches

[Chorus]
1-8-7, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin' bitches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches

Engrave my name on the motherfuckin' hollow tip
A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic
Thirteen for the birdy, fuckin' him in the game
When I get my hands dirty, nigga
You want to squab with the nina
Comin' up, want to gat you with this trigger happy finger, bitch
Still whoopin a nigga ass with some St. Ide's
Jealous niggas be wantin' to gat me because they can't rise
I sell my shit wherever I want to sell my shit
I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little bitch
Cause a nigga ain't soft
I fuck around and break every nigga in your hood off
Somethin' proper 'cause I can't be caught slippin'
Seven in the mornin cookin keys in my kitchen
Here comes the pig bangin on my door
Screamin' some shit about that 5.0
They must of seen me kill that man and run off in a hurry
Left the cola and the gats and the money 'cause a nigga done

[Chorus]

187 erupt, another motherfuckin' walk by in your hood
I broke a gat in his ass because it's all good
And now the boys in blue want to come after
The motherfuckin' East Bay gangster murder master!
I'ma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin' me around
Fuckin' off my indo high
Pigs don't notice shit, 1-87 is the nigga you're fuckin' with
When I was young I used to get my gun
Fuck with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I'm fucked till I crank it
Then I'm one hundred and eighty seven thousand G
With a warrant on head, layin' d-e-a-d
My chrome gat shined like a sword

One motherfucker sent off to the morgue

[Chorus]

Yeah nigga, straight motherfuckin' G's in nine-tre
My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherfuckin' Extra Large
187 Fac dumpin motherfuckers in ditches in nine-tre
You know what I'm sayin'?




E-A-SKI, CM motherfuckin' T, you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas straight doin it, gangsta shit

Overall Meaning

The song "Dumpin' Em in Ditches" by Spice 1 is a raw and violent depiction of gangster life in which the rapper boasts about his street cred and willingness to use lethal force. In the first verse, Spice 1 declares his allegiance to the gangster lifestyle, comparing himself to Tupac Shakur, who was famously involved in violent conflicts. He goes on to describe how he uses a Glock pistol to shoot and kill people, even breaking off the gun in someone's body. Spice 1 then raps about being a "OG nigga" who creeps slowly to kill someone who is getting out of their car, shooting them with a Uzi, and letting his "gat sang." He describes carrying a loaded gun ("my shit on cock") and how he inserts a clip into the gun and "slam dunk[s] it like Scottie Pippen." Spice 1 boasts about "break[ing] them off somethin' proper" and "dump[ing] their ass in ditches," suggesting that he buries his victims after killing them.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "1-8-7, dump the niggas up in ditches," which refers to the section of the California Penal Code that defines murder. Spice 1 brags about having a "fat nina" (referring to a large-caliber pistol) for "player hatin' bitches." He engraves his name on the bullets and refers to himself as a "killer, lunatic." He raps about getting his hands dirty and wanting to fight with a "trigger happy finger." He describes beating people up with St. Ides malt liquor bottles and suggests that jealous people want to kill him because he is successful. Spice 1 implies that he sells drugs and carries guns to protect himself. He mentions cooking cocaine in his kitchen and being interrupted by the police, whom he refers to as "pigs."


Line by Line Meaning

Ratta to the motherfuckin' tat is how I stomp this
I walk firmly and confidently with my gun and I am ready for any situation.


Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
I have respect for those who are struggling in poverty and hardship.


Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
Like 2Pac, I am an outlaw who operates outside the law and refuses to conform.


I do a 1-8-7 with this motherfuckin' glock
I am willing to commit murder with a gun, as reflected by the police code 187 for homicide.


Shot you in the body
I shot you in the torso region.


Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party, nigga
I had to hit the person with the butt of the gun at a social gathering.


Crazy as fuck, I thought you knew me
I have a reputation for being unpredictable and violent.


Quick to put the bullets up in the motherfuckin' Uzi, bitch
I am fast to load and fire my automatic weapon.


A OG nigga, so I gotta G-O and creep slow
I am old-school and experienced, so I need to act smart and move slowly.


And get this nigga while he's steppin out his car door
I am waiting for my target to exit his car to ambush him.


Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
I shoot my gun without hesitation, with confidence and aggression.


And let this motherfuckin' gat sang
I let my gun talk and make noise.


A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock
I have a gun covered in blood and drugs in my pocket.


Got my shit on cock 'cause my slang don't stop
I am ready to use my gun at any time because I am always prepared.


In the darkness I ain't the nigga who's slippin'
Even in low-light conditions, I am still alert and capable.


I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
I load the ammunition into my gun with ease, like a basketball player scoring a point.


And watch these niggas scream like bitches
I take pleasure in my victims' fear and pain.


I break 'em off somethin' proper
I inflict severe harm and damage on my enemies.


And dump they ass in ditches
I dispose of their bodies in shallow graves.


[Chorus]
Refrain


Engrave my name on the motherfuckin' hollow tip
I carve my name onto the bullets I use.


A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic
My signature on my bullets indicates that I am a dangerous and insane killer.


Thirteen for the birdy, fuckin' him in the game
I charge $1300 for a kilogram of cocaine and I dominate the drug market.


When I get my hands dirty, nigga
I am not afraid to engage in criminal activity myself.


You want to squab with the nina
You want to fight me with a gun.


Comin' up, want to gat you with this trigger happy finger, bitch
I am ready to shoot at anyone who tries to threaten me.


Still whoopin a nigga ass with some St. Ide's
I am still strong and violent even while drunk on St. Ides malt liquor.


Jealous niggas be wantin' to gat me because they can't rise
People envy me and want to kill me because they are not successful.


I sell my shit wherever I want to sell my shit
I am a drug dealer and I operate where I please.


I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little bitch
I bury my victims in shallow graves where they will forever lie.


Cause a nigga ain't soft
I am tough and resistant to weakness.


I fuck around and break every nigga in your hood off
I am capable of taking on and defeating every opponent in your neighborhood.


Somethin' proper 'cause I can't be caught slippin'
I always remain vigilant and sharp because I do not want to be caught off-guard.


Seven in the mornin cookin keys in my kitchen
I am cooking cocaine in the early morning.


Here comes the pig bangin on my door
The police are knocking on my door.


Screamin' some shit about that 5.0
The cops are talking about their police car (which usually have a 5.0 liter engine).


They must of seen me kill that man and run off in a hurry
The police suspect me of committing a murder and fleeing the scene.


Left the cola and the gats and the money 'cause a nigga done
I had to flee without my drugs, guns, and cash because I was in trouble with the law.


187 erupt, another motherfuckin' walk by in your hood
A murder has occurred in your neighborhood.


I broke a gat in his ass because it's all good
I shot and killed a person and I did it without any thought or remorse.


And now the boys in blue want to come after
The cops are now looking to apprehend me.


The motherfuckin' East Bay gangster murder master!
I am a notorious gangster and a skilled murderer from the East Bay.


I'ma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin' me around
I will eliminate the cop who is tracking me down.


Fuckin' off my indo high
I am smoking marijuana and not worried about the consequences.


Pigs don't notice shit, 1-87 is the nigga you're fuckin' with
The cops are incompetent and I am not worried about them because I am a killer.


When I was young I used to get my gun
I have been carrying and using guns since I was young.


Fuck with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
I enjoy shooting at rival gang members from the G.T.A.


Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I hide from the cops while I am escaping in a car belonging to the G.T.A.


I'm fucked till I crank it
I will not be able to escape unless the car engine starts smoothly.


Then I'm one hundred and eighty seven thousand G
I am a true gangster and I operate with extreme brutality.


With a warrant on head, layin' d-e-a-d
There is a warrant for my arrest and I might be killed.


My chrome gat shined like a sword
I have a shiny and lethal gun.


One motherfucker sent off to the morgue
I killed another person and they are now dead.


[Chorus]
Refrain


Yeah nigga, straight motherfuckin' G's in nine-tre
I am an authentic and hardcore gangster in the early 90s.


My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherfuckin' Extra Large
I have reliable and skilled comrades and a talented DJ as well.


187 Fac dumpin motherfuckers in ditches in nine-tre
My gang, 187 Fac, is responsible for killing and disposing of enemies in nine-tre (Fall 1993).


You know what I'm sayin'?
Do you understand what I mean?


E-A-SKI, CM motherfuckin' T, you know what I'm sayin'?
E-A-SKI and CM T are also present and associated with me, do you understand?


Niggas straight doin it, gangsta shit
We are doing real and authentic gangsta activities.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MARK OGLETON, ROBERT LEE JR. GREEN, SHON L. ADAMS

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@armandoreyna6400

Spice 1 was just a little too hard for regular radio play . To me the best rapper ever.

@bryanlawrence3226

Maybe not the best ever but one of the dopest!!! Give the title to RAKIM.

@mrmr-qx4jq

Spice 1 was my favorite rapper too

@Dr2Be2015

Yup. He was my favorite in the 90s. At 50 years old today, he is still my favorite. Hands down.

@antoniomitchell1883

@mr mr not better than PAC

@antoniomitchell1883

@Daryl O'Neal you slippin on PAC

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@boxsurf

This whole album is still the shit in 2022

@seankatlegokhumalo8034

One of the hardest West Coast rappers I've listened to in my life.

@mdubb9621

I'm 41...and u ain't NEVER LIED!!!

@Light-yg1ww

Yesssss Love him😍💋👌..

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