Salute Me
Swizz Beatz Lyrics


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Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general

Yo Esco's illin', Swizz Beatz illin'
What more can we say' Stop grillin'
'Fore you get hit up, shot up good
We'll murk you in your hood

I'm El Patreno, Nas the God, you lose your life
Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shootin' dice
Break my cipha, I'll make it at you, slice you
Knife you, stab you, shank you, splat ya

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassin' the fellows
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from Nas to The Esco, back to nasty
Clappin' that black heat
None of y'all are matchin' my level, I'm the general

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general

Nowadays, I'm on some mack shit
But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks
The nigga that would soil in your jacks
Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs
Coke so bright, it shine like white gold

And the hoes like Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the Rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet

Don't front for me, you kids is not ballin'
If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan'
Ties swollen for no man with bold plans
Sick of this rap shit, why' Listen to 'Slow Jams'

I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip
Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss the fifth
Dogs, you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle
Saying I'm peepin', I'ma bring you a muzzle
Get the point, general

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general

It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishin'
Ayo, listen, I'm the general like Tso Shim Shin
I'm so sick, you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who the truth' Me, who quick to shoot' Me
My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee

See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be
Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook a quarter to the oil

I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
Fuck a vest, put a bulletproof hat on your head

When I'm clappin' the lead, I'll murder a nigga
And if he say he not the feds, then I'm servin' the nigga
I'm thirsty for the change, playin' games ain't a issue now
A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now

I got that coke and that haze on my gristle now
We goin' to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
They throwin' missiles 'round, you still tryin' to get a nine'
Uh, it's the last days, end of time

The terrorists jackin' planes, sendin' bombs to the Pentagon
They off the hook like intercoms
We just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a mil' when it's dinnertime

You still spendin' time focusin' on dumb shit
On the block smokin' but you broken on some bum shit




What the hell' You might as well put a suit and tie on
Jump in a casket and get ya die on

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Salute Me" by Swizz Beatz speak of the titular artist's pride in himself and his position as a "general" in the music industry. The chorus repeats the phrase "niggas salute me, bitches salute me," asserting Swizz Beatz's dominance and commanding respect from all those who cross his path. Nas also makes an appearance, boasting of his prowess as a rapper and detailing his ability to take a life with ease. Cassidy completes the trifecta of performers featured on the track, delivering dense and intricate rhymes full of braggadocio and violent imagery. The song seems to be a statement of power from these three established artists, each asserting their own dominance in the music industry and demanding the respect of all those who would challenge them.


The lyrics of "Salute Me" can be read as a statement of power and dominance from three of the most respected artists in the rap game. Swizz Beatz, Nas, and Cassidy all deliver powerful verses full of vivid imagery and aggressive braggadocio. Each artist seems to be asserting their own dominance and commanding respect from all those who would challenge them. This song is a statement of power and a warning to any would-be rivals that these artists are not to be trifled with.


Line by Line Meaning

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
Everyone respects me, including men and women


The block salute me, the hood salute me
Even my entire neighborhood respects me


You should salute me, they should salute me
Everyone should bow down to me


So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general
I'm the boss, and nobody can challenge me


Yo Esco's illin', Swizz Beatz illin'
Nas and Swizz Beatz are both doing well


What more can we say' Stop grillin'
We're at the top of our game, stop asking questions


'Fore you get hit up, shot up good
Don't mess with me or you'll be in trouble


We'll murk you in your hood
We'll take care of you in your own neighborhood


I'm El Patreno, Nas the God, you lose your life
I'm the boss, and Nas is a legendary rapper


Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shootin' dice
I'm always gambling, whether on the street or in clubs


Break my cipha, I'll make it at you, slice you
If you mess with me, I'll come after you and harm you


Knife you, stab you, shank you, splat ya
I'll resort to any means necessary to hurt you


Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassin' the fellows
Other rappers are envious and boosting each other up


Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Other rappers pretend to be tough, but they've never had a hard life


Went from Nas to The Esco, back to nasty
I've changed my name and style over the years


Clappin' that black heat
Firing my gun


None of y'all are matchin' my level, I'm the general
Nobody can compete with me, I'm in charge


Nowadays, I'm on some mack shit
Lately, I've been focusing on women and money


But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks
In the past, I was loyal to drug dealing


The nigga that would soil in your jacks
I was involved in dirty business


Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs
I was dealing large amounts of drugs


Coke so bright, it shine like white gold
The quality of my cocaine was top-notch


And the hoes like Joe way before this rap shit
Women were attracted to me even before I became famous


Before the Versace floors and the Rolls to match it
Before I got rich and started living a luxurious lifestyle


Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
I'm ruthless and even sell women for a low price


Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet
I treat women poorly and make them work in terrible conditions


Don't front for me, you kids is not ballin'
Don't try to lie to me, you're not rich


If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan'
If you were really rich, your woman wouldn't be interested in me


Ties swollen for no man with bold plans
I'm focused on succeeding and don't care about anyone else


Sick of this rap shit, why' Listen to 'Slow Jams'
I'm tired of the rap industry and prefer listening to slower music


I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip
I'm a mature adult and well known in my community


Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss the fifth
People compare me to a legendary gangster because of my power


Dogs, you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle
You're weak, and I'm here to silence you


Saying I'm peepin', I'ma bring you a muzzle
If you accuse me of watching you, I'll shut you up


Get the point, general
Understand that I'm in charge


It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishin'
I'm Cassidy, and I'm always on top like a boat rocking in the water


Ayo, listen, I'm the general like Tso Shim Shin
I'm the boss just like a famous general


I'm so sick, you can tell by the expression on my face
I'm incredibly talented, and my face shows it


That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
I'll beat you so badly that it'll be painful


The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
I carry a gun and am not afraid to use it


'Cause if it's beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
If there's a problem, I'll be aggressive and take control


Pause, now who the truth' Me, who quick to shoot' Me
I'm the real deal and won't hesitate to use my gun


My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee
My gun is powerful and packs a punch


See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be
I'm a real gangster and extremely talented


Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
I'm raw and unstoppable, and everyone respects me


You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
If you mess with me, I'll have you taken care of


I'll let the water boil, cook a quarter to the oil
I'm involved in drug dealing and making money


I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
I only deal with trusted individuals since others may snitch


Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
People often confess and betray others in jail


I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
I won't go back to jail, and you're the one who snitched


Fuck a vest, put a bulletproof hat on your head
A bulletproof vest isn't enough, you need to protect your head


When I'm clappin' the lead, I'll murder a nigga
When I'm firing my gun, I'm willing to kill


And if he say he not the feds, then I'm servin' the nigga
If you're not cooperating with the authorities, I'll take care of you myself


I'm thirsty for the change, playin' games ain't a issue now
I'm focused on making money and don't have time for nonsense


A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now
You need to be careful, as diseases are easily spread


I got that coke and that haze on my gristle now
I'm involved in the drug trade and have lots of drugs on me


We goin' to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
We're going to fight, and you'll need more than just a gun


They throwin' missiles 'round, you still tryin' to get a nine'
There are major problems in the world, and you're focused on something small


Uh, it's the last days, end of time
Things are getting worse, and we're approaching the end of the world


The terrorists jackin' planes, sendin' bombs to the Pentagon
Terrorists are attacking the US and causing destruction


They off the hook like intercoms
The situation is out of control


We just had a bad wintertime
Times are tough and getting worse


So you know they gonna start to rob
Desperate people will start to commit crimes


And steal for a mil' when it's dinnertime
People will resort to stealing in order to survive


You still spendin' time focusin' on dumb shit
You're wasting your time on meaningless things


On the block smokin' but you broken on some bum shit
You're trying to look cool by smoking, but you're actually poor


What the hell' You might as well put a suit and tie on
You might as well dress up and pretend to be successful


Jump in a casket and get ya die on
You're headed for death, so you might as well accept it




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: KASSEEM DEAN, NASIR JONES

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