With his aunt Chivon Dean, and uncles Dee, and Waah Dean involved with the Ruff Ryders label, he began to produce tracks at the age of 16. He sold his first beat at 17 which became DMX's hit single Ruff Ryders Anthem. He started working with Ruff Ryders, Roc-A-Fella Records, Elektra Records, Epic Records, Def Jam Recordings, and Bad Boy Entertainment and his career blew up from there. But it wasn't until his first solo album, 2002's Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories, that he started to get notices for his production style and interesting ideas. He released two singles "Guilty" and "Bigger Business" and both had music videos.[
Swizz Beatz has his own record label called Full Surface which was helped developed by Cassidy and is currently working on albums by Cassidy, Jay-Z, 2 Much, 50 Cent, Drag-On, Papoose, Busta Rhymes, Ruff Ryders, Michael Jackson, Eve, T.I., Lil Wayne, Bow Wow, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Eminem, Lil Jon and Ludacris. He is also set to be recording the new album for his close friend DMX which is confirmed to be titled Walk with Me Now and You'll Fly with Me Later. It was also confirmed he will be working with Jennifer Lopez for the first time on her new album.
Swizz Beatz released his first proper solo album titled One Man Band Man on August 21, 2007, selling 45,000 records in its first week of release including songs such as "It's Me Bitches", "Money in the Bank".
On October 19, 2007, as an extension to his first solo project, Swizz Beatz launched a contest called Music Video 2.0 and The Source Magazine Presents "Share the Studio." The contest and allows unsigned/indie music artists the opportunity to compete on the Music Video 2.0 website for the chance to open for Swizz Beatz at a NYC event.
Swizz Beatz also did an interview with MTV about his next album stating he just leaked a record called "Hard Knocks" with Drag-On. It's the first offering from Beatz's upcoming follow-up to One Man Band Man.
“ Everybody is expecting 'It's Me Bitches' or 'Money in the Bank', I just want to use my opportunity to get a little more serious in the artist department, as a performer and lyricist. Not giving a f--- about radio and all that. I just want to give hip-hop something that's not on the radio. A lot of the songs I got can blend in on the radio, but 'School of Hard Knocks' don't blend in with nothing on the radio. I'm already in full mode. What they want me to do? Let's get it. I'm busting shots early — bong, bong!
The title is between Life After the Party and Remember Hip-Hop," he continued. "I'm in between them. I don't even have a date on my joint. I'm just feeling out the scene.
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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
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
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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