The group made their 1992 rap verse debut on Dr. Dre's The Chronic, on various songs. They also appeared on Snoop's classic Doggystyle, and the Death Row soundtracks Murder Was The Case and Above The Rim. Their solo, Dogg Food, was released in 1995. It was another addition to the controversy of rap music due to the sexual and violent lyrics and went on to sell three million albums.
In 1996, they were featured on 2Pac's Death Row Records debut All Eyez On Me. Kurupt and Daz went on to have solo success in 1998. They both eventually left Death Row Records, and Kurupt started Antra Records, while Daz started D.P.G. Recordz. In 2003 a feud arose between them because Kurupt had claimed that Daz betrayed him. Kurupt signed back to Death Row Records in 2004, and his awaited release "Against Tha Grain" has been postponed several times. Daz is still on D.P.G records, with his new 2005 release "Tha Dogg Pound Gangsta LP". Sometime in April 2005 at the West Coast Conference held by Snoop Dogg, Kurupt and Daz reconciled and recorded their new single "Push Back" that same night. There will be two new Dogg Pound albums out this year. The first will be a D.P.G.C. album with Tha Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Soopafly, Warren G, Bad Azz, and Tray Dee.
Change the Game
Tha Dogg Pound Lyrics
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Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and
Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Memph Bleek in the house
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Young Hova in the house Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!
The song "Change The Game" by Tha Dogg Pound Feat. Jay-Z, Beanie Siegal & Memphis Bleak is a track that celebrates and reaffirms the status of Roc-A-Fella Records as a force in hip-hop. The lyrics are a testament to the power of the label's artists, with each rapper taking turns to flex their flow and assert their dominance in the game. The chorus ("Don't change the game for these hoes, who plays the game like we supposed") speaks to the idea that these rappers are true to the art and won't let outside forces influence their style or tactics.
Jay-Z's verses are particularly notable, as he references his success in the industry and asserts his place at the top. He talks about changing his name to "Jay Peso" and his love of Cristal and expensive jewelry. He also references his past as a drug dealer, with lines like "I run wild, gun high, L.A. style" and "Me without a gun dawg, unlikely". Overall, the song is a confident and hard-hitting ode to the power and influence of Roc-A-Fella Records, with each rapper contributing their own unique flavor to the mix.
Line by Line Meaning
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take it easy and clear your thoughts
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You're now hanging out with the gangsters from Rockafella Records
Sigel Sigel in the house
Beanie Sigel is here
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Be prepared to get knocked out by the strong force of Beanie Sigel's attack
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
I'm still around, still rapping, still smoking weed
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I drink Cristal champagne, have six cars, and a flashy wrist
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
Every time you see me, I'm driving a car with 20-inch wheels and spinning rims; don't forget about my fancy car with the hydraulic system that makes the car bounce up and down
Who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
Who is better than us? I'm so great that I'm thinking of changing my name to Jay Peso
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
I'm so excited that I'm throwing my hands up in the air, but you guys aren't hearing me
Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
It's me Beanie Sigel, with a gun; who else would it be? I wear Roc-a-wear clothes, bandanas, and white t-shirts
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Don't let these women change our way of doing things; we should stick to our original style
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Regardless of the situation, whether it's a tough neighborhood or a club, I am always confident and prepared
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
Let's light up and smoke weed, so the room is filled with smoke
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I wear more jewelry than anyone else at award shows; I have more chains than rings, and people won't mess with me
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
I carry a .44 Magnum gun during the day; I'm unpredictable and will shoot you without hesitation. By the way, it's me, Jay-Z speaking.
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
This is not a comeback, I am still relevant in rap; I have already sold five million records and I am coming back to sell even more
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!
Repeat after me, I have only one rule: I will not lose
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: DELMAR DREW ARNAUD, RICARDO BROWN, SHAWN CARTER, GEORGE S CLINTON, WILLIAM BOOTSY COLLINS, DWIGHT GRANT, RICARDO THOMAS, BERNARD WORRELL
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