Hustler's
The Game Lyrics


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Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can vision
Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leaving

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders

He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

1995, eleven years from the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king then so I waited my turn
Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin' with niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
Comb the earth 'til there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to death

He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

Yo, the Jordans sportin'
Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
You're sideways talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct tape hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
That's my name and I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm busting
See that's malarky you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, from bagging grams and running from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we ridin'
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers




Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we ridin'

Overall Meaning

The Game's "Hustler's" is a song that features a guest appearance from Nas and was released on his album "Doctor's Advocate." The song has a few layers to it, and it pays homage to Dre and Nas' respective origins while also highlighting The Game's breakout in the music industry. The lyrics speak of making it out of the streets and into the limelight but also remain grounded and remember their beginnings.


The opening lines of the song set the tone of paying respect to both Compton and Queensbridge, which is where Compton-Compton OG and QB-QB true G come from, respectively. It also mentions the fact that Nas was the first New York rapper to collaborate with Dre. The song then goes on to describe how The Game would have been signed to Aftermath Records if he had not opted-out of the contract. Despite that, Game and Dre meet regularly to create small pieces of musical magic. The lyrics also mention how he loves to watch beautiful women with grey eyes and discusses how he envisions his future through images he creates in his mind with no regrets.


The chorus repeats "Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders, make that cake, cop two five fivers, pimps, and players, platinum diamonds, East to West Coast we riders." This description perfectly covers the lifestyle of The Game and Nas, their upbringing and the people they know in the music industry. The song also references other works, such as Nas' "Illmatic" and Dr. Dre's album "The Chronic" from 1992, which The Game purchased with only $20 from his pocket, leaving him with no money to eat. However, he still took home both albums and memorized every song. The final verse of the song talks about Nas's and The Game's experiences with law enforcement, how they overcame these incidents, and how they have arrived at their current positions.


Line by Line Meaning

Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Dre is an original gangster from Compton, California.


Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Nas is a true gangster from Queensbridge, New York.


Do the history
Look back at our history to understand where we come from.


Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Before The Firm, a hip-hop group, existed, in the past.


Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
Nas was the first rapper from New York to collaborate with Dre from Compton.


So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
I have a track to remind you of our collaboration.


The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
I could have been part of the Aftermath record label, but I didn't sign with them.


But we still get together like every several years
We still collaborate from time to time.


To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
To share some great music with you.


Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
We relax and drink expensive champagne in Rio, Brazil, while others are foolish.


Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
We keep a low profile even though we know gangsters, but we still carry designer luggage.


I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
I enjoy Cape Cod and watching attractive women with grey eyes.


Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I wrestle in a tub of KY jelly to start my day.


I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can vision
I like to celebrate because I have a vision for my life and I'm working towards it.


Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
I have a collection of images from my life, good and bad, without any regret or hate.


So every breath I take, is all about the rules
Every decision I make is aligned with my principles.


It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
It's hard for you to keep up and succeed like you're in high altitude.


So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Let's drink Patron, it's on us, and The God, Nas, is back.


Hard body, Mr. Jones never leaving
I am strong and committed, Mr. Jones will never leave.


Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
People who make money through illegal means, drive drop-top cars.


Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Make a lot of money and buy expensive cars worth $25,500.


Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
People who control women and those who play the game of life, wear platinum diamond jewelry.


East to West Coast we riders
We travel from the East to West Coast in style on our cars.


1995, eleven years from the day
In 1995, eleven years after a significant event.


I'm in the record shop with choices to make
I'm in a music store, contemplating what to buy.


"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
The album "Illmatic" is on the top shelf, and "The Chronic" is on the left for my friend.


Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
I want to buy both but only have a twenty-dollar bill.


So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
I decided to steal both albums and spent the twenty dollars on marijuana.


Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
I opened the package of "Illmatic" and played it immediately.


For my niggas it was too complex when Nas rhymed
My friends found Nas' lyrics too advanced.


I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
I was the only person from Compton to understand Nas' music.


Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
I was inside a house where illegal drugs were sold and listening to The Firm.


Dre was king then so I waited my turn
Dre was successful at the time, so I waited for my chance to shine.


Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Now, I'm successful and making my competition look bad.


Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned
I destroyed my competition's careers, then reached out to Nas, who learned a lesson.


So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
I made amends with Nas like he did with Jay-Z.


I stopped beefin' with niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
I stopped having conflicts with people because I can lyrically destroy them, like in the song "Ether."


Comb the earth 'til there's no one left
I will continue to work hard and achieve my goals until there's nobody left.


"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to death
In the song "If I Ruled the World," I say that if I had power, I would eliminate all weak rappers.


Yo, the Jordans sportin'
Wearing Jordan sneakers.


Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
Winning a lot of money from gambling, but putting yourself in danger.


The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
I have a musket hidden and will use it if you threaten me.


You're sideways talking, so I lay often
You're speaking insincerely, so I'm often lying down (relaxing).


I wait patient, to duct tape hatin'
I wait patiently to tie up and punish those who hate.


Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
Terrible people deserve punishment.


Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
I'm plucking the ashes off Cuban cigars, and you're messing with Nas.


That's my name and I came with Rugers this time
My name is Nas, and I came armed with guns this time.


And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
If I'm sane, the movie "Soul Plane" is entertaining.


Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
I have a tattoo of my mother's name on my arm as tribute to her.


You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
You cannot move or harm me in any way.


Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm busting
Try to steal from me or avoid the bullets I'm firing.


See that's malarky you yappin'
What you're saying is nonsense.


I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clapping
I set up my weapon (tripod and gatling), and start shooting.


Nasty man, from bagging grams and running from cops
I was once a drug dealer and tried to avoid the police.


To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc
Now I have a million dollars worth of jewelry, and I'm working with Dr. Dre.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: NASIR JONES, MICHAEL A. ELIZONDO JR., ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, MARSHA AMBROSIUS, MARVIN PAUL AMBROSIUS

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