They ended up leaving Bad Boy over financial disputes with record boss P. Diddy and were snapped up by the DMX-led Ruff Ryders. At that time they released We Are The Streets with the stand-out singles "Wild Out" and "Ryde or Die, Bitch". They expanded their group with the inclusion of new member, Jae Hood, and are now known as D-Block.
For a time, Diddy owned their publishing. They reinstated their beef with him even after performing together at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert; recently, however, Jadakiss and Styles P. appeared on popular NY radio station Hot 97.1 to plead for their publishing rights, a request which was granted.
As individual artists, each member of D-Block has released at least one album. Jadakiss released Kiss The Game Goodbye and Kiss of Death, Sheek Louch, Walk Witt Me and After Taxes, and Styles P., A Gangster and a Gentleman and Time Is Money. Jadakiss, one of the self proclaimed "top five dead or alive", has been the most commercially successful with singles "Knock Yourself Out", "We Gonna Make It", "Put Ya Hands Up", and "Why?"; Styles P. has released "Good Times (I Get High)", "Can you Believe It" featuring Akon, and "My Life" and Sheek Louch "Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)" and "Kiss Your Ass Goodbye".
In 2002-2003, Jadakiss and later the rest of The Lox were embroiled in a beef with Roc-a-Fella Records artist Beanie Sigel and the label head, Jay-Z. Today all parties have made peace.
Currently, they have dramatically increased their exposure and popularity and are frequently featured on mixtapes. They are now beefing with G-Unit after 50 Cent dissed Jadakiss for appearing on 50's nemesis, Ja Rule, single, "New York". The feud has grown to encompass both groups. Jadakiss responded to 50's "Piggy Bank" with "Checkmate". 50 came back with "I Run New York" and a video for "Piggybank", which dissed Jadakiss, Nas, Kelis, Fat Joe, *The Game (rapper). Styles and Jada released "Problem Child" directly aimed at 50 Cent. "Kiss Your Ass Goodbye" was released by Sheek Louch and featured Fabolous, Beanie Sigel, The Game and Jadakiss. Lloyd Banks has announced on his upcoming album "Rotton Apple" there will be a diss track aimed at Fat Joe and D-Block named "Death Wish". More recently, D Block went all out on G Unit with the song "Shots Fired," a song whose chorus recommends murdering 50 Cent and G Unit.
F*** You
The Lox Lyrics
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Feel this
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they coming
Then I heat they ass up
Cuz' them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggas
I'm coming through visiting
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on the hip if I ain't give you a code
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes
Fuck y'all
All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and borrow
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissin me off
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the D
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trade felon for death
They touch you, only thing I can say is fuck you
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a M*A*S*H on niggas like Klinger and Horgi
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post
Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
The verses and chorus of The Lox's song "Fuck You" are loaded with profanity, but also exhibit the group's rage and determination. The song's repeating chorus line is "If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you," which is a defiant response to those who doubted their ability to succeed. They go on to call out fake friends and enemies who are snakes waiting to take them down.
The verses paint a bleak picture of their upbringing in Yonkers, New York, and the constant threat of violence and betrayal lurking around every corner. They confront their detractors head-on with threats of violence and a blunt assertion of their skills and success. The lyrics brim with visceral language and imagery, making it clear that they are weary of being underestimated and disrespected.
The song was released in 1998 on The Lox's debut album, Money, Power & Respect. Despite being labeled as an explicit rap song, it received some airplay on urban radio stations and was praised for its raw honesty and aggressive energy. The song was also notable for featuring a sample of the iconic "Funky President" drum break by James Brown.
Interestingly, the song's music video was initially banned from MTV because of its explicit content, but it later gained recognition and was nominated for Best Rap Video at the 1999 MTV Video Music Awards. The song has also been covered and sampled by other artists in various genres.
Line by Line Meaning
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
If you didn't believe in us, we reject you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
If you have negativity in your words, we reject you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
If you doubted our success, we reject you
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
Only loyalty to my closest friends is important, we reject anyone who disrespects us
Yo, everybody's a snake
Not everyone can be trusted
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
That's why I try to be alert and aware of those around me
So I can see 'em when they coming
So I can be ready to defend myself when they come for me
Then I heat they ass up
Then I retaliate against them
Cuz' them niggas that you went to school with
The people you grew up with can turn on you
Will catch you while you in your new whip
They will harm you while you're in your car
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
And kill you in a brutal way
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
We will shoot you and cause you physical harm
All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
We think about taking revenge against those who have wronged us
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
Those who have wronged us will face repercussions from a higher power
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
We would rather die than let our enemies win
Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissin me off
Don't act tough if you're not, or else we will be angry
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
We associate with women who are involved in drug dealing
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
We carry guns and drugs with us
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
We are real and authentic, and if you want to act tough, go ahead
You pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
You are not loyal enough to risk your life for your closest friends
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
We are successful and have never been this rich before
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post
We desire the best things in life, like an expensive Rolex watch
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
We don't care about anyone who is sad at our funeral, they are not important to us
Contributed by Kaitlyn M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Pride317
Lyrics
[Intro]
Shit
Feel this
[Chorus]
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yo, everybody's a snake
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they coming
Then I heat they ass up
Cause them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggas
I'm coming through visiting
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll enter your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on the hip if I ain't give you a code
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes
Fuck y'all
[Verse 2: Styles P]
All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and borrow
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But I'm a still happen to be, packing the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrapping the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clapping the D
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trade felon for death
They touch you, only thing I can say is fuck you
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a M.A.S.H. on niggas like Klinger and Horgi
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my pulse
Fuck a presie, gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what
[Chorus]
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
@brady830
Yo, yo, everybody's a snake (uh, uh-huh, yeah)
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they comin' then I heat they ass up
'Cause' them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you runnin' 'round gettin' ass with (uh, yeah)
Ain't gon' help you do nothin' but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was runnin' round pumpin' for niggas, I was listenin'
You still pumpin' for niggas, I'm comin' through visitin'
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex '
Then hopped out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me dolo, icin' the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll enter your house, back of your cribs, smackin' your kids
Bullets goin' through your leather, crackin' your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a code
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Now I'm gettin' bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets
Fuck y'all
@zhivagojohnson7434
When LOX started the versus wit this track, memories brought a real live tear to my face! These young folks don't know how thorough OUR generation is 💪🏾 80's baby
@jonaveul
I was born in 94 and the 90s and early 2000s is the era I identify with, fuck all the new mumble rap scene.
@timboslice513
86 baby.... this took me back to the lunch table at high school 🏫
@MrOMar1144
That verzuz spoke to a whole generation, it was like seeing a friend for the first time in a long time almost brought me to tears too, miss that real hip hop!
@General_Klytus
Born in 75 This Era Was Platinum! Lox was Playing Dirty Dropping this Shit first!
@zhivagojohnson7434
@LEADER ain't no playing dirty when your catalog is 🔥 FIRE! Like Jada said, you ain't from Harlem no more you live in Florida 😂😂😂
@ahmedd320
They don't make rap like this anymore. Pure rawness 🔥🔥🔥
@tarshsmcclendon1009
Te redd
@southwestkinema9149
As Prodigy once said. "That violent nigga rap shit"
@hargaisaowen7131
It's been 20 years ago today that this album dropped, and I still say Sheek murdered this track