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.
Fuck You
The Lox Lyrics
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Uh, feel it
Uh-huh, y'all gon' feel this
(Check this shit out)
Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh
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 (uh)
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
All I do is get high, and think of fadin' 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 kissin' 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'ma still happen to be, packin' the three
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin' the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin' the D
Shoot in the breeze, nine in the boot, full of trees
One in the mornin', catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you want to (uh, uh)
Lie on the stand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man (at all)
As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about gettin' shot, lettin' the drip dry?
Lettin' the spit fly, seein' sparks whiz by
Puttin' the M.A.S.H. on niggas like Klinger and Hawk Eye
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" (uh)
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fuckin' 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
Bakin' 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 three-eighty that y'all share
Between the ten of y'all with the same eight bullets from last year
When I bust I use snubs, then I'm fleein' the spot
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, Rollie only work when it's next to my post
Fuck a Presi' 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 feelin' 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
In "Fuck You," The Lox, alongside Eminem, reflects on their success in the music industry despite being doubted by their peers. They address the haters who said they wouldn't make it and those who talk behind their backs with a heart full of hatred. The song is a statement of defiance, and the rappers proclaim that they will continue to make music even in the face of adversity. The Lox is aware of the snake-like behavior amongst people, suggesting that they are cutting the grass to see their haters approaching, so they can administer revenge. The tone of the song is aggressive, with a no-holds-barred approach in the lyrics.
The lyrics project a kind of bravado that is present in hip-hop culture, with the artists projecting their dominance over their rivals. The Lox's aggressive stance and Eminem's precise rhyming makes this track a classic for fans of gangster rap. The song centers around three rap verses from the group members, each taking turns to express their disdain for the opposition. Eminem later refers to this song on his 2017 album Revival on the track "Remind Me."
Line by Line Meaning
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
If you doubted our success and wanted us to fail, we have no regard for you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
Those who speak with malicious intent and resentment, we have no respect for you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
If you dismissed our ability to achieve wealth and success, we have no consideration for you
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
The loyalty and trust between me and my close associates is paramount, anyone else is unworthy of respect
Yo, yo, everybody's a snake
In this world, everyone has the potential to betray your trust
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
To avoid hidden dangers, I am cautious and aware of those around me
So I can see 'em when they comin' then I heat they ass up
By staying vigilant, I can identify those who wish harm upon me and retaliate accordingly
'Cause' them niggas that you went to school with
Even the people you grew up with and trusted can turn against you
Will catch you while you in your new whip
They will strike when you least expect it, even in moments of prosperity
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
They will inflict violence upon you, leading to your demise
Niggas that you runnin' 'round gettin' ass with
The individuals you associate with and protect will not come to your aid in times of trouble
Ain't gon' help you do nothin' but carry your casket
Their only contribution will be to carry your coffin as pallbearers
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
They have the audacity to question why I indulge in substance abuse
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
They wonder how I possess such knowledge and experience despite my young age
While you was runnin' round pumpin' for niggas, I was listenin'
While they were engaging in futile activities for others, I was actively learning and absorbing knowledge
You still pumpin' for niggas, I'm comin' through visitin'
They continue to be subservient and loyal to others, while I have risen above and surpassed them
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex'
You heard that L-O-X arrived in a yellow Lexus
Then hopped out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
We stepped out of the car wearing Air Force One sneakers with yellow Nike logos
And you liable to see me dolo, icin' the Rolo
You might catch me alone, flaunting my expensive diamond watch
Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos
I conceal a firearm under my Polo shirt, many of you are cowards
Funny style niggas never down with me
Individuals with suspicious and untrustworthy behavior are not accepted in my circle
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
Men who lack masculinity and courage, resorting to feminine actions
I'll enter your house, back of your cribs, smackin' your kids
I will invade your home, physically harm your children, and instill fear in your family
Bullets goin' through your leather, crackin' your ribs
Bullets will penetrate your body, damaging the protective clothing you wear and breaking your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a code
Don't contact me using a pager if I haven't provided you with a secret communication code
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
I don't have a fixed telephone line, as I am constantly traveling
Now I'm gettin' bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Now I am receiving larger sums of money and participating in important business discussions with high-ranking executives
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets
I now wear larger and more expensive bracelets adorned with valuable gemstones
All I do is get high, and think of fadin' you all
I spend my time getting intoxicated and contemplating the demise of all my enemies
Motherfuckers, hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
My adversaries should kneel and pray to their higher power as their fate is sealed
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
I am unafraid of death and would prefer to die in the present rather than face another day
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and borrow
I would rather pass away than witness the continuous thieving and leeching behavior of my adversaries
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
If you challenge me, you may end up deceased and have your funeral held in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissin' the corpse
During the funeral, everyone will pay their respects by kissing the deceased's body
Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissin' me off
Understand how to navigate and survive in this world, and don't provoke me if you are weak, as it irritates me
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
Refer to me as S.P., and I disrespect those who employ you
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
You may lose your life as a consequence of the danger I face
But I'ma still happen to be, packin' the three
Nevertheless, I will continue to carry a firearm for protection
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin' the keys
I associate with women involved in drug trafficking
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin' the D
I am also acquainted with individuals who resort to violence over unpaid drug debts
Shoot in the breeze, nine in the boot, full of trees
Engaging in casual conversation while concealing a firearm with nine rounds and carrying a large quantity of marijuana
One in the mornin', catch me with a gun on the corner
Late at night, you may find me standing on a street corner armed with a weapon
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you want to
I make it known that my actions and lifestyle are authentic, you can pretend otherwise at your own risk
Lie on the stand, fuck it dog, die in the can
If you perjure yourself while testifying in court, so be it, you will suffer the consequences of imprisonment
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
I claim that you lack courage and loyalty, as you would not sacrifice your life for your closest companion
As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
Similarly, if your other close associates betray you, they will meet a fatal end
They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
If someone brings harm upon you, the only appropriate response is to show them complete disregard and contempt
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
Hey, you individuals lack true toughness and aggression, whereas all the people I associate with are capable of committing murder
What you know about gettin' shot, lettin' the drip dry?
Do you have any firsthand knowledge and experience of being shot and enduring the healing process?
Lettin' the spit fly, seein' sparks whiz by
Engaging in gunfire, witnessing the bullets whizzing past and sparks flying
Puttin' the M.A.S.H. on niggas like Klinger and Hawk Eye
Taking control and applying medical assistance, like the characters Klinger and Hawkeye from the television show M*A*S*H
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
You are incredibly weak and susceptible, I will shoot you until your body is mangled and bleeding
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
Your cowardice is so extreme, you should be the lead actor in a theatrical performance portraying a cat
Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell 'Death'
If you provoke Sheek, it will lead to your demise, as indicated by the Ouija board spelling out the word 'Death'
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Feel free to engage in verbal threats and conflict, I hope it escalates to a life-threatening level
Be as deep as you inside the fuckin' cement
Let it become as deep as your body buried within the solid concrete
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
Alternatively, you can plunge deep into the sea without any breathing apparatus
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
I will submerge you in the water until you cannot breathe even with your snorkel, you pathetic individual
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Our entire crew is wealthy, we have never experienced a summer of abundance like this before
Bakin' hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
The heat and opulence radiating from my jewelry is so intense that you could slide down it like a sled
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman shit
In terms of dealing cocaine, I have the ability to accumulate such a large amount that it could create a figurine made of snow
Play in this shit make a angel with it
Freely indulge in this illicit activity and create an angel shape by lying in the cocaine
And I don't give a fuck about that three-eighty that y'all share
I have no interest in the small and inadequate firearm that all of you collectively possess
Between the ten of y'all with the same eight bullets from last year
Shared amongst ten individuals, you all only have eight bullets that have been passed around since the previous year
When I bust I use snubs, then I'm fleein' the spot
When I discharge my weapon, I utilize small and easily concealable revolvers, then swiftly depart from the scene
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
My dominant hand, which I use to write, is so skilled and dangerous that it requires protective gloves due to the immense heat it generates
I want the most, Rollie only work when it's next to my post
I desire the best and most expensive Rolex watch, but it only serves its purpose when it is placed near my firearm for protection
Fuck a Presi' gimme a Yacht Master, regular bezzy
I have no interest in a cheaper Rolex model known as the President, I want a more exclusive and luxurious Yacht Master style watch with a standard bezel
Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
With these possessions, I feel secure and content when I am in my neighborhood and standing on the street
You got a gut feelin' about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what?
If you have a strong intuition or suspicion about a situation, it indicates that you are in real danger
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
If you held the belief that we would not achieve success, we hold no regard for you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
Those who speak with malice and resentment, we have no respect for you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
If you doubted our ability to amass wealth, we have no consideration for you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
The loyalty and bond with my close associates is revered and respected, anyone else is unworthy of consideration
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
I will confront you directly and state my disregard for you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
I will swiftly draw my weapon from my waistband and shoot you, expressing my utter disregard for you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
I will observe your demise on the streets with complete disregard for your life
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
I hold no empathy or sympathy for anyone who feels sorrow during your funeral
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean, Sean D Jacobs, Jason T Phillips, David Styles
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