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.
Niggaz Done Started Something
The Lox Lyrics
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In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole comity like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status, nigga we getting chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, fronting in eclipses
Yo, Mase and The Lox
We taking knots from the out of state spots
Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays with niggas names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doing 'em
Then I'm beating 'em down with aluminum
Then I'm putting two in 'em
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggas done started something
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggas done started something
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sipping margaritas wit a mami
Cleaning my Tommy, showing love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em
Yeah I hear niggas, but I still don't feel 'em
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing us
My 16's be so real, you can feel 'em in your vain
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see beg niggas pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty
I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs
Green backs from drugs, get whacked for the love
Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only getting up, splitting up your anatomy
Official lock family, grants niggas handing me
I want the finer things, and I hope you understanding me
Sitting at the table, planning and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
And y'all niggas done started something
Acting invincible like you God or something
If you God, then I'mma makes a lot 'til you rot
And if you a player, then play for everything you got
And if you a thug, then start busting off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggas done started something
Don't came at me with no bullshit, use caution
'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggas fearing, fuck what you heard, this what you hearing
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
So you got what you came for
What's that?
Surgery with the chainsaw, I hit the fucking streets
'Cause like I said before ain't nothing going down until I eat
Motherfuckers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches
Well, I'm testing bitches game, addressing bitches, and caressing bitches
And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels
What I'm dealing with is all devils, fucking with snakes
Running wit niggas you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas
That come through and worry niggas
30 niggas that like to bury niggas
And scary niggas get it all the time
'Cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talking shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck with you
And if you with my man, then he getting stuck with you
And gave it the money
'Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
Then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies with the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty
Get it
The Lox's song "Niggaz Done Started Something" is a gritty and intense track that portrays the rough realities of life in New York City. The lyrics are cleverly written with intricate wordplay that highlights the group's lyrical prowess. The song discusses topics such as drug dealing, gun violence, and the struggle for survival in the streets.
The first verse is delivered by Sheek Louch and discusses his desire for wealth and the lengths he is willing to go to achieve it. He references drug dealing, puffing on L's, and his semi-automatic weapon, conveying a feeling of danger and power. He also challenges anyone who wants to test him, warning them that his gun will leave them breathless.
Jadakiss delivers the second verse, where he talks about his gang affiliation and his ability to take on anyone who challenges him. He boasts about his AK and his ability to neutralize atomic bombs, emphasizing his firepower. He also disses other rappers and warns them not to cross him. The chorus of the song emphasizes that loving money can have dire consequences and that anyone who starts something should be prepared to face the consequences.
The final verse is delivered by Styles P, who talks about his criminal activities and his army of supporters. He boasts about his ability to take down his enemies and his disregard for anyone who gets in his way. The song ends on a violent note, with Styles P threatening to kill anyone who crosses him.
Overall, the song is a hard-hitting and intense portrayal of life in the streets of New York City. The aggressive and gritty lyrics are backed by heavy beats and haunting melodies, creating a sinister atmosphere that perfectly captures the mood of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
Hey, let's make money and party with attractive women in high-rise buildings
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
Living in luxurious apartments while overseeing our illegal activities
New York City, know only way to play is gritty
In NYC, the only way to succeed is by being tough and relentless
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
I want money, so we can show off in expensive cars, like the BMW 850
My whole comity like to puff L's and look jiggy
My entire crew enjoys smoking marijuana and dressing stylishly
Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless
Who wants to challenge me? My semi-automatic weapon will leave you dead with no chest
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
You won't be able to say anything to me when you're struggling for breath
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
I may be young, but I have experienced things that you haven't
So go ahead with the bullshit you blab about going through
Don't bother with your fake stories and the nonsense you claim to have experienced
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
I have associates who sell drugs on your street and even inside your residence
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
Who are close to you? Are they really protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
But in reality, they would kill you without hesitation
Don status, nigga we getting chipsesis
We are high-status individuals, accumulating wealth
And bad bitchsesis, fronting in eclipses
And attractive women, showing off and outshining others
Yo, Mase and The Lox
Hey, it's Mase and The Lox
We taking knots from the out of state spots
We are earning large sums of money from locations outside our state
Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
Anyone who attracts unwanted attention will end up dead in an empty area
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
You don't actually want to challenge me, the one person
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
Who remains heavily intoxicated from smoking marijuana
The rack of sing-sing alumni
A group of ex-convicts from Sing Sing prison
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
Who have more conflicts and disputes than a farm owned by Muslims
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
I carry enough powerful firearms to counteract even the most destructive weapons
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
No one in your gang wants to face me
My AK slay gays, spray strays with niggas names on it
My AK-47 kills indiscriminately, shooting bullets with names of specific individuals
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Frequently, I provoke and then intimidate a tough person
Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Make a weak person cough up blood and then kill him with multiple gunshots
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
You know I possess enough firearms to cause extensive damage to a nation
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
If anyone threatens Mase with a Tec-9 firearm, they better have a good explanation
You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doing 'em
If you bring your crew, I will defeat all of them
Then I'm beating 'em down with aluminum
Then I will physically assault them using an aluminum object
Then I'm putting two in 'em
Then I will shoot them twice
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement
You can't harm me, I am an agent of evil, and I am wanted for fraudulent activities
A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant
And many other crimes, but that's not important
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
If you are obsessed with money, be ready to risk your life for it
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
You can either face the dangerous consequences or aim for great success
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Hey, take a look at the guy who sells cocaine like Tony Montana
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
I never refuse sexual encounters, I will be in Costa Rica
Rica, sipping margaritas wit a mami
Enjoying margaritas with an attractive woman
Cleaning my Tommy, showing love to my army
Polishing my Tommy Gun and showing affection to my crew
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em
Whenever The Lox encounter rival gangs, they eliminate them
Yeah I hear niggas, but I still don't feel 'em
Yes, I hear what others say, but I remain unaffected by their words
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And this song is dedicated to the audience and those incarcerated
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing us
And those envious rappers who enjoy criticizing us
My 16's be so real, you can feel 'em in your vain
My verses are so authentic, you can feel their impact deep in your soul
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
Similar to the powerful impact of Sugarhill Records' founder, Sylvia Robinson
J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake
I, J, will be the reason for the last kiss given at your funeral
Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face
My crew, with connections to drug cartels, will shoot bullets at your face
We started from the bottom
We began our journey from a disadvantaged position
You'll see beg niggas pardon, whatever
You'll see people begging for forgiveness, regardless of the situation
We can do it at the Garden
We can settle our issues at Madison Square Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
Believe me, this situation is significant and intense
I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty
I am causing people to face serious consequences, even if they are innocent
I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs
I desire a luxurious residence for my gang, complete with elegant carpets
Green backs from drugs, get whacked for the love
Earning money from illegal activities, and willing to kill for loyalty
Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me
Even if twenty people attack me, they still won't be able to break me
I'm only getting up, splitting up your anatomy
I'm just getting started, tearing your body apart
Official lock family, grants niggas handing me
I am a respected member of a tight-knit group, receiving support and favors
I want the finer things, and I hope you understanding me
I desire luxurious possessions, and I hope you comprehend my mindset
Sitting at the table, planning and plug the fan in
Sitting together, devising strategies while keeping our intentions discreet
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
Let's calm down and then arm ourselves
Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
You may believe you are the most intelligent and can counterattack fiercely, but it doesn't matter
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci
Whether you are a tough individual or a rapper, show me respect like Joe Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
And if rap was a sport, I would be like Wayne Gretzky, dominating the game while smoking weed
And y'all niggas done started something
And you all have initiated a serious conflict
Acting invincible like you God or something
Behaving as if you are invulnerable, like you are a deity
If you God, then I'mma makes a lot 'til you rot
If you are a god, then I will condemn you until you die
And if you a player, then play for everything you got
And if you claim to be a player, then risk everything you possess
And if you a thug, then start busting off shots
And if you are a thug, then begin shooting your gun
And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark
And if you are a dog, you should attack before making any noise
Don't came at me with no bullshit, use caution
Don't approach me with any nonsense, be careful
'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
Because when I shoot someone, I kill them, just like an abortion terminates a pregnancy
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
To acquire larger amounts of money through blackmail and illegal business activities
Got niggas fearing, fuck what you heard, this what you hearing
I have people scared, disregard rumors, this is the reality you are facing
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
How much more intense and dangerous can the situation become?
See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit
Let's see if your toughest individuals panic when I initiate chaos
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
I enjoy having sex, but I don't want anyone too close, so give me some personal space
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep
Because when we move surreptitiously, there are never more than three of us together, making others seem weak
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Police dogs discovered your hidden belongings in the dirt
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
Tracking the evidence of firearms, gunpowder, and traces of blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
It is impossible to identify you, so you're aware
John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on yo' toe
Your corpse will be identified as John Doe on the toe tag
Now who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Who will inform your mother that her child's body is in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Lifeless and motionless, detected by the trained dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
Offspring of a stubborn individual who refused to heed advice
So you got what you came for
So you achieved your desired outcome
What's that? Surgery with the chainsaw
What is that? Brutal and violent attack with a chainsaw
I hit the fucking streets
I step onto the dangerous streets
'Cause like I said before ain't nothing going down until I eat
As I mentioned earlier, nothing significant will happen until my needs are satisfied
Motherfuckers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches
People believe it's all about impressing and causing distress to women
Well, I'm testing bitches game, addressing bitches, and caressing bitches
Well, I am evaluating women's intelligence, confronting them, and showing them affection
And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels
And interacting with individuals from various backgrounds
What I'm dealing with is all devils, fucking with snakes
The people I associate with are deceitful and treacherous
Running wit niggas you call rebels
Associating with individuals you consider to be rebellious
I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas
I have a large group of 730 loyal and ruthless individuals
That come through and worry niggas
Who arrive and intimidate others
30 niggas that like to bury niggas
30 individuals who enjoy killing and hiding bodies
And scary niggas get it all the time
And cowardly individuals are frequently targeted
'Cause what they got is all of mine
Because everything they possess belongs to me
Your man was talking shit until I pulled the nine
Your companion was talking nonsense until I revealed my firearm
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck with you
If I am not familiar with you, I won't associate with you
And if you with my man, then he getting stuck with you
And if you are involved with my friend, then he will face the consequences of associating with you
And gave it the money
And paid the price for his actions
'Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Because he crossed the limit, I lost my composure
Sent his back through his chest
I shot him, hitting his back and penetrating his chest
Then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Then I threw away the gun, the leader of illegal activities
Black Gotti, I stack bodies with the black shotty
Black Gotti, a figure similar to John Gotti, I accumulate murder victims using a black shotgun
Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty
Weak individuals who behave arrogantly
Get it
Understand the message
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAMON BLACKMON, SEAN JACOBS, DAVID STYLES, JASON PHILLIPS, MASON BETHA, EARL SIMMONS
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