Hit Em Up
Tupac Amaru Shakur Lyrics


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fuck
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, feel it!

Verse Two: Fatal

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I run on you nigga,
and I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up

Chorus
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, we hit em' up...

Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, why you're fuckin' with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on tha couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No point to comment , we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas in de janeiro
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior whopper clique smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my clique lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia clique movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Idi Amin

You is a, b writer, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alizee with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper,
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be known, we approachin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got em crossed
Soon as the funk is poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, before you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life riders West side till we die!
Out here in California nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and fa'real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they
motherfuckers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt




You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz *echoes*

Overall Meaning

"Hit Em Up" is a diss track by Tupac Shakur and the Outlawz directed towards the rapper Notorious B.I.G., his group Junior M.A.F.I.A., and Bad Boy Records. The song was released in 1996 and is regarded as one of the most aggressive diss tracks in rap history. The lyrics are filled with profanity, threats, and insults towards the targets, with Tupac bragging about sleeping with Biggie's wife and mocking his musical abilities. The chorus urges listeners to "grab your glocks" when they see Tupac and call the cops when they see him, depicting the violent feud between East and West Coast rappers of the time.


The song is said to have been triggered by a shooting that occurred in New York City in 1994, where Tupac was shot multiple times by unknown assailants. Although he survived, Tupac believed that Biggie and the East Coast rap scene had orchestrated the attack, and his anger culminated in "Hit Em Up". The diss track came out shortly after Biggie's own diss track, "Who Shot Ya?", was released, leading to accusations that the two rappers were escalating the feud.


Line by Line Meaning

First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
First and foremost, I have no respect for you or your associates


West side when we ride come equipped with game
When we represent the West side, we bring our skills and knowledge


You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
You portray yourself as a ladies' man, but I had sexual relations with your wife


We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fuck for life
We continually attack and disrespect those associated with Bad Boy indefinitely


Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak, hearts I rip
Puffy is attempting to expose my vulnerabilities, but I effortlessly tear apart his emotions


Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. are weak individuals that can easily be taken advantage of


We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
We relentlessly attack and pursue your valuables


steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Continuously shooting and attacking the foolish individuals, this is how it works


Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Little Ceaser, inquire with your friend about the brutal way I left him


cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
I will dismember your youthful body, leaving you lifeless and in fragments


Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Lil Kim, don't engage with genuine gangsters like myself


Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I am swift in abducting and removing your repulsive presence from the streets, so peace is meaningless


I let them niggas know it's on for life
I inform those individuals that this conflict will last forever


So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Allow the West side to dominate and prevail this evening, hahaha


Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Bad Boy was brutally attacked and defeated in the musical realm


Fuck wit' me and get yo caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Engage in conflict with me and risk having your skull violently removed, comprehend ... observe ...


Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Retrieve your firearms when sighting Tupac


Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Contact law enforcement immediately when Tupac is present, uhh


Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Which cowardly individuals shot me but failed to complete the job


Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Prepare to experience the intense anger and hostility of a dangerous individual


NIGGA, I hit em' up...
I aggressively attacked and confronted them...


Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
Listen carefully, you individuals are fully aware of the current situation


I don't even know why I'm on this track
I am uncertain about my presence on this particular song


ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
None of you individuals are even close to my caliber


I'ma let my little homies ride on you
I will allow my younger companions to attack and confront you


bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, feel it!
Pathetic and weak individuals associated with Bad Boy, feel the impact!


Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Move aside, move aside


Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Biggie Smallz has just been killed


Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Little Moo, provide me with the firearm, and allow me to shoot him in the back


Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Frank White deserves to be severely punished for setting traps


little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
You are an inconsequential and unknown individual that I have never encountered


Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya
My deadly weapons strike with venom when I am attacking you


Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
I will humiliate and overpower your entire demeanor when I snatch you


Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you ass in the paint
Protect your reputation, because I am going to forcefully expose your weaknesses


Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I run on you nigga
Puffy is incredibly feeble compared to the neighborhood I control, you fool


and I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you nigga
I will easily eliminate your Junior Mafia crew right in front of you


With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
I have a concealed weapon, securely placed beneath my clothing


ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
Your reputation is quite unpleasant, while I am continuously receiving illegal shipments


Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
Observe our authentic actions, maintaining a genuine and prison-like toughness


this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
This is not a competition of improvised rap, all of you are being put to death while expressing foolishness


tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
Attempting to benefit from me, but you are merely fantasizing


smokin dope it's like a sherm high
When smoking drugs, the experience is similar to being under the influence of PCP


Niggaz think they learned to fly
Individuals believe they have acquired the ability to fly


But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
However, they crash and perish, you truly deserve death


Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
Boasting about your wealth, but it is comical to me


All you niggaz living bummy, why you're fuckin' with me
All of you individuals live in a destitute manner, so why are you engaging with me


I'm a self made millionare
I have become extremely wealthy through my own efforts


Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Living the life of a gangster within prison, proudly brandishing firearms, hahaha


Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on tha couch
Biggie, recall the times when I allowed you to sleep on my couch


and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Even begging the woman to permit you to sleep inside the residence, ahh


Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Now you are completely focused on luxury clothing brand Versace, imitating my fashion sense


Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Even after being shot five times, I remained standing, and greeted it with a smile


Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
Now I am going to clarify the facts using my AK-47 firearm


I'm still the thug that you love to hate
I am still the gangster that you despise, yet secretly admire


Motherfucker, I hit em up
Damn, I attacked and confronted them


I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
I originate from New Jersey, where a significant number of homicides take place


No point to comment , we bringin drama to all you herbs
No need for explanations, we are initiating conflict among all you weak individuals


Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
Engage in a physical confrontation, Little Cease


I bring you fake G's to your knees
I force you fraudulent gangsters to submit to defeat


Coppin pleas in de janeiro
Begging for mercy in Rio de Janeiro


Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Lil Kim, are you under the influence of cocaine or narcotics?


Get ya lil Junior whopper clique smoked up, what the fuck
Have your insignificant Junior Mafia crew eliminated, what is your problem


is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
Are you foolish?!?! I steal money, causing chaos and destruction throughout Brooklyn


with my clique lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
Together with my gang, we steal, shoot, and contaminate your neighborhood


with 15 shots cocked glock to your knot
Fifteen rounds loaded in my Glock handgun, aimed towards your head


Outlaw mafia clique movin up another notch
My gang of Outlaws is progressing and advancing even further


And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
As for you weak individuals, you will be swiftly eliminated


All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Your false eastern coast reputations have been carefully planned and halted


You is a, b writer, a Pac style taker
You are a mediocre rapper, stealing aspects of Tupac's style


I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
I will confidently inform you, directly to your face, that you are nothing more than a phony


Softer than Alizee with a chaser
Less intense than Alize liquor followed by a chaser


Bout to get murdered for the paper
About to be killed for the sake of money


Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Idi Amin approaches the location of the crime, confidently and menacingly, while holding Little Ceaser in a chokehold


Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Carrying firearms, we are not to be taken lightly


Thug Life, niggaz betta be known, we approachin
Thug Life, we demand recognition, as we are coming closer


in the wide open, guns smokin
in plain sight, guns emitting smoke


no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got em crossed
No need for hope, victory in this battle is impossible for you, as I have outsmarted you


Soon as the funk is poppin off
As soon as the conflict begins


Nigga I hit em up
I powerfully attacked and confronted them


Now you tell me who won
Now you inform me who emerged victorious


I see them, they run
I observe them running away


They don't wanna see us
They do not wish to face us


Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
The entire Junior M.A.F.I.A. group attempting to imitate and resemble us


How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
How can they claim to be a powerful group when we consistently fulfill our responsibilities


We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
We are wealthy individuals, and although killing is unjust, it is a task that needs to be executed by someone


Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
Oh, by the way, Mobb Deep, do you desire to engage in conflict with us?


You little young ass motherfuckers
You inexperienced and immature individuals


Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
Doesn't any one of you have sickle cell disease or a similar condition?


You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
If you mess with me, there is a chance you will


and have a seizure or a heart-attack
experience a sudden convulsion or cardiac arrest


You better back the fuck up, before you get smacked the fuck up
You should retreat and withdraw, if not, you will be violently struck


That's how we do it on our side
That is our way of handling situations on our turf


Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
If any of you guys from New York want to initiate conflict, feel free to do so


But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
However, we are not engaging in singing, we are initiating chaos


Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
I have no respect for you or your mother


We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
We are going to eliminate each and every one of you individuals


Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
When I first emerged, I explicitly stated that this conflict was solely focused on Biggie


Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
However, everyone felt the need to express their unwanted viewpoints


Well this how we gonna do this
So, this is how we are going to handle this situation


Fuck Mobb Deep
I have no regard for Mobb Deep


Fuck Biggie
I have no respect for Biggie


Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
I have no regard for Bad Boy as an organization or record label


and as a motherfuckin crew
Nor do I have any respect for the entire group associated with them


And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Furthermore, if you wish to associate yourself with Bad Boy


Then fuck you too
Then I also have no respect for you


Chino XL, fuck you too
Chino XL, I also have no regard for you


All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
All of you individuals, I have no respect for any of you either


Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
All of you individuals, I have no regard for any of you, and I hope you suffer a slow and agonizing death


My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
My .44 caliber firearm will ensure that all of your children perish


You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
None of you individuals can compare to us or comprehend our abilities


We the motherfuckin Thug Life riders West side till we die!
We are the dedicated members of the Thug Life movement and represent the West side until our death!


Out here in California nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
Here in California, we caution you that we are prepared to relentlessly attack and assault you


We do our job
We fulfill our duties


You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
You believe you are a powerful group, but we are the true force


Ain't nuttin but killers and fa'real niggaz
We are nothing but ruthless individuals and genuine gangsters


All you motherfuckers feel us
All of you individuals recognize and understand our presence


Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
Our records are achieving incredible success, surpassing triple and even quadruple platinum


You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they motherfuckers belt, you know how it is
You individuals ridicule us because our crew carries firearms on their person, you are aware of the situation


When we drop records they felt
When we release music, people can truly feel its impact


You niggaz can't feel it
You individuals are incapable of understanding or experiencing it


We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz
We are the most authentic, disregard them, we are ruthless individuals associated with Bad Boy




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@LivingwithBella

The CIA, Diddy, Suge Knight and some members of outlaws was involved in the death of Tupac and Biggie Smalls, they made them disappear because they were becoming much bigger than just ordinary rappers, Tupac was revolutionary and if Biggie became revolutionary it would have changed the course of black lives in America, Yaki Kadafi saw the shooter and was going to expose them on television in front of the world, he was depressed and knew all the bigger parties involved so on that day he went to see his girlfriend at her apartment, members of the outlaws send the teenager ( The Cousin )
to pull the trigger and kill Yaki Kadafi, after that Outlaws disappeared and one went to Saudi Arabia became muslim, Anderson must have been too hurt to open fire, i don’t think it was Keffee D, he’s just milking it, sometimes your killers are those close to you, everyone was jealous of Tupac

1) They held a secret meeting
2) Only helicopters can move that fast in a busy Vegas streets ( The CIA )
3) Removing Office Poole from the Investigation
4) Yaki Kadafi went into a hideout
5) How come Outlaws didn’t kill Orlando Anderson, if you come at my mentor, my brother or friend, rest be assured im coming back right at you, all they did was do interview’s talk their shit thats it

I can list a thousand other reasons why i think my investigation is right and makes sense



@LivingwithBella

The CIA, Diddy, Suge Knight and some members of outlaws was involved in the death of Tupac and Biggie Smalls, they made them disappear because they were becoming much bigger than just ordinary rappers, Tupac was revolutionary and if Biggie became revolutionary it would have changed the course of black lives in America, Yaki Kadafi saw the shooter and was going to expose them on television in front of the world, he was depressed and knew all the bigger parties involved so on that day he went to see his girlfriend at her apartment, members of the outlaws send the teenager ( The Cousin )
to pull the trigger and kill Yaki Kadafi, after that Outlaws disappeared and one went to Saudi Arabia became muslim, Anderson must have been too hurt to open fire, i don’t think it was Keffee D, he’s just milking it, sometimes your killers are those close to you, everyone was jealous of Tupac

1) They held a secret meeting
2) Only helicopters can move that fast in a busy Vegas streets ( The CIA )
3) Removing Office Poole from the Investigation
4) Yaki Kadafi went into a hideout
5) How come Outlaws didn’t kill Orlando Anderson, if you come at my mentor, my brother or friend, rest be assured im coming back right at you, all they did was do interview’s talk their shit thats it

I can list a thousand other reasons why i think my investigation is right and makes sense



@mantisw3182

Čuj, kako to izgledaš?
Sa čime si se to namazao?
Što se tiče ovoga (pjesme),
ne bi puno. Nije to ni pjesma
ni revanje, ni kreveljenje, to je
jednostavno ništa ~ (nula - 0),
iz jednostavno razloga ~ pjesma u kojoj
se nekoliko puta čuje "mother fucker",
nije za javnost, već za zatvor dugogodišnji.
Da je imamo malo mozga, ne bi ga upucali
i danas bi bio živ, dakle ~ sam si je kriv!!
A ti, ostavi se ovakvih pjesama i sličnih
gluposti, primi se poštenog posla i od
svog života napravi nešto na ponos svojoj djeci.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Google translation, probably bad :-(

Listen, what do you look like?
What did you smear it with?
As for this (song), not much.
It's not even a song no roaring,
no whining, that is simply nothing ~ (zero - 0),

for simple reasons ~ a song in which
"mother fucker" is heard several times,
not for the public, but for years of imprisonment.
If we had a little brain, we wouldn't shoot him
he would still be alive today, so ~ it's his fault !!
And you, leave songs like this and the like
nonsense, get an honest job and from
make something of your life proud of your children.



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@LivingwithBella

The CIA, Diddy, Suge Knight and some members of outlaws was involved in the death of Tupac and Biggie Smalls, they made them disappear because they were becoming much bigger than just ordinary rappers, Tupac was revolutionary and if Biggie became revolutionary it would have changed the course of black lives in America, Yaki Kadafi saw the shooter and was going to expose them on television in front of the world, he was depressed and knew all the bigger parties involved so on that day he went to see his girlfriend at her apartment, members of the outlaws send the teenager ( The Cousin )
to pull the trigger and kill Yaki Kadafi, after that Outlaws disappeared and one went to Saudi Arabia became muslim, Anderson must have been too hurt to open fire, i don’t think it was Keffee D, he’s just milking it, sometimes your killers are those close to you, everyone was jealous of Tupac

1) They held a secret meeting
2) Only helicopters can move that fast in a busy Vegas streets ( The CIA )
3) Removing Office Poole from the Investigation
4) Yaki Kadafi went into a hideout
5) How come Outlaws didn’t kill Orlando Anderson, if you come at my mentor, my brother or friend, rest be assured im coming back right at you, all they did was do interview’s talk their shit thats it

I can list a thousand other reasons why i think my investigation is right and makes sense

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