Hound Dogs
Twiztid Lyrics


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[Violent J:]
Hound Dogez mutha'fucker
Get off my nizos
Get off my nutz
Get off my bitch!

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Shit Mutha'fuckin hound doggz, what?!
Swinging from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut
And look I don't care who you know bitch
Looking fine get the fuck to the back of the line
Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask questions like a mutt but they down to fuck? (No)
You see 'em go, you see 'em go, you see 'em come again
From my dick to Twiztid's dick, and then
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws
Goddamn hound dogs!

[Chorus:]
"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"Hound dogz ain't got shit to say"
"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"Givva dog a bone, Givva a dog a Bone"
[Repeat x 2]

[Jamie Maddrox:]
What's the whole meaning of a hound dog? (What?)
Butt sniffing, dick licking, all kinds of rouges y'all
I'm in a club, smoking on a square
Step on out to get a lil freshair
But I can't do that, I get attacked like a Cardiac
People rush front ta back, like sign that
Ain't nuttin wrong wit giving me props
But acting like the punk ass cops
And swinging off my nuts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know
Saying shit you heard me say to a hoe after a show
Homie, I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back
Plotting against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick and I'm out like that

[Jamie Maddrox:]
Alright y'all

[Some bitch:]
Wait, com'ere!
Oh my god, you don't remember me?

[Jamie Maddrox:]
Nah...

[Some bitch:]
I had a crush on you for like nine years

[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!

[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class

[Jamie Maddrox:]
Bitch I didn't even go to school

[Some bitch:]
No, I'm saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit
Think you could sign my shirt?

[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm a star, now all those hoes like "Joe Bruce ahhhh"
I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
Now I got hound dogz sniffing my butt
I can have a worm hanging out of my dick hole
And they be like "Oh I think it's cute tho hehe"
Missed me wit all that, I ain't changed any
Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny
I'm ugly as fuck resembling a Kligon
Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on
What's up wit these pop kids buying my shit?
Main street groupies get off my dick
I want to see real juggalos at shows
Fuck these backstreet richy fake hoes

[Chorus x 2]

[Blaze:]
You don't even know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
I ain't had pussy in eleven years
I been dead, ain't nobody shedding tears (No)
Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame
Got cock for ya bitches, 'cause I'm married to the game
Ain't no change to the shit I spit
Site outlaw bitches for the days and weeks freak
I see you hating on my raiders cap
But back in the day you were all about that (Sure was)
Shot that ass out back in eighty-nine
Bury Revered Oaks and his clock of mind
Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique
My guns played out, and I ain't changing shit (nope)

[Some bitch:]
Hey aren't you Monoxide Child?

[Monoxide Child:]
That's right bitch

[Some bitch:]
Right, the skinny one
My best friend John is supposed to be cousin's with you or something

[Monoxide Child:]
Who?

[Some bitch:]
So I figure you can give me your phone number
And I can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something

[Monoxide Child:]
Shiiiit

[Some bitch:]
Whateva, Oh my god it's Blaze
Hey dude call me!

[Monoxide Child:]
Youse a hound dog bitch, and I smack ya face
Ridding on my dick, now how my nutz taste?
Everywhere I go somebody want an photograph
Or an autograph or can I get a tap
How'd y'all get started, ya shit is really tight
And what be motivating y'all to grab the pen and write
Listen here little bitch, I'm the killer in disguise
Twiztid muthafucka wit the milk white eyes
I despise how ya perpetrate like a juggalo
But you ain't down, muthafucka you a juggahoe
Hey hoe you afraid of the facts
Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe (Jump)
Take another picture and I break ya jaw
Got an eighty pound punch for every one of y'all
Muthafuckaz wit the bitch ass hound dog face (Yeah)
My ass crack's exposed, go ahead and get a taste

[Chorus x 2]

[Violent J:]
Muthafuckin h,ound dogz muthafucka
I got more shit to say
Yo yo
It be the same hound dogz in different cities
Staring at me like I'm a set of titties
Autographing T-shirts hats and socks
And this bitch don't even know Riddle Box
Real Juggalos don't want no picture
They just walk up like "What up Ninja"
After that, they give a fuck where I'm heading
They're like Fuck him we looking for Nedden
And I don't need anymore free tattoos
Got my arms looking like Motley Crue's
I can be talking to the finest bitch in the land
And you run up like "Hey, What up man"
That's when I slap you right on the spot
And have Billy Bill beat ya down in the parking lot
Do I think I'm better 'cause Nedden comes easy?
For-Sheze Bitch
Bottom line y'alls
Get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggie-Smalls





"Can't fuck with Dark Lotus Biiiiiitch!"

Overall Meaning

The song "Hound Dogs" by Twiztid is a sarcastic and profane criticism of groupies or "hound dogs" who follow artists around, trying to have sex with them. The rappers use crude and vulgar descriptions to convey their disgust and frustration with the groupies' behavior. They express their annoyance at being treated like objects instead of respected artists.


The chorus, which repeats the phrase "bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay, hound dogz ain't got shit to say," is a twist on the classic quote about dogs: "a dog is a man's best friend." Here, the rappers are saying that these hound dogs are not friends or fans, but rather annoying pests.


Throughout the verses, the rappers take turns describing their encounters with these groupies, using graphic and violent language to show their disdain for their behavior. They also mock the groupies' obsession with their fame, and their attempts to get attention or validation through sexual encounters with the artists. Overall, the song can be seen as a commentary on the objectification and dehumanization of artists in the music industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Hound Dogez mutha'fucker
These people are like persistent and annoying hound dogs


Get off my nizos
Leave me alone


Get off my nutz
Stop bothering me


Get off my bitch!
Don't mess with the person I'm with


Shit Mutha'fuckin hound doggz, what?!
These damn hound dogs are out of control


Swinging from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut
They're clinging onto me so intensely that it feels like I have an extra testicle


And look I don't care who you know bitch
I don't care who you're connected to


Looking fine get the fuck to the back of the line
You may be attractive, but you still need to wait your turn


Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
You're making up lies, pretending to be my relative


Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
As if our mothers are sisters or something


Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Sure, let them join us


Blah! Knuckle hammers to the chin
I'll punch them hard


Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Support me, and I'll support you in return


Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
If you give me oral sex, I'll make you scream


In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Actually, get off my tour bus


Ask questions like a mutt but they down to fuck? (No)
They ask dumb questions, but they're not actually interested in having sex


You see 'em go, you see 'em go, you see 'em come again
You see them leave, but then they come back


From my dick to Twiztid's dick, and then To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws
These people are trying to touch our genitals


Goddamn hound dogs!
These people are like damn hound dogs


"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
These hound dogs are barking and making noise


"Hound dogz ain't got shit to say"
These hound dogs don't have anything worthwhile to say


"Givva dog a bone, Givva a dog a Bone"
Give these hound dogs some attention


What's the whole meaning of a hound dog? (What?)
What's the true purpose or significance of these hound dogs?


Butt sniffing, dick licking, all kinds of rouges y'all
These hound dogs engage in inappropriate and gross behavior


I'm in a club, smoking on a square
I'm at a nightclub, smoking a cigarette


Step on out to get a lil freshair
I go outside to get some fresh air


But I can't do that, I get attacked like a Cardiac
But whenever I try, I get bombarded by these hound dogs


People rush front ta back, like sign that
People push their way to get my attention, like it's important


Ain't nuttin wrong wit giving me props
There's nothing wrong with giving me praise


But acting like the punk ass cops
But don't act like annoying cops


And swinging off my nuts has gotta stop
And they need to stop clinging onto me


Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know
They walk around, spreading rumors as if they know everything


Saying shit you heard me say to a hoe after a show
Saying things you've only heard me say to someone after a performance


Homie, I don't play that shit one bit
I don't tolerate that kind of behavior at all


Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
If you mess with me, you'll quickly face the consequences


Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
I'm a scary person, take a look at my weapon


Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back
I'm skilled at causing harm to these hound dogs


Plotting against the whole world of facts
I'm plotting against everyone who believes in false information


So get off my dick and I'm out like that
So stop clinging onto me and I'm leaving


Wait, com'ere!
Wait, come here!


Oh my god, you don't remember me?
You don't even remember who I am?


Nah...
No...


I had a crush on you for like nine years
I've had a crush on you for a long time


I don't know you fat bitch!
I don't know you, you overweight woman!


It's me, Jenny
It's me, Jenny


I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
I used to sit behind you in a chemistry class


Bitch I didn't even go to school
I didn't even go to school, you bitch


No, I'm saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit
No, I mean if you had sat there, it would have been awesome


Think you could sign my shirt?
Can you autograph my shirt?


Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah


I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
I remember school, girls used to find Joe Bruce disgusting


Years passed by, and look I'm a star, now all those hoes like "Joe Bruce ahhhh"
Now that I'm famous, those same girls are into me


I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
I'm still that strange and nerdy person who's into voodoo


Now I got hound dogz sniffing my butt
Now I have these people following me everywhere


I can have a worm hanging out of my dick hole
Even if there was something weird or gross, they would still find it cute


And they be like "Oh I think it's cute tho hehe"
And they would say, "Oh, I still think it's cute hehe"


Missed me wit all that, I ain't changed any
Don't try to impress me, I haven't changed


Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny
Look at me, I'm so overweight that even Big Pun appears skinny


I'm ugly as fuck resembling a Kligon
I'm incredibly unattractive, resembling a Klingon


Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on
But despite that, girls still let me have sexual encounters


What's up wit these pop kids buying my shit?
What's with these mainstream fans buying my music?


Main street groupies get off my dick
I want real fans, not these mainstream groupies


I want to see real juggalos at shows
I want to see genuine fans at my performances


Fuck these backstreet richy fake hoes
I don't care about these shallow and fake girls


You don't even know who the fuck I am
You don't even know who I am


Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
But girls still find me attractive


My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
My lips are chapped and my feet are sweaty


Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
Lift up my testicles, and you'll see how dirty and itchy they are


I ain't had pussy in eleven years
I haven't had sex in eleven years


I been dead, ain't nobody shedding tears (No)
I've been ignored, nobody cares about me


Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame
I don't care about fame at all


Got cock for ya bitches, 'cause I'm married to the game
I have sexual desire for these girls because I'm fully committed to my music career


Ain't no change to the shit I spit
I haven't changed my style of music


Site outlaw bitches for the days and weeks freak
I see girls who are attracted to outlaws


I see you hating on my raiders cap
I see you criticizing my hat that represents the Raiders sports team


But back in the day you were all about that (Sure was)
But in the past, you used to support the Raiders as well


Shot that ass out back in eighty-nine
I had sex with you in 1989


Bury Revered Oaks and his clock of mind
I defeated Revered Oaks and his mindset


Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique
I came back to life with the Lotus clique


My guns played out, and I ain't changing shit (nope)
My guns are outdated and I refuse to change


Right, the skinny one
Yes, the thin one


My best friend John is supposed to be cousin's with you or something
My close friend John claims to be your cousin or something


Who?
Who?


So I figure you can give me your phone number
So I think you can give me your phone number


And I can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something
And I can give it to him so we can all hang out together


Shiiiit
Shiiiit


Whateva, Oh my god it's Blaze
Whatever, Oh my god it's Blaze


Hey dude call me!
Hey dude, call me!


Youse a hound dog bitch, and I smack ya face
You act like a hound dog bitch, and I'll smack you


Ridding on my dick, now how my nutz taste?
You're riding on my fame, so how does my success feel?


Everywhere I go somebody want an photograph
Wherever I go, someone wants to take a photo with me


Or an autograph or can I get a tap
Or they ask for an autograph, or want me to touch them


How'd y'all get started, ya shit is really tight
How did you guys begin your music career? Your stuff is great


And what be motivating y'all to grab the pen and write
What inspires you to write and create music?


Listen here little bitch, I'm the killer in disguise
Listen here, I'm a dangerous person pretending to be harmless


Twiztid muthafucka wit the milk white eyes
I'm from Twiztid, and I have unnaturally white eyes


I despise how ya perpetrate like a juggalo
I hate how you act like a true juggalo, but you're not


But you ain't down, muthafucka you a juggahoe
But you're not truly a juggalo, you're just a juggahoe


Hey hoe you afraid of the facts
Hey, hoe, you're scared of the truth


Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe (Jump)
You don't carry a gun, but you're always seen with an axe


Take another picture and I break ya jaw
If you take another photo of me, I'll break your jaw


Got an eighty pound punch for every one of y'all
I have a strong punch for each one of you


Muthafuckaz wit the bitch ass hound dog face (Yeah)
These people have the face of a bitch-ass hound dog


My ass crack's exposed, go ahead and get a taste
My butt crack is showing, you can go ahead and taste it


Muthafuckin h,ound dogz muthafucka
These damn hound dogs are out of control


I got more shit to say
I have more things to say


Yo yo
Hey there


It be the same hound dogz in different cities
I encounter the same kind of hound dogs in various cities


Staring at me like I'm a set of titties
They stare at me like I'm just a sexual object


Autographing T-shirts hats and socks
I sign autographs on people's T-shirts, hats, and socks


And this bitch don't even know Riddle Box
And this person doesn't even know about Riddle Box


Real Juggalos don't want no picture
True Juggalos don't care about taking a picture


They just walk up like "What up Ninja"
They just casually walk up and greet me


After that, they give a fuck where I'm heading
After that, they don't care where I'm going


They're like Fuck him we looking for Nedden
They think, "Forget him, we're looking for Nedden"


And I don't need anymore free tattoos
I don't want any more free tattoos


Got my arms looking like Motley Crue's
My arms are covered in tattoos like Motley Crue's members


I can be talking to the finest bitch in the land
I can be talking to the most attractive girl around


And you run up like "Hey, What up man"
And you come up to me, saying, "Hey, what's up?"


That's when I slap you right on the spot
That's when I'll slap you right then and there


And have Billy Bill beat ya down in the parking lot
I'll have Billy Bill fight you in the parking lot


Do I think I'm better 'cause Nedden comes easy?
Do I think I'm superior because people pay attention to me easily?


For-Sheze Bitch
Of course, bitch


Bottom line y'alls
In conclusion, all of you


Get off our balls
Stop clinging onto us


Psychopathic out like Biggie-Smalls
We're leaving like Biggie Smalls did


"Can't fuck with Dark Lotus Biiiiiitch!"
"You can't mess with Dark Lotus, bitch!"




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Ian Hellsing

I remember singing every word to this song at the park with my old high school friends. I hope they are doing well these days.

MagicNinjette01

All these years later, I still love this song! Even more now than ever

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DF3KT

I used to listen to this cd on repeat every day in my junior and senior year when it came out. All these years later and they are still dope

Pelle Stroika

Yea. This becomes more real the older i get..... Raise up off my nizzos

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Wilson Clement

Back when they were all kool with each other, I do miss them, I STILL listen to the family, now days they actually STILL get me by!!!!!!! Whoop Whoop!!!!!

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A true classic never goes outta style. Whoop whoop

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