UGK, from Port Arthur, TX, the neighboring city to Beaumont, TX, released their debut EP The Southern Way in 1992. It was distributed by local record label Bigtyme Recordz and only available as an audio cassette. They quickly caught the attention of Jive Records, and were signed to a five album record contract. Their major label debut album Too Hard to Swallow was released later that same year, on November 10. While it featured several new recordings, it also featured several songs that had been culled from The Southern Way. However, several songs that had been intended to be included on the album were excised at the last minute, apparently due to their overly explicit content. Five of these songs would surface two months before Too Hard to Swallow’s release, on an EP distributed by Bigtyme Recordz; appropriately enough, the EP was titled Banned.
Their sophomore album Super Tight… was released two years later, on August 30. Unlike their previous effort, it managed to break into the Billboard Hot 200, but ultimately peaked at a disappointing #95. Two more years passed before the release of their third album, Ridin’ Dirty. It performed better than either of its predecessors, and almost broke into the Hot 200’s top-ten, before stopping short at #15. Ridin’ Dirty would also be UGK’s last album for the time being, as they went on a five year hiatus not long afterward.
In the interim, UGK made a high-profile guest appearance on Jay-Z’s 2000 smash hit “Big Pimpin” and also appeared on Three 6 Mafia’s hit “Sippin’ on Some Sizzurp” later the very same year. Both of these collaborations greatly increased their reputation, and helped fuel anticipation for their next project. Unfortunately, Jive failed to capitalize on this new-found interest in the duo, as their sixth album, 2001’s Dirty Money, came and went with little or no fanfare.
Further problems arose in 2002, when Pimp C was incarcerated for an aggravated gun assault charge on January 28. Throughout the time of his incarceration, Bun B carried on the UGK name by making numerous guest appearances on songs by other artists, with every appearance either mentioning Pimp C or featuring a “Free Pimp C!” or “Free the Pimp” chant. Many of UGK’s peers did the same, and mentioned Pimp C in their own songs with or without Bun B. During this period, Jive released a Best of UGK album, as well as a Chopped & Screwed remix album.
As a result of Pimp C’s incarceration, both members of UGK began solo careers out of necessity. Rap-A-Lot Records released Pimp C’s solo debut, Sweet James Jones Stories, on March 1, 2005. Bun B later released his own solo foray, Trill, on October 18, 2005. It opened at #6 on the Billboard Hot 200, and also peaked at #1 on Billboard’s Top R&B/Hip-hop Album chart. It was quickly certified gold by the RIAA.
On December 30, 2005, Pimp C was released from prison and was scheduled to be on parole until December 2009. He released his first post-incarceration album, titled Pimpalation, on July 25, 2006.
UGK released Underground Kingz, their 7th studio album in August 2007. The two-disc, 26-track album hit #1 on the Billboard charts after selling 157,000 copies in its first week, strongly supported by the hit single Int’l Players Anthem (I Choose You). The single featured OutKast, and used a beat created by Three 6 Mafia’s DJ Paul and Juicy J, which was originally used in a song by Project Pat.
On December 4th, 2007, Pimp C was found dead at age 33 in his room at Hollywood’s La Mondrian hotel in Los Angeles, California, where he had been playing shows with Too $hort. According to the Los Angeles County Coroner’s Office Pimp C died from accidental overdose of Promethazine/Codeine “syrup” combined with a preexisting medical condition known as sleep apnea, which causes a person to stop breathing during sleep. He was buried on December 11th, 2007 in his hometown of Port Arthur, TX.
Use Me Up
UGK Lyrics
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(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It's bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh
[Master P]
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
And chicken nuts, n****s slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you n****s that sick cause we sicker
N****s slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n****s
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
N****s ain't f***in' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all n****s don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You f***in' with a n**** that don't give a f*** about you
Or your b**** cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Like Michael, load this f***in' rifle
Start blastin' at b****es motherf***er, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a n**** not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
F***in' field cats and chat
No Limit n****, real n****, who
Don't give a f*** when you dead and gone
Motherf***er you feel my bucks from my chrome
[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh
[Master P]
Goin' pack me with a n**** with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a f*** about chu' n****s, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But n****s they slangin' that hoo rock
But n****s they want to boo dock, that buddha
N**** a quarter, of water
But y'all n****s late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherf***ers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a f***, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
N****s not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, n****s with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the f*** why'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherf***in' head rattle
Like an ostrich, n**** you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, n****s we rowdy
Never givin' a f***, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
B**** talkin' s***, you and ya b**** I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, n****s we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Master P]
N****s comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' n****s a** like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but n****s they want to scatter
N****s they talkin' s***, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees, watch them n****s freeze
Don't give a f***, take off my shirt n****
No Limit on my back, back
But n****s they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherf***er how why'all gonna fade that
The real f***in' click, ain't no love for why'all dubs
N****s think we slangin' dubs
N**** we slangin' tapes to you n****s across the world
N****s that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
But I don't give a f*** cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck n**** you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
N****s slangin' that dope motherf***er get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
'Cause my click don't give a f*** cause they ready to shoot s***
Up but n**** you better duck n****
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River
[Chorus]
The song "Use Me Up" by UGK and Master P is a classic hip-hop track with raw lyrics that paint a gritty picture of the street life. The lyrics focus on the hustler mentality and the violent nature of street life, as the artists boast about their drug dealing businesses and their willingness to use weapons to protect their territory. In the first verse, the artists use a military metaphor, referring to themselves as soldiers in a war, ready to fight and kill their enemies. In the second verse, Master P boasts of his dominance over the drug trade in New Orleans and his use of violence to maintain his power. The chorus of the song emphasizes the artists' desire to be left alone, to do their thing and to make money, without interference from anyone else.
One interesting fact about this song is that it was released on UGK's album "Super Tight..." in 1994, which was the same year that Master P's label, No Limit Records, released its first album, "The Ghetto's Tryin to Kill Me!" The song showcases the gritty, underbelly of southern hip hop, which was a signature sound for both UGK and No Limit Records. Another interesting fact is that the beat of the song was produced by KLC, a producer and member of Master P's production team, Beats by the Pound. KLC's beats were a defining sound of the No Limit era of hip hop. The song has been sampled on several other tracks, including Lil Wayne's "Let the Beat Build" and Jay-Z's "Kingdom Come".
The song also has a notable guitar riff which appears intermittently throughout the track. The riff is heavily based on a sample from Roy Ayers "Everybody Loves the Sunshine." The sample has been used in several other hip hop tracks including "Get By" by Talib Kweli and "Love is Blind" by Eve. Another interesting fact is that the song's lyrics have been used as a blueprint for several other rap songs in the genre, including those by Juvenile and Lil Wayne.
The chord progression of the song is not known as it is a rap song and typically does not have a traditional chord structure. The song's instrumental is driven by a heavy bassline, a funky guitar riff, and drum loops.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, ah, da
Preparing for action, getting ready
(Are you ready for this) Err
Asking if everyone is prepared for what is coming next
The Ice Cream Man
Referring to oneself as a powerful figure, in control
(Are you ready for this)
Reiterating the question of readiness
It's bad like my high
The situation is intense and overwhelming, just like the artist's drug-induced euphoria
(Are you ready for this)
Continuing to inquire about readiness
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
The singer's loyal gang members are ready to act with aggression, identifying themselves with the No Limit label
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-are-you
Displaying dominance and authority, challenging others to reveal their true selves
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Affirming loyalty and commitment, emphasizing determination
Time to go to war, ugh
Preparing for battle, indicating a shift to confrontational actions
[Master P]
Introducing the voice of Master P
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
Asserting control over the neighborhood, having a gang of ruthless individuals causing fear and frustration to others
And chicken nuts, n****s slangin' with cuts
Engaging in drug dealing, specifically selling crack cocaine
Ready to bust on you cluckers
Ready to attack and harm those who oppose or disrespect
On you n****s that sick cause we sicker
Outshining and overpowering rivals who are already deemed formidable
N****s slangin' flickers
Continuing to sell drugs, likely referencing the sale of fake/flickering jewelry
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n****s
Enjoying success and prosperity amidst poverty-stricken areas, accompanied by loyal friends
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
Engaged in the profitable illegal trade of selling drugs and smaller units of narcotics
N****s ain't f***in' with dirty sacks
Other individuals cannot compete with the singer's high-quality and potent drugs
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
Continuing to thrive in the drug trade, specifically referring to larger quantities of narcotics
But y'all n****s don't know that
Acknowledging that others are unaware of the artist's hidden actions and success
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
Asserting a fearsome and dangerous persona, indicating a willingness to commit violent acts
You f***in' with a n**** that don't give a f*** about you
Warning that the singer lacks concern or empathy towards those who oppose them
Or your b**** cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Not caring about others' relationships, threatening to act in a deranged and violent manner
Like Michael, load this f***in' rifle
Comparing oneself to Michael Myers, the fictional character known for his violent and relentless pursuits, and preparing a firearm for use
Start blastin' at b****es motherf***er, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Initiating an attack against enemies, emphasizing the singer's unstable and dangerous state of mind
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Representing their affiliation with a specific neighborhood and indicating a readiness to commit acts of violence
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a n**** not playin' with a full deck
Emphasizing a lack of mental stability, warning others to be aware of the artist's unpredictable behavior
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Causing physical harm and intimidation while simultaneously seeking to profit from others' misfortunes
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
Threatening severe physical harm, intending to cause fear and subjugation
F***in' field cats and chat
Engaging in promiscuous behavior and disregarding idle gossip or small talk
No Limit n****, real n****, who
Affirming their affiliation with the No Limit brand, asserting authenticity and questioning others' credibility
Don't give a f*** when you dead and gone
Showing a lack of concern for others, even after their demise
Motherf***er you feel my bucks from my chrome
Insinuating that others will experience the power and force of the artist's firearms
[Hook]
Transitioning to the hook
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Demanding personal space, warning others to recognize the artist's authority
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Insisting on others respecting the singer's unique style and image
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh
Repeating the demand for personal space and recognition
[Master P]
Returning to Master P's perspective
Goin' pack me with a n**** with no bread
Refusing to associate with individuals who lack financial resources
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Insulting someone's appearance and threatening to cause severe harm or death
Don't give a f*** about chu' n****s, piss on ya forehead
Expressing complete disregard and contempt for others, disrespecting them in a demeaning manner
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
Identifying their geographical allegiance and specialization in selling drugs, specifically referring to crack cocaine
But n****s they slangin' that hoo rock
Acknowledging the presence of competing drug dealers who sell low-quality narcotics
But n****s they want to boo dock, that buddha
Describing the usage of drugs like marijuana (buddha) or heroin (boo dock) by others
N**** a quarter, of water
Referring to oneself as a major player in the drug trade, dealing substantial amounts of narcotics
But y'all n****s late cause I done took over New Orleans
Claiming complete dominance and control over the city of New Orleans in terms of drug distribution
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Encompassing all areas of the city, declaring their presence and influence throughout
Motherf***ers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
Asserting the inevitable risk of death for young individuals involved in street life and crime
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Reiterating their capacity for violence and chaos, embracing a dangerous and unstable persona
Never givin' a f***, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Expressing a complete lack of concern for others while focusing on personal financial gain
Before I leave this truck
Indicating a determination to accumulate wealth and success before exiting the illegal drug trade
Got these killers watchin' me
Being under constant surveillance and protection of loyal and ruthless associates
N****s not pockin' me
Causing fear and intimidation in others, ensuring they do not oppose or threaten the singer
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Referring to specific individuals who possess powerful and deadly firearms, establishing their capability for violence
Big Boz come with rah rah, n****s with sah sah
Referring to associates or friends who bring aggression and are prepared to engage in violent confrontations
KR hooked up the track so what the f*** why'all didn't realize
Giving credit to KR, the producer, for their contribution to the song, questioning why others failed to recognize their talent
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Returning to a confrontational mindset, ready to fight and overcome adversaries without fear
Get my tic tac and make ya motherf***in' head rattle
Asserting their ability to inflict injury and pain, using a euphemism for a small explosive to illustrate the impact of their actions
Like an ostrich, n**** you want some sausage
Mocking and belittling others, using absurd comparisons to emphasize their perceived superiority
Meet me in the French Quarter
Challenging others to meet and confront them in a bustling area known for its lively atmosphere
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
Spending time with individuals from a specific neighborhood known for its street-wise and enterprising residents
And they bout it, n****s we rowdy
Confirming the loyalty and readiness for action of their associates, emphasizing their rowdy and unpredictable nature
Never givin' a f***, we started this bout it, bout it
Reinforcing their carefree and aggressive attitude, claiming to be the originators of a particular lifestyle or movement
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Challenging others who claim to embody a similar attitude, questioning their authenticity
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
Asserting their intimidating and frightening presence, suggesting others are afraid of them
B**** talkin' s***, you and ya b**** I ain't afraid of ya
Refusing to be intimidated or fearful of someone who is speaking negatively or attempting to provoke conflict
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, n****s we smokin' them quarters
Engaging in illegal activities to acquire wealth, emphasizing the sale and consumption of illegal drugs
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow
Observing drug addicts using diluted drugs while the artist continues to sell narcotics unrestricted, highlighting their dedication and urgency in making money
[Chorus]
Moving into the chorus of the song
[Master P]
Returning to Master P's perspective
N****s comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Warning that others who behave deceptively or maliciously will face consequences and retribution
Be whippin' n****s a** like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
Promising to defeat and overpower adversaries in a forceful and humiliating manner, using a metaphorical comparison to emphasize superiority
I'll pop off batter but n****s they want to scatter
Making threats and initiating fights, causing others to flee or disperse in fear
N****s they talkin' s***, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Responding to individuals who engage in disrespectful speech, asserting that the singer is protected by heavily armed individuals
Up the trees, watch them n****s freeze
Surprising enemies, leaving them immobilized and terrified
Don't give a f***, take off my shirt n****
Showing complete disregard for personal safety, expressing fearlessness and a willingness to engage in physical altercations
No Limit on my back, back
Claiming alliance with the No Limit brand, indicating their unyielding dedication and support
But n****s they pullin' that sack, sack
Referencing others who engage in illegal activities, insinuating that they are inferior and less successful
TRU against my stomach motherf***er how why'all gonna fade that
Asserting unwavering loyalty and dedication to their cause, challenging others to oppose or question their commitment
The real f***in' click, ain't no love for why'all dubs
Declaring their group as authentic and genuine, rejecting any affiliation or compassion towards rivals
N****s think we slangin' dubs
Correcting false assumptions made by others, clarifying that they are not involved in petty disputes or insignificant dealings
N**** we slangin' tapes to you n****s across the world
Engaging in the distribution and sale of mixtapes or albums, targeting a global audience
N****s that squirrel, I got that girl
Continuing to generate income by selling drugs, specifically referring to cocaine ('girl')
My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
Highlighting the involvement of a trusted associate who possesses high-quality heroin ('boy') and ecstasy ('whirl')
But I don't give a f*** cause I be sick like Suzy
Expressing defiance and indifference, claiming to be mentally and physically powerful like the fictional character Suzy from the movie 'Freaks'
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Displaying ownership of a powerful firearm and asserting readiness to engage in violence with extended ammunition
Run and duck n**** you fried
Issuing a warning to an enemy, suggesting they will meet a violent end if they do not flee or hide
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
Describing the absence of compassion or kindness in their environment, indicating a pervasive and hostile atmosphere
The projects from uptown to downtown to across the river
Referring to impoverished housing areas, indicating their presence and influence across different sections of the city
N****s slangin' that dope motherf***er get cho' head twisted
Warning individuals involved in drug dealing that they will face dire consequences that will affect their mental well-being
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
Threatening severe harm or death as a consequence of crossing them, suggesting a preference for using firearms ('chrome') over showing mercy
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
Portraying oneself as a successful and influential figure within the housing projects, drawing a parallel to the notorious gangster Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Warning that any attempt to confront or challenge them aggressively will be seen as foolish and result in severe consequences
'Cause my click don't give a f*** cause they ready to shoot s***
Expressing complete disregard for consequences, emphasizing the preparedness of their group to engage in violent acts
Up but n**** you better duck n****
Advising others to take evasive action to avoid harm and death, indicating that they will not hesitate to attack
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River
Issuing a chilling threat, implying that the singer has the means and intent to dispose of enemies by dumping their lifeless bodies in the Mississippi River
[Chorus]
Returning to the chorus of the song
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, P. MILLER
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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I got a girl and she treat me fine
But the homies all think that I'm losing my mind
I'm tripping and I know it cause I'm all nerved up
Cause everytime I go to sleep, I see this big ol' butt
See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars
But she treat me so good that she be driving my car
And everyday it get better, I can't lie
Went to the house and she made me some hot potato pie
All my friends be saying, "She ain't nothing but a scrub"
But she make me feel high like I'm, hooked on drugs
So I give her what she need, and what's done is done
But I'm a special kind of fool but ayo it don't bother me none
I can't help myself, I know that I'm tripping
But she got it going on like Kentucky Fried Chicken
So everytime she ask me for my, credit card
You know she get it 'cause ya know that... (Chill, C) I know, G
I used to be the playa, now I'm getting pimped
I used to be hard, now I'm living all limp
Why I let her play me? You can't understand!
So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...
[Chorus]
I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Oh, you can just keep using me...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
I been to the mountain top, and down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL ain't find no finer hoe
Not much no finer girl, but one that treat me so sweet
Rub my back, when I'm so' and cook me something good to eat
She worked me so hard 'til I, hurt my back
So I'm passing out them ducats and them, Kroger sacks
And everybody wondering why I smile all day
All the girls wanna know why I won't give 'em the play
My ol' girl called me, axe me why I wanna diss her
I told her 'cause her loving ain't better than her sister
I can't get enough, the bad got me stuck
I give her all my money and she always do me up
Bun say I'm tripping out, and Byrd say I'm tripping, too
But this time I just can't LISTEN to my whole crew
Cause back in the day, I vowed to never change my pimp game
But '92 came around, and thangs go insane
I gotta get my thang back on track
But the mo' I try to stay away, the mo' I comes back
Why I let her play me? You can't understand!
So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...
[Chorus]
I-yi-yi-yi-I, said brother, if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep using me...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up
I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin used
Oh, you can just keep usin me...
Until you use me up...
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
To sum it all up, I'm breaking ALL my rules
Cause she got me dropping off her little brother to school
I be getting bills, and stubs from checks
I work all day, just to spend it on sex
But all that really matters is I'm happy, dude
And I be happy long as I get good soul food
UGK saying peace out, and plenty of luck
And she could keep using Pimp C
Uh, just a use me up!
[Outro: Bill Withers (Pimp C)]
Ah-hah well oh, BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)
@jereeck125
LEGENDS NEVER DIE !💯
@jonathanzuniga3681
It's 2021 and we still vibing to UGK. RIP Pimp
@tonjafortson2674
8-6-2022
@scenariomckinney
9-10-2022
@doZerBoy
1-15-2023
@jodygarcia9892
Pimps never die
@Jack-fh6im
8/31/23 long live Pimp!!! UGK4LIFE
@pepstalynn
Highly underrated UGK track
@anthonyburn1010
Love this song, reminds me of just how deep fried southern rap can be. Perfect
@RedPillVegan
I’m really feeling the vibe of this video. I’ve known this song forever but the sets, the props, the crew, the whole thing is iconic and classic