My Name
Xzibit; Eminem; Nate Dogg Lyrics
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I don't know what the fuck to call it
But no beef
What up, X?
Just hit 'em
I float like Big's spirit in this bitch, I'm ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over me
To do war and try to bring my crew back down
I'll never stoop to that level to do that now
I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin' two gats out
With bullets, I finally got somethin' to shoot at now
Let's see who got they city on lock
Let's see who got the better aim with the Glock
Let's see who come out on top
Let's see who really want their name in the streets
Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet
Now was I blessed with a gift or cursed with a curse?
I follow hearse after hearse, spit verse after verse
And I'll be damned if I let Billy "Dance" Dupri
Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now
I love it when you niggas be talkin', sayin' my name
Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game
Hurt you so long, you'll be addicted to pain
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name
Why do you hate me? (Hate me)
I came from nothin', blood sweat and tears, you did not create me
How can you doubt me? (Doubt me)
You don't know shit about me, there'd be no West Coast without me
Cut with the bullshit (bullshit)
I struggle for survival and now you tryna act like my rival
Watch what you say, partner, it's a small earth
Don't play games with your life, nigga, it's not worth
All the pain (all the pain), all the agony (all the agony)
All the horror (all the horror), all the tragedy (all the tragedy)
Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now
I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile
Threaten my life? (Come on)
One day you'll understand
They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man
So who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in front of you
I love it when you niggas be talkin', sayin' my name
Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game
Hurt you so long, you'll be addicted to pain
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name
I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him
Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him
I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him
I could have been like Treach, poom-papped and slapped him
Purple, for mimicking him with two rappin' Urkels
I could of snapped, took it past rap and hurt you
But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you
I square dance 'cause I'm sick of rappin' circles
Around these clowns, steady tryna call me out
It's like I'm listening to motherfuckin' dogs meow
You'd probably do better tryna come and stomp me out
You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about, come on
(I) No gangsta, you ain't either
(Will) But I know that I spit ether
(Not) I shit across your belly
(Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly
X, pass me the weed
I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man
Watch your fuckin' mouth
I love it when you niggas be talkin', sayin' my name
Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game
Hurt you so long, you'll be addicted to pain
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name
It's the last time, man
I'm through
The lyrics of Xzibit, Eminem, and Nate Dogg's song "My Name" are a statement about the state of hip-hop in the early 2000s, where there was a lot of talk and posturing but no real beef. The song is about the rappers' disregard for those who talk about them behind their backs, and their desire to prove themselves as the top dog in the rap game. The lyrics are full of bravado and confidence, with the rappers insisting that they are the best and that anyone who doubts them will suffer the consequences.
In the first verse, Eminem likens himself to the late Notorious B.I.G. and boasts that he has something to shoot at now, indicating that his critics are providing him with fodder for his rhymes. In the second verse, Xzibit challenges his would-be rivals to a contest to see who has the better aim with a gun, suggesting that he is willing to take things to a violent level. In the third verse, Nate Dogg supports his fellow rappers, insisting that he is responsible for the West Coast hip-hop scene and demanding respect.
The chorus of the song sees the rappers daring anyone to say their name, suggesting that they are not afraid of anyone who would challenge them. The song ends with Eminem declaring that he is through with anyone who would try to disrespect him.
Line by Line Meaning
This ain't beef, man
This isn't a conflict, man
I don't know what the fuck to call it
I'm not sure how to label it
But no beef
But it's not a feud either
What up, X?
What's going on, X?
Just hit 'em
Just attack them
I float like Big's spirit in this bitch, I'm ghostly
I move around like Biggie's spirit, I'm invisible
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
Hurry up and attack me, you won't survive to insult me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
I'd rather be beaten up by Moby than let someone in prison belittle me
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over me
If I allowed a prisoner to dominate me like Bis did in a movie scene
To do war and try to bring my crew back down
To start a war and attempt to destroy my team
I'll never stoop to that level to do that now
I won't lower myself to their level anymore
I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin' two gats out
I have a new gun, this time I'm using two weapons
With bullets, I finally got somethin' to shoot at now
Now that I have bullets, I have an actual target to shoot at
Let's see who got they city on lock
Let's find out who controls their city
Let's see who got the better aim with the Glock
Let's see who has better accuracy with a handgun
Let's see who come out on top
Let's see who wins in the end
Let's see who really want their name in the streets
Let's see who truly wants to be recognized in the streets
Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet
Let's see who wants to die together and end their problems
Now was I blessed with a gift or cursed with a curse?
I'm unsure if my talent is a blessing or a curse
I follow hearse after hearse, spit verse after verse
I attend many funerals and create many songs
And I'll be damned if I let Billy "Dance" Dupri
And I won't let Billy "Dance" Dupri
Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now
Or anyone attack my family, so now
I love it when you niggas be talkin', sayin' my name
I enjoy hearing you talk and say my name
Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
Your words don't seem to be coming from your brain
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
It's 2003, and things have changed
Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain
You need a weapon, my friend, it's simple and clear
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game
Show some courage and let's have a fair fight
Hurt you so long, you'll be addicted to pain
I'll inflict pain on you for so long that you'll become addicted
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
I don't want to hear your excuse or reasoning
Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name
Before you die, remember my name
Why do you hate me? (Hate me)
What's the reason you dislike me?
I came from nothin', blood sweat and tears, you did not create me
I came from humble beginnings, you didn't make me who I am
How can you doubt me? (Doubt me)
Why do you question my abilities?
You don't know shit about me, there'd be no West Coast without me
You don't know anything about me, without me, there would be no West Coast rap scene
Cut with the bullshit (bullshit)
Stop with the nonsense
I struggle for survival and now you tryna act like my rival
I worked hard to survive and now you're trying to compete with me
Watch what you say, partner, it's a small earth
Be careful what you say, friend, the world is small
Don't play games with your life, nigga, it's not worth
Don't take risks with your life, it's not worth it
All the pain (all the pain), all the agony (all the agony)
All the suffering, all the distress
All the horror (all the horror), all the tragedy (all the tragedy)
All the terror, all the calamity
Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now
Get ready to fight, people, it's time
I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile
I'll punch hard enough to leave marks in your chest
Threaten my life? (Come on)
You're threatening my life? (Let's see)
One day you'll understand
One day you'll comprehend
They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man
Some say that being prideful is foolish
So who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Who do you think you're addressing?
Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in front of you
I'm here in person, right in front of you
I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him
I never really attacked Jermaine, Dre did
Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him
Nobody joined Dre until he returned and beat Jermaine up
I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him
I never truly fought him, I just hit him
I could have been like Treach, poom-papped and slapped him
I could have acted like Treach and punched and slapped him
Purple, for mimicking him with two rappin' Urkels
The color purple, which is the same shade as Jaleel White's character on Family Matters, for imitating him
I could of snapped, took it past rap and hurt you
I could have lost my temper and caused physical harm
But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you
But I didn't, I kept it in my songs and dissed you
I square dance 'cause I'm sick of rappin' circles
I'm tired of rapping back and forth and want to fight instead
Around these clowns, steady tryna call me out
These buffoons keep trying to challenge me
It's like I'm listening to motherfuckin' dogs meow
It's like I'm hearing something impossible, like dogs meowing
You'd probably do better tryna come and stomp me out
It would be more effective if you tried to physically attack me instead
You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about, come on
You don't want to compete with me in rap, this is my specialty, bring it on
(I) No gangsta, you ain't either
I'm not a gangster, and neither are you
(Will) But I know that I spit ether
But I know I'm a great rapper
(Not) I shit across your belly
I'll humiliate you
(Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly
I'll prove that I'm not like R. Kelly, who mistreated women
X, pass me the weed
X, hand me the marijuana
I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man
I'll put out my cigarette on his rear end for the final time
Watch your fuckin' mouth
Be careful of what you say
It's the last time, man
This is the final chance
I'm through
I'm finished
Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alvin Nathaniel Joiner, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Nathaniel Dwayne Hale
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MrStan713
Nate Dogg was without a doubt the king of hooks.. HOLY FUCK
@yovanni813
god lord of hooks
@clarencehart3796
@AyoGabos
+Vision-Gaming Nate Dogg and 50 , GOATS
@shadiest8516
T pain fans will argue you. But I agree. Nate d o double g
@Martin-rn2iu
Not a hit till Nate dog in it
@alexferrier5732
X and Em collabs always were smooth as fuck, I wish they released more songs together. Oh and Nate slayed the hook as always. Hip hop royalty right here with this song.
@chadunderwood2350
Dre and em working with x on his new album...
@TSMPimpDaddyPain
@@chadunderwood2350 if that's true that is great news!
@joshuaha7661
@@chadunderwood2350 I hope that's true, Xzibit is criminally underrated.