Hit ’Em Up Lyrics
(Sucker-ass) I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money)
Westside, Bad Boy killers (Take money, you know)
You know who the realest is, niggas (Take money)
We bring it too (That's aight, haha)
(Take money) Haha
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, fuck yo' bitch and the clique you claim
Westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A., some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll 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 the streets, so fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (Uh-huh, yeah)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
[Interlude: 2Pac & Hussein Fatal]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (Take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this track (Take money)
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level, I'ma let my lil' homies ride (Take money)
On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (Ayo, ayo, hold the fuck up, yeah; take money)
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of 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 your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty, sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of the menace
Nigga, we hit 'em up
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And begged a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Uh
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little Cease, I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped, get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked (Haha)
[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell ya to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Lil' Caesar in a choke
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
Nigga, I hit 'em up
[Outro: 2Pac]
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahaha
They don't wanna see us (Take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us (Take money)
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money) We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it (Take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us? (Take money)
You lil' young-ass motherfuckers (Take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? (Take money)
You're fuckin' with me, nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (Take money)
You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
This how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
Now, when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
Well, this is how we gon' 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)
All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker!
My .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers!
We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothin' but killas and the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shits go triple and four-quadruple (Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas
About
Arguably the most memorable diss track of the East Coast–West Coast rivalry, 2Pac and The Outlawz hit up Biggie Smalls, P. Diddy, and Mobb Deep, with direct threats of violence.
2Pac’s feud with Biggie and Bad Boy was rooted in the 1994 shooting at the Quad Recording Studios. Shakur believed that Bad Boy Records were involved in his shooting because Biggie and Puff Daddy were at the studio the same night he was robbed and shot in the studio lobby. Months after the incident, Biggie released “Who Shot Ya?” while Tupac was incarcerated for sexual abuse allegations. Shakur was aggravated by the song and saw it as an insult, as noted in a 1995 Vibe interview.
In a June 2017 interview with DJ Vlad, Outlawz rappers E.D.I. Mean and Young Noble revealed that 2Pac planned this track while he was still in prison. He began recording in May 1996 at the Cam-Am studios in Los Angeles and enlisted the help of Johnny J, who had worked on several songs on both Me Against the World and All Eyez On Me. On this track, Johnny sampled the bassline from Dennis Edwards’s 1984 song, “Don’t Look Any Further,” and ‘Pac purposefully interpolated two songs from The Notorious B.I.G.’s group, Junior M.A.F.I.A.: 1995’s “Player’s Anthem” and “Get Money.”
On June 3, 1996, Shakur recorded a music video for the song with The Outlawz. The video was filmed inside a warehouse and featured satiric impersonations of Biggie, Puffy, and Lil' Kim.
This song spawned controversy and exacerbated the East Coast–West Coast rivalry even further. Biggie never responded directly but he took jabs at ‘Pac on “Long Kiss Goodnight.” Mobb Deep retaliated with their 1996 track, “Drop A Gem On ‘Em.”
2Pac extended his beef with the East Coast on tracks such as “Bomb First (My Second Reply)” and “Against All Odds” off of his November 1996 posthumous album, The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory.
Q&A
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Yes, “Hit Em Up” was performed live by 2Pac at The House of Blues on July 4, 1996, which was his last recorded performance before his death:
- 3.Temptations
- 5.Hail Mary
- 10.Trapped
- 11.Life Goes On
- 12.Hit ’Em Up
- 13.Troublesome ’96
- 16.I Get Around
- 17.Changes
- 18.California Love
- 21.Toss It Up
- 22.Dear Mama
- 23.All About U
- 25.Heartz of Men