Hit 'Em Up
Outlawz, 2Pac, Tupac Shakur
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Yeah Ayo I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up Y'all about to go crazy They try to ban this song They don't wanna play my song But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day (What) Come on, come on (take money) Come on, come on (take money) Come on, come on (take money) What's up niggas First off, f*ck your bitch and the click 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 Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin' ta 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 yo' jewels Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules Lil' 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 f*ck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so f*ck peace I let them niggaz know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed F*ck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit em' up (Take money) Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money) West Coast, what's up? (take money) What's up Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got shot 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 murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous 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 tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up Oh Call the cops, when you see Tupac Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit em' up Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz 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 niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me? I'm a self made millionaire Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house Now it's 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 A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up I'm from N-E-W Jers' Where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Copping pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f*ck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass East coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a, beat biter A Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser About to get murdered for the paper E.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke nigga, better be known We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping, it's a battle lost I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit em up Oh oh Hah yeah We hit 'em up Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Come on with the next shit Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit em' up That's right Go Yo Y'all gotta keep this shit real
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Written by: Dennis Lambert, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Johnny Lee Jackson, Malcolm Greenidge, Bruce Washington, Frannie Golde, Duane S. Hitchings
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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12 facts about this song
Diss Track"Hit 'Em Up" is considered one of the most blistering diss tracks in hip hop history. It is primarily targeted at 2Pac's rivals, including The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy, and their label, Bad Boy Records.
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Released PosthumouslyEven though "Hit 'Em Up" was recorded while 2Pac was still alive, it was released posthumously as part of the double album "Death Row's Greatest Hits" in 1996.
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Recording StudioThe song was recorded at Can-Am Studios in LA. The Outlawz, a hip hop group that 2Pac was part of, made significant contributions to the track.
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Impact & ControversyThe track is renowned for its explicit content and profanity. It fueled the East Coast-West Coast feud in the 90s.
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Unusual FormatInstead of a normal song structure, "Hit 'Em Up" has five verses and no chorus. Each verse is rapped by a different member of The Outlawz, with 2Pac performing the first and last.
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Billboard Hot 100Despite not being officially released as a single, the song still managed to reach number 84 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
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RecognitionRolling Stone Magazine listed "Hit 'Em Up" as one of the 20 greatest diss tracks of all time.
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Music VideoThe music video features Tupac and his group, the Outlawz, chasing and assaulting a Biggie lookalike. It garnered notable commercial and critical attention.
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Subsequent ParodiesThe song, particularly the video, has been parodied by many artists. These include Eminem in his song "The Warning," released in 2009, and Tory Lanez in his music video for "The Most High," released in 2020.
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Final Diss Song"Hit 'Em Up" is the final diss track from Tupac before his death in a drive-by shooting on September 7, 1996. It remains a classic and significant part of his legacy.
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Sampled songThe track is laced with samples, primarily from "Don't Look Any Further" by Dennis Edwards.
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Cover VersionIn 2002, Ja Rule released a cover version of "Hit 'Em Up", featuring various artists. The cover has been notably criticized for allegedly not capturing the ethos and raw energy of the original.
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