2Pac – Hit 'Em Up Lyrics | Genius Lyrics
[Chorus: 2Pac]
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
Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah)

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil' homies ride
On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!


[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; I hit 'em up!
[Verse 4: Kadafi]
I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil' 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 click 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 and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked

[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
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 Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' 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, hahahaha
They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job?
We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it

Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?
You're fuckin' with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up

This is 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 their mouth
With a motherfuckin' opinion

Well, this is how we gonna 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 shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas 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!

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Arguably the most memorable diss track of the East Coast–West Coast rivalry; 2Pac and The Outlawz take aim at The Notorious B.I.G., 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 VladTV, Outlawz rappers Young Noble and E.D.I. Mean said that 2Pac planned this diss record while he was in prison. Shakur began recording the track in May 1996 at the Cam-Am studios in Los Angeles—he enlisted the help of collaborator Johnny J, who produced several tracks on 1995’s Me Against the World and 1996’s All Eyez On Me. For this record, Johnny sampled the bassline from Dennis Edwards‘ May 1984 track, “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. Interestingly, this wasn’t the only Death Row video to take shots at the East Coast—Tha Dogg Pound also recorded a video for their track, “New York, New York,” in retaliation to their trailer being shot at while on set in New York City.

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.

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Interscope Records
Recorded At
Can-Am Studios (Tarzana, CA)
Release Date
June 4, 1996
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the best diss track ever

+469

One of the best diss tracks of all time. Sucks how Biggie and Pac never squashed their beef. You could tell Biggie wanted to, but because of Pac’s aggression, he didn’t want to.

+249

There are three great dis tracks in rap/hip-hop. Nas' “Ether” was such a game-changing uppercut that it became a verb-nowadays people say things like “Jon Stewart Ethered Tucker Carlson.” Cube’s “No Vaseline” was a surgical dismantling, rap’s version of a Jet Li beatdown. Its precision strikes actually caused NWA to cease to exist. And “Hit ‘em Up” was Tupac as Wolverine, an unkillable swarm of violence and rage that left his targets confused and afraid, and unable to cope with the new face of rap beefing.

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tha realest

that’s a real diss track not like the drake/meek mill shit

+124

tupac was a crazy nigga threatning to kill biggie AND HIS MAMA >>>>>
now this is a DISS TRACK

+94

People be flipping out over Back to Back… this was a real diss track

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lolololol

Tupac I Miss you… ♥

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don_dada

“You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts” means that on Death Row Records at the time everyone got guns, from bodyguards to artists to ordinary working people, and Pac says it to emphasize Death Row being a real gangsta label (contrary to Bad Boy?). As Pac put it on the House of Blues “everybody on tha Row got cases, even the females, everybody on the Row got problems with the motherfucking law”.

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James

Kadafi, lyrically the best on this track, R.I.P dude.

Pac, you were the man. Grateful I got chance to appreciate your music. Dear Mama, Keep Ya Head Up, White Mans World, Happy Home, some of the best songs ever written.

Fuck Orlando Anderson, some no-good worthless punk, funny how the world turns huh. R.I.P Pac…

“For everything I touch, you touch.”
“For every step I take, you take.”
“For every breath I breathe, you breathe.”

2pac & Outlawz – The Good Die Young

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MsGothicM
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Kadafi was an incredible rapper at the extremely young age of 19. For context, Eminem at 19 was only a “good” rapper, but he went on to become one of the best rappers of all time. Imagine what Kadafi might have become if he had lived.

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