Lyrical Breakdown of N****z Done Started Something - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "N****z Done Started Something" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DMX weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "N****z Done Started Something" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that DMX employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to DMX's narrative.

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Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York City, know only way to play is gritty I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 My whole comity like to puff L's and look jiggy Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young, but I done did shit that you won't do So go ahead with the bullshit you blab about going through I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? Protecting you? But they'll murder you, player Don status, nigga we getting chipsesis And bad bitchsesis, fronting in eclipses Yo, Mase and The Lox We taking knots from the out of state spots Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot You don't really wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye The rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a Islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays with niggas names on it Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doing 'em Then I'm beating 'em down with aluminum Then I'm putting two in 'em You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggas done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggas done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggas done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggas done started something Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa Rica, sipping margaritas wit a mami Cleaning my Tommy, showing love to my army Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em Yeah I hear niggas, but I still don't feel 'em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing us My 16's be so real, you can feel 'em in your vain Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face We started from the bottom You'll see beg niggas pardon, whatever We can do it at the Garden Word life, this shit is real big I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs Green backs from drugs, get whacked for the love Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only getting up, splitting up your anatomy Official lock family, grants niggas handing me I want the finer things, and I hope you understanding me Sitting at the table, planning and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle And y'all niggas done started something Acting invincible like you God or something If you God, then I'mma makes a lot 'til you rot And if you a player, then play for everything you got And if you a thug, then start busting off shots And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggas done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggas done started something Don't came at me with no bullshit, use caution 'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got niggas fearing, fuck what you heard, this what you hearing How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet 'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood A positive ID is impossible, so you know John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on yo' toe Now who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen So you got what you came for What's that? Surgery with the chainsaw, I hit the fucking streets 'Cause like I said before ain't nothing going down until I eat Motherfuckers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches Well, I'm testing bitches game, addressing bitches, and caressing bitches And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels What I'm dealing with is all devils, fucking with snakes Running wit niggas you call rebels I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas That come through and worry niggas 30 niggas that like to bury niggas And scary niggas get it all the time 'Cause what they got is all of mine Your man was talking shit until I pulled the nine And if I don't know you, I don't fuck with you And if you with my man, then he getting stuck with you And gave it the money 'Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line Sent his back through his chest Then I tossed the nine, boss of crime Black Gotti, I stack bodies with the black shotty Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty Get it