Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Ambitionz Az a Ridah’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to f*ck with me
Got the police bustin’ at me
But they can’t do nothin’ to a G
(Let’s get ready to rumble)
Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
Got the police bustin’ at me
But they can’t do notin’ to a G
That get down for theirs
I constantly choose money over bitches
[Chorus]
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to f*ck with me
Stay on your grind nigga
Got the police bustin’ at me
But they can’t do nothin’ to a G
My ambitions as a ridah
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to f*ck with me
My ambitions as a ridah
Got the police bustin’ at me…
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
‘Cause life as a rap star is not’hin without heart
Was born ruff and rugged, addressin’ the mad public
My attitude was ‘f*ck it’ cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, ‘Go to the tele hoe’
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I’m barely broke
I’m smokin’ bomb ass weed feelin’ crucial
From player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
From hustlin’ them bread, to breakin’ motherfuckers to payin’
I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us
I’m on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I’m wishin’
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin’ (boo-yaa!)
I’m a ride though, clown hoes like it’s mandatory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it’s on and it’s on because I said so
Can’t trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin’ suspicious
Started plotin’ and planin’ on scemes to come and trick us
But Thug niggas be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it motherfuckers see me
These niggas is jealous cause deep in they hearts they want to be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin’ ya listen I catch you payin’ attention to my ambitions as a ridah
[Chorus]
(I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah)
It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward motherfuckers I despise
When it’s time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I’m ready to die right here tonight, and motherfucker they life
That’s what they screaming as they drill me, but I’m hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that’s all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I’d rather die before they catchin’ me, watch me bleed
Mama corrected me I’m suicidal thinkin’ thoughts
I’m innocent, said there will be bullets flyin’ when I’m caught
F*ck doin’ jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won’t get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin’ for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it’s time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
F*ck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah
[Chorus]
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin’ for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I’m back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switchin’ keys, sure as some bitches bleeds
Niggas will feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn’t finish, didn’t diminish my powers
So now I’m back to be a motherfucking menace, they cowards
That’s why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggas on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I’m back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I’ll have these motherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin’ much mail in jail, niggas tellin’ me to kill it
Knowin’ when I get out, they gonna feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
Then cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history will prove I been it, revenge on them niggas
that played me, and all the cowards that was down with it
Now it’s your nigga right beside ya
Hopin’ ya listenin’ I catch you payin’ attention to my ambitions as a ridah
[Repeat Chorus]