“Party Up” by DMX is a good example of a video that could have pretty much gone with any song, and it sort of wrecks the song that they decided to use it for. In my opinion, “Party Up” is completely about a guy cookin’ up a big pot of revenge and getting ready to go out and do damage. Like you know in the Rambo movies when they get dressed for an hour because they have so many knives and guns and holsters and stuff. They tie on headbands and clip hand grenades and sandwiches to their shirts and get all greasy and ready to fight.
That’s what DMX should have been doing instead of running in and out of a fool bank with a silly hat on. Had zero to do with the song. Might as well have shown him getting into a mix up at the Jiffy Lube because he had a coupon but the dude said it was only good on Tuesday and DMX was all: “I’m DMX and it is Tuesday if I say it is, oil boy!” And then oil boy said fine and said he would do the oil change at the discounted rate but when DMX went into the little waiting room he went to get some coffee and it was all burnt and he went nuts and yelled at everyone. That would be better than the bank robbery one.
Please note I have added a tag called: “Acadia’s Genius Ideas” and slapped that bad boy right on this. I better not see a Jiffy Lube video any time soon… Video and lyrics after the jump.
[Chorus:]
Y’all gon’ make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y’all gon’ make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y’all gon’ make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y’all gon’ make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here
[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it’s gonna be quick, a’ight
All your mens up in the jail before suck my ****
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, done quick
How the **** you gonna cross the dog with some bum ****? A’ight
There go the gun click, nine-one-one ****
All over some dumb ****, ain’t that some ****?
Y’all *****s remind me of a strip club ’cause every time
You come around, it’s like (what) I just gotta get my **** sucked
And I don’t know who the **** you think you talkin’ to
But I’m not him, a’ight, slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon’ find yourself buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn’t have been the issue, or maybe
They just sayin’ that now ’cause they miss you
****, a ***** tried to diss you
That’s why you layin’ on your back, lookin’ at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin’ the truth and it hurts
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Off the chain, I leave *****s soft in the brain
‘Cause *****s still want the fame off the name
First of all, you ain’t rapped long enough
To be ****in’ with me, and you, you ain’t strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin’ on that got you think that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite; should I smack him with my **** and the mic?
Y’all *****s is characters, not even good actors
What’s gon’ be the outcome? Hmm, let’s add up all the factors
You whack, you’re twisted, your girl’s a ho
You’re broke, the kid ain’t yours, and everybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, “So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go.”
I’m tired of weak-*** *****s whinin’ over puss
That don’t belong to them; **** is wrong with them?
They **** it up for real *****s like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man
[Chorus]
[DMX]
I bring down rain so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin’, put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin’, lest you tryin’ to end up red
‘Cause if I end up fed, y’all end up dead
‘Cause you’s a soft-type *****
Fake up-North-type *****
Push like a soft white *****
Dog is a dog, blood’s thicker than water
We done been through the mud, and we quick to the slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, everybody come out, don’t nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I’m a keep the gun out
***** runnin’ his mouth, I’m a blow his lung out
Listen, yo’ *** is about to be missin’
You know who gon’ find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin’
Grandma wishin’ your soul’s at rest
But it’s hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Hold up!
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon’ meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers gon’ meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies gon’ meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street, street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside, ************
X is got y’all bouncin’ again
Bouncin’ again, bounce-bouncin’ again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin’ again
Bouncin’ again, bounce-bouncin’ again
Swizz Beatz got y’all bouncin’ again
Bouncin’ again, bounce-bouncin’ again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y’all bouncin’ again (DMX)
Bouncin’ again, bounce-bouncin’ again
Dark Man X keep you bouncin’ again
Bouncin’ again, bounce-bouncin’ again
Dark Man X keep you bouncin’ again
Bouncin’ again, bounce-bouncin’ again
All my streets – they bouncin’ again
Bouncin’ again, we’re bouncin’ again
Swizz Swizz Beatz, we bouncin’ again
Bouncin’ again, and we bouncin’ again
Double R, keep it comin’, ain’t nothin’ y’all can do
Ain’t nothin’ y’all can do now
Friday Nineties – Vengaboys – We Like to Party
Friday Nineties – P.M. Dawn – Set Adrift on Memory Bliss
Friday Nineties – Puff Daddy & Faith Evans featuring 112 – I’ll Be Missing You
Friday Nineties – 4 Non-Blondes – What’s Up
Oh my god. This one time, I was at a jiffy lube, and I just wanted an oil change. But you know, they’re always going to try to upsell you, and this guy was giving me the hard sell. He was a bit older than the usual mid-20s jiffy-luber, probably mid to late 40s, and he had the stink of failure on him, but he was going to cleanse himself of it, one unneeded air filter sale at a time. So this guy, he’s trying to tell me that my antifreeze needed to be changed. I had just had my radiator flushed, and new coolant put in, less than two months prior. At my real mechanics shop (Bills Ineffable Automotive Rehabilitation, in Metuchen, NJ). But this guy was insisting, no no. You need new anti freeze. After all (draws some out of the radiator into that clear tester that they use) look at this anti-freeze, it’s all diluted. It’s supposed to look like that (points to a clear bottle of undiluted anti-freeze). Right. I ask what it was testing at…he looks flustered, and tells me it tested to -20f, but that could be thrown off by dirty coolant. So I ask if it looked dirty, he tried to cover…finally I said look man, if you can pull up your car and show me that you have undiluted antifreeze in there, you can flush my radiator and replace it with whatever you want.
In other words, Acadia…I relate, bro. I relate.
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Solid.
You should have had a big machete.
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