Yukmouth is one of Hip-Hop's most gifted rhymers. The Oakland product has earned his reputation on a string of albums, guest spots, and battle raps/beefs that have proven he's not one to take lightly on the mic ever. In the late 1990s, Yuk partnered with the Houston-based Rap-A-Lot for what would be a remarkable solo run.
He co-founded the Luniz with Numskull and the duo broke through big in the mid-1990s with the stoner anthem "I Got 5 On It;" but Yuk's creativity sparked a solo career that's run for more than 20 years. Projects like Godzilla and The West Coast Don have cemented his legacy, but just in case you were sleepin,' we picked some of our favorite showcases of the Bay Area legend's rhyme writing.
Yukmouth definitely got bars.
Yuk and the Outlawz all shine here on an underrated track from his debut album. His Pacand affiliation runs deep, and he gets to go off here, while also standing strong alongside the legendary Shakur's crew, less than two years after Pac was gunned down.
CLASSIC VERSE:"Niggas used to hit me upTill they see that fuckin' RegimeStick me up, up in the skyFirebreatin' dragonNiggas bout to dieNiggas feel like ArmageddonWhen I be headin'And wait niggas up at they own weddingWith they own weaponsCounterfessonsGhetto lesson number one:Never try to go to war without your gun..."
Yuk and Game had bad blood ever since Game was still down with G-Unit. After Yukmouth made it clear he was no fan of 50 Cent, Game took aim at the Bay rhymer to rep for his crew. Yuk fired back with this heat rock after Game dropped "I Got A Mil On It" dissing the rapper.
CLASSIC VERSE:"You ain't a Compton blood, M.O.B. mobbed outHow you got a million when you living at your mom's house?On the Interscope DVD at your mom's houseSee me on my DVD drop coupe, rocked out!This nigga faker than Eminem on Wash houseCome down South to get knocked out, popped out!Watch Out! Make strategic movements, J Prince already ranThe G-Unit outta HoustonY'all niggas music, I peeped the blueprintSuge Knight slapped that nigga, he didn't do shit!Got slapped two different times, he didn't do shit!Disrespect the Eazy tattoo, you ain't Ruthless!Dropped the album with JT, that didn't do shit!Now he mister hard body since he with the UnitWanna beat my ass? Then prove it! What you gon' do?Sucker punch me and run, and D'mack for da gun?I don't play that!I'll put you in da coffin with nuns, prayin' for you, you ain't Eazy-E's son..."
Yuk's street sensibility was always obvious; his hustler tales come from a real place. In case you needed affirmation, he gave it to you on this classic from his first solo album. Nuff said.
CLASSIC VERSE:"See my fam is hungryEat a can of phony emcees, then dump they ass in San AntoniCuz niggas bologney like Oscar MyersMobb attireMakin cops retire the way I, hurdle over barber wireFence thisI pimp shitRelentlessThe Guinness Book World Record holder, for fuckin over the most bitchesRegime shit, the thug preachableIndividual-ly, put niggas faces up on the obitualsI was taught to get the doeIt's In My Blood since I was crawlin on the rugAnd pops was in the kitchen rockin up drugsYes sir!Back then, I knew who I was, a thugAnd still a thug until they make me feel the slugs, nigga..."
The murder of Tupac Shakur shocked Hip-Hop and the world, but no one felt it harder than the Bay Area. Yukmouth dropped this dedication to the fallen soldier, and while there was no shortage of Pac tributes in the late 1990s, this has to rank amongst the very best.
CLASSIC VERSE"Hey 'Pac we still ballin, congregate the bloodz and cuzVice Lords and Disciples, I got luv for thugsEven the hoodrats and scrugs that we duck in the clubSucka for love, I introduce bustin dem slugsHustlas and drugs, we all lust for money and fast carsThe life of a rap star, floatin in jaguarsBall with a rappa,learn how to stack tallMoney longer then Shaq y'all..."
A semi-compilation of excellent hardcore rhyme shit, UGOA, Vol. 2 also happens to include a scorcher of a Yuk verse on this underrated track. If you love West Coast lyricism, this is where you go. All about that Bay.
CLASSIC VERSE:"I'm the boss, so the bottles pop, models jock, flips cars off the lotThat transform like AutobotsPush a button and the top'll dropAnother button, I pop the glock, with bricks for the block to copI rep the Bay-BayKids move that pay-payGrab the mic, it's paydayDynamite, like J.J.Fuck a say-say, Imma do it the Bay wayImma swing the AKDrama king like Kay SlayAnd Imma a outlawLIke dude from Jersey2:30 move birdiesLIke I'm found in JerseyAnd I step with the Desi on the waistCuz the Presi got a 10K Bezzi on the faceOakland raider like Jerry RiceHeavy ice, sideways through every lightLet you know my Chevy tight712, 510, 310From Crenshaw to E one-fo'..."
Another showcase for straight up Cali rhyming, this is one of Yuk's best bars, hands-down. Spitting alongside a rhyme animal like Kurupt is no easy task, but the two emcees bring out the best in each other. And Yuk goes awf.
CLASSIC VERSE:"And to spit at a few clicks, rob motherfuckers who move bricksPop motherfuckers wit loose lipsBitches who snitch out's finna get hit, get put in a ditchYukmouth runnin, livin this shit"Ice Cream Man," I invented this shitAin't no gimmicks to this, my shit is rugged and hardcoreGive Killa Cali niggas what they starve forBring y'all war like, "What's the issue?"I shoot up everybody, even an ugly fat bitch tooIf I get you another shit on you ridiculousGive that nigga some tissue, let that bitch know, I'm ig'nant..."
Yuk's third album was, in many ways, his definitive showcase as a rhymer. And this super underrated track features some of his most impeccable lyricism, as he makes sure he lets you know nobody flosses quite like he can. Another highlight that features Kurupt (and Roscoe, doing his thing).
CLASSIC VERSE:"They call me GodzillaGargantua, tarantula, venom -- hot and handlerFlip cakes like spatulasThe Westside master. Diss me? You die fasterI have the South and West Coast blasting nines at chaThe spectacular -- Peter ParkerThe heater sparkerBeef starter, reefer sparker, who team is harder?I go hard in the paint like Vince CarterHarder than a dick in a strip parlorI spit lavaI make it drip harder than sherm sticks in waterAnd get my dick licked by chicks in PradaGet them dollazBounce like a six ImapalaDrink Cris til I piss the waterWith J. Prince the fatherOf the SouthYukmouth, the DonRoscoe, Kurupt, SaddamTaliban, Holy QuranImma show you how the WEst Coast rockWhen you can't leave your house without a vest and a glock..."
Every artist has industry battle stories. Yuk has no love for shady industry cats and on this track, he unloads his frustrations with flossing would-be "moguls" who are pimping artists for their talent.
CLASSIC VERSE:"Niggas ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house, starvin'Broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the southI'm weighed out, niggas somewhere in Germany, burnin' weedLearnin' these foreign languages, tourin'Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as steelI'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skillsI kill, niggas better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drillBut all you muthafuckaz, I'm the illest nigga, I feel..."
Yukmouth came blasting with both barrels on this one. He stomps through his verse, crushing lesser rhymers under his feet with every bar. He makes sure to call out fakers who try to ride his jock, and it announced his third album in style.
CLASSIC VERSE:"The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciplesOne hand held the BibleOne hand held the rifle *gunshot*All hail my arrivalFrom VL's DisciplesTo Crips and Piru's and rivalsRun for survivalIt's murder and mayhemThem birds on the GreyhoundFrom the curb in they townGet served and sprayed down *gunshots*Pounds of herb to break downThe cops run a search and shake downEver since I signed with my niggas from H-TownPrince J and stayed downMade me put them cakes down..."