Eminem ft. Jay Z – Renegade (Live on Letterman) [HD 1080p]
One of the best performances, in my opinion, of this two great rappers of our days, Eminem and Jay Z, together.
Here is Renegade, from the album Blueprint, recorded in 2001.
It's hilarious listening to fans who just started listening to hip hop a few years ago. Hear me loud and clear, YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT HIP HOP ESPECIALLY IF YOU WERE BORN IN THE 90s. YOU ARE SIMILAR TO A NEWBORN BABY WHEN IT COMES TO THE CRAFT. STICK TO COUNTRY MUSIC!!
You know how we watched Michael Jackson Videos with him dancing with others around him. Im bad, Thriller , Smooth Criminal. When you watch Michael and the others, Mike stood out above all the Rest? Thats how ANYONE dead or Alive sounds Next to Shady.
Heres the lyrics: thank me later Motherfuckers Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing What I do through and through and I give you the news, with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they Pop toasters, and they live with they moms Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding 'round Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it? I help them see they way through it, not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute 'Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't, then why y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated, and viewed in America As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't experiment? Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo 'Cause here we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga) And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
Renegade! Never been afraid to say What's on my mind at, any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk About anything (anything) anything (anything) Renegade! (Never been afraid to say) (What's on my mind at, any given time of day) ('Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been afraid to holler) (About anything (anything?) Anything (anything!)) I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor, thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky Big I did it, multi before I die (nigga) No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me As a monger of hate, Satan, a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful, eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfucking
Renegade! Never been afraid to say What's on my mind at, any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk About anything (anything) anything (anything) Renegade! (Never been afraid to say) (What's on my mind at, any given time of day) ('Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been afraid to holler) (About anything (anything?) Anything (anything!))
Renegade! Never been afraid to say What's on my mind at, any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk About anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade! (Never been afraid to say) (What's on my mind at, any given time of day) ('Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been afraid to holler) (About anything (anything?) Anything (anything!))
Lol supposed to have been Jay ft Eminem. Even at the end Letterman says Eminem and Jay even he assumed it was the other way around after that performance
[Verse 1: JAY-Z] Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin' What I do through and through and I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters From botched robberies, niggas crouched over Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown When child support knocked, "No, he's not around" Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it? I help them see they way through it, not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt
[Verse 2: Eminem] Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute 'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits? But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment? Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo 'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a
[Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z] Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything)
[Verse 3: JAY-Z] I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me I'm awkward, I box lefty An orphan, my pops left me And often my mama wasn't home Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky Big, I did it, multi before I die No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
[Verse 4: Eminem] See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie" While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin'
[Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z] Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything)
comments are turned off on both jay z's official youtube page and some fan page of jayz. can someone say insecure about a white man killing another man on his own beat? Pathetic little jay. Take your L's on the chin you punk bitch. Renegade didnt blow cause of jay, it blew because of em's crazy verse. I'm sure jayz is behind closed doors kicking himself for helping a white man get even bigger than he was. Remember, rascism isnt institutional, its individualistic. Also, eminem has 5 out of the 10 highest watched musicvideo/song out of hiphop and rap period. Jay z is a whiney stuck up wanna be gangster but really a socialite thinking he is still hip.
It's hilarious listening to fans who just started listening to hip hop a few years ago. Hear me loud and clear, YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT HIP HOP ESPECIALLY IF YOU WERE BORN IN THE 90s. YOU ARE SIMILAR TO A NEWBORN BABY WHEN IT COMES TO THE CRAFT. STICK TO COUNTRY MUSIC!!
Em murdered this
This song is shot on location/set of puff's song 'Best Friend'.
The crowd is weak asf I would’ve went crazy seeing two of my favorite goats
Em Murked Hov
Eminem should ft. Jay z in another song
Too many white folk…nobody rapping along!
You know how we watched Michael Jackson Videos with him dancing with others around him. Im bad, Thriller , Smooth Criminal. When you watch Michael and the others, Mike stood out above all the Rest? Thats how ANYONE dead or Alive sounds Next to Shady.
Heres the lyrics: thank me later
Motherfuckers
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
Pop toasters, and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding 'round
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
'Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated, and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
'Cause here we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
Renegade! Never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk
About anything (anything) anything (anything)
Renegade! (Never been afraid to say)
(What's on my mind at, any given time of day)
('Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been afraid to holler)
(About anything (anything?) Anything (anything!))
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate, Satan, a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfucking
Renegade! Never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk
About anything (anything) anything (anything)
Renegade! (Never been afraid to say)
(What's on my mind at, any given time of day)
('Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been afraid to holler)
(About anything (anything?) Anything (anything!))
Renegade! Never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk
About anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never been afraid to say)
(What's on my mind at, any given time of day)
('Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been afraid to holler)
(About anything (anything?) Anything (anything!))
Dam!!!!
These two are legends, they should really get together more and make music, I love this collabo
Eminem is and was and will be the Rap King /GOAT for maybe another millennial and next
em is live like on rekords…he has his own replay..replayn..replay voyce…to replay
this guy's are true rappers…I loved the performance they killed the verses ….
Em had jay suttering
Jay really looked at him like bro you doing me like that fr
This is so crazy good
Look at how Jay Z handshakes letterman and how Eminem does, Em exposed his white background
Lol supposed to have been Jay ft Eminem. Even at the end Letterman says Eminem and Jay even he assumed it was the other way around after that performance
Toooo much for jay z…:-))))
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin'
What I do through and through and
I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view
The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture
Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters
And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters
From botched robberies, niggas crouched over
Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown
When child support knocked, "No, he's not around"
Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down
I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round
Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits?
But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha)
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?
I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga
And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a
[Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z]
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver
Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me
I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan, my pops left me
And often my mama wasn't home
Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
[Verse 4: Eminem]
See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as
A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today
See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie"
While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter
Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin'
[Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z]
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
This performance wil live forever in hip hop history
Eminem actually sounded better live then on the CD. Totally outshined Jay
I love HOV
He submitted to Em with this live !
This might be the best live rap performance with the worst crowd ever.
Live version is way better than the original audio lol
It was beautiful to see P Diddy sat on his fathers shoulders to see over everyone's heads
comments are turned off on both jay z's official youtube page and some fan page of jayz. can someone say insecure about a white man killing another man on his own beat? Pathetic little jay. Take your L's on the chin you punk bitch. Renegade didnt blow cause of jay, it blew because of em's crazy verse. I'm sure jayz is behind closed doors kicking himself for helping a white man get even bigger than he was. Remember, rascism isnt institutional, its individualistic. Also, eminem has 5 out of the 10 highest watched musicvideo/song out of hiphop and rap period. Jay z is a whiney stuck up wanna be gangster but really a socialite thinking he is still hip.
That crowed down belong there id be going ham out there
P. Diddy's claps are offbeat lol
Gotta be the coolest black & white duo since Denzel & Ethan Hawke.
Diddy can't clap his hands in time :)))))))
If the Colours put them in the same booth and remastered this song it would be top views in YouTube