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Released on December 6, 2004, under Roc-A-Fella Records, Cam’ron’s Purple Haze stands as a quintessential piece of early 2000s Hip-Hop, celebrated for its vivid lyricism, audacious wordplay, and charismatic delivery.
Featuring a star-studded lineup of collaborators, including Kanye West, Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Jaheim, Twista, and Syleena Johnson, the album seamlessly blends streetwise storytelling with offbeat humor and a flair for the unexpected.
After debuting at No. 20 on the Billboard 200, Purple Haze achieved gold certification, marking the peak of Cam’ron’s commercial success and artistic influence.
As a defining project during The Diplomats’ reign, it encapsulates their multifaceted approach to Hip-Hop—a combination of flashy lifestyle branding, unapologetic authenticity, and trendsetting fashion.
Perhaps most memorable about Purple Haze are its lyrics, a blend of absurdity and brilliance that pushed creative boundaries. Cam’ron’s lyricism on this album became a defining aspect of his legacy, from his signature non-sequiturs to wittily constructed bars.
With lines that range from shockingly hilarious to profoundly reflective, he showcased a unique ability to entertain, provoke thought, and, at times, leave listeners utterly perplexed.
In celebration of Purple Haze‘s 20th anniversary, VIBE looks back on its most memorable and outlandish lyrics that highlight Cam’ron’s panache and bravado.
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“More Gangsta Music”
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“I’m on the south side of Chicago/ Looking for a real h*e/ I don’t see a touchdown; arms up, field goal/ Got some ill gold, diamonds that’s still low/ Lil’ d**k, you a d**khead, nah, dildo”
Cam’ron looks to score, without pointing points on the board, as he hits the Midwest to floss and shame phallic-challenged competitors.
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“Leave Me Alone Pt. 2”
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“It’s more than shrimps, it’s wh*res and pimps/ The difference in our crimes, yours attempts/ Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun/ I’m Grand Theft Auto/ Racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one/ Electric chair, I don’t deserve the fun/ But I get the dough, sh*t I might splurge on one”
Criminal exploits are detailed, as Cam’ron scoffs at atonement while likening his outlandish sprees to that of the popular Rockstar Games franchise.
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“Leave Me Alone Pt. 2”
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“I spend days on Kawasakis/ Nights with Lewinsky/ But I’m like the Ice Man, Michael Kuklinski/ I style on New York, pile up my fork/ The Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York, doggy/ Cause I push weight, plus I push tapes/ God damn I’m starvin’ and I just ate/ I wouldn’t say I’m Nino at The Carter/ I’m more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors”
Infamous figures in American pop culture are referenced throughout this stanza, from the fictional to sociopolitical worlds, a testament to Killa’s penchant for imaginative rhyme spills.
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“Down And Out”
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“Street mergers, I legislated; the nerve, I never hated/ On murders, premeditated—absurd! I hesitated/ Observe: cock and spray, hit you from a block away/ Drinking sake on a Suzuki; we in Osaka Bay/ Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker’s place/ Pluck your ace, take your girl, f**k her face/ She dealing with Killa, so you love her taste/ She swallowing Killa ’cause she love the taste”
Japanese, European, and Harlem culture gets mixed up into this lyrical hodgepodge that doubles as one of Cam’ron’s signature opening deliveries in his catalog.
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“Down And Out”
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“I treat bi**hes straight up, like Simon Says/ Open vagina; put your legs behind your head/ Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red/ You got pets? Me too: mines are dead, doggy/ Fox, minks, gators, that’s necessary/ Accessories, my closet’s Pet Sematary/ I get approached by animal activists/ I live in a zoo, I run scandals with savages”
Raunch and panache are at play as Cam’ron explains his own brand of yoga before infuriating PETA and any other animal-friendly organization on the planet, in short order.
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“Harlem Streets”
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“We tie dynamite to the rhino type, wino might find yo’ sight/ Sell the information for a dime of white, that China-China/ I’m behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor-miner/ Elder fella; looking for that shine? I’ll shine ya/ My mind designer. You a dime? I’ll dine ya/ Madonna momma, body bottled, you’re fine. I’m finer/ Time to climb her, climb behind vagina/ Then I hymen-grind her ’til her mom remind her”
This tongue-twister of a stanza has so much going on that it’s a bit much to follow, but ends with its author hitting the sheets after ducking informants in the streets.
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“Soap Opera”
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“Looking back on school: art and crafts/ Fu**ed half the staff, beat up half the class/ I was like Dr. Dre, though, I have to laugh/ Ni**a with a attitude, meet me after math/ Had a “half and half”/ Not a drink — two chicks that flip acid fast/ The half a tab/ You could ask her a**, I would dash and laugh/ You after me, huh? I’m after cash”
Reflecting on his days as a ruffian in New York City’s public school system, Cam’ron’s snide attitude and theatrics are only tempered by his tendencies as a playboy.
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“Bubble Music”
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“Mommy all on me ’cause I’m touching her belly/ I’m on butter Pirellis/ Whip purple and yellow, hello/ That’s butter and jelly/ I flip butter on cellies/ All right in front of the deli/ Holly, Lilly, to Kelly all spent ones on the telly/ (And what else) and I got hella gear/ My earring is nice, the price/ Three townhomes in Delaware/ Tomato Porsche looking like tomato sauce/ Hip hop hooray, I got to get that yayo off”
High-end luxury vehicles are tricked out, as the Dipset founder high-posts in front of the neighborhood bodega, comparing the price of his earrings to that of prime real estate in President Biden’s home.
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“Bubble Music”
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“We race foreign cars, custom models/ Drop top mustard Tahoe/ We like the musketeers, trained by Cus D’amato/ Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow/ Watch Sanford and Son, I’m like the buzz in Rollo/ Fortunado, the Porsche Apollo, wars’ll follow/ Got the MAC jack, still swing swords like Zorro/ We jacking and clapping, y’all just applaud like “bravo!”/ Now applaud the Capo, Zeek and Santana/ I don’t raise her wrists, I keep eighths of piff/ The game’s a chick; I’m Kobe, I’ma rape the bi**h”
Camaraderie is shown as Cam puts forth a rallying cry for his Dipset brethren. However, he goes a bit far in his expression of his zeal for the streets.
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“The Dope Man”
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“Wife load is Felli Fel, holla’d at the kid proper/ If something happen, skip rapping, they’ll be big choppas/ Ghetto bird word, cause I keep the big choppa/ No disrespect, ni**as killed Big Poppa/ The Williams sister, Romeo from Steve Harvey/ Got the drop, get the drop, no please sorry/ Got weed on me, no need guard me/ I’m what you need probably, I teach robbery
High-profile murders are referenced, as the dangers of stardom in the City of Angels are briefly mused over, with Cam boasting of heavy artillery while declaring his refusal to become yet another casualty.
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“Family Ties”
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“From the back of the cop-ride/ To black-on-black, black when we cop rides/ I will not hide, ‘hi ma, hot thighs’/ D**k on her nose…now she’s cock-eyed/ From whippin’ the bacon rolls to outside whippin’ the bacon Rolls/ Sanaa Lathan knows, I’m rakin’ but makin’ dough/ 80 holes in your shirt, there: your own Jamaican clothes/ I ain’t talkin’ the Poconos/ I’m talkin’ the Aspens, to slopes we go”
According to Cam’on, even A-List actresses like Sanaa Lathan are privy to his earning potential, which hasn’t tempered his propensity for gunsmoke and bloodshed.
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“Hey Lady”
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“Just kiss the knob/ And put your meat on my stick like a shish-kebab/ Out mingling, heard that I blingy-bling/ But I run the circus like Ring-a-ling/ I’m the king of things/ And your man, he a homo like Jangle Leg, Jangle Leg/ That’s life, hit ’em with the pow-ping/ Pow, pow, .45 loud thing/ Look wild thing, I do wild things/ Make China stretch like Yao Ming”
Adorned in pricey gems, Cam wears his crowd proudly, deeming himself the king of splitting thighs and flipping pies.
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“Shake”
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“But it’s all for the green like Listerine/ Had to diss the queen thinkin I’m gon’ get her jeans/ I ain’t Ginuwine, ma, my mission’s mean/ All my ni**a team fix the fix get the cream/ I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano/ Got the Crist’ and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma/ Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama/ Just a steppin stone for me now I’m hittin Madonna/ And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna/ Guess it’s just my persona, got her kissin the condom”
Cam’ron makes island hopping with Hollywood starlets sound like a redundant way of life, as he boasts of smoking sessions topped off with fellatio, for good measure.
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“Get Em Girls”
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“I get the boosters boostin’, I get computers ‘putin’/ Y’all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting/ I do the recruiting, I tutor the students/ I nurture their brain, I’m moving the movement/ Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that’s Judas or Judah/ I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota/ Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers/ I’m the real ball story, the loser of “Hoosiers”
Religious denomination is of no concern in the pursuit of power. Cam’ron expresses his willingness to enlist all capable hands to fulfill his prophecies of wealth and infamy.
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“Get ‘Em Girls”
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“My team is the Goonies, we were seen with buffoonies/ Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neiman’s and Bloomies/ Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I’m looney/ But proceeded to moon me/ Baby” b.s. and “honey” do, Cam V.S. 1 and 2/ I’ll help you get your son out of P.S. 22/ Get him a Mauri flow, from the Mauri show/ F**k around, y’all gonna be up on the Maury Show/ He in bootcamp, you on food stamps/ Welfare, no health care, a true tramp”
Sexcapades with downtrodden, single mothers are not beneath Cam’ron, as the designer-thread wearing wordsmith offers to afford educational opportunities to his partner’s child.
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