Eminem is famously protective of his daughter Hailie Scott, often rapping about her in his songs.

In fact, Hailie is mentioned in more than 20 of Eminem’s songs, including Hailie’s Song, My Dad’s Gone Crazy, Kim, 97 Bonnie & Clyde, Beautiful and My Darling.

In his 90s/00s music, Eminem often rapped about his daughter Hailie and was very vocal about the problems he had with her mother Kim.

But just last year, Eminem – real name Marshall Mathers – admitted he regrets being so open about his daughter and his relationship with her mother on his tracks.

Here are all of the songs Hailie features in or has inspired Eminem to write:

Hailie’s Song (2002)

This song is exactly as its title suggests – a track specifically for his daughter Hailie.

Eminem has credited Hailie for keeping him stable in life and when she was just seven-years-old, he wrote the emotional Hailie’s Song for her.

Hailie’s Song lyrics

Yo, I can’t sing good
I feel like singin’
I wanna f***in’ sing
Cause I’m happy
Yeah, I’m happy
Ha Ha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out
Some days I sit (sit), starin’ out the window(dow)
Watchin’ this world pa** me by
Sometimes I think (think) there’s nothin’ to live for (for)
I almost break down and cry
Sometimes I think I’m crazy
I’m crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wastin’ my time?
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I’m not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes (Oh no)
Sometimes it feels like the world’s on my shoulders
Everyone’s leanin’ on me
Cause sometimes it feels like the world’s almost over
But then she comes back to me
My baby girl (girl) (Hailie laughs) keeps gettin’ older (der)
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes (jokes), ‘cuz they don’t understand me (me)
They just don’t see my real side
I act like s*** don’t phaze me
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I’m not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes (oh no)
Sometimes it feels like the world’s on my shoulders
Everyone’s leanin’ on me
Cause sometimes it feels like the world’s almost over
But then she comes back to me
Man, if I could sing, I’d keep singin’ this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I’d blow somethin’ as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got ‘er
God, I’m a daddy, I’m so glad that her mom did adum
Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
That I’m a pistol-packin’ drug-addict who bags on his mama
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cause there’s a lot of s*** I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o’ ma soul
And just know that I grow cold of the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harda to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breakin’
Should I just give up
Or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look
I love my daughter more than life n’ itself
But I got a wife that’s determined to make my life livin’ hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I’m dealt
So many chances, man, it’s too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I’ve wasted is nothin’ to the tears that I’ve tasted
So here’s what I’m facin’, three felonies, six years of probation
I’ve went to jail for this woman, I’ve been to bat for this woman
I’ve taken bats to people’s backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I should of seen it comin’, what’d I stick my penis up in?
Would of ripped the pre-nup up if I’d seen what she was f***in’
But f*** it, it’s over, there’s no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, maybe the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
Our baby’s traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted
It’s like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted
And now it don’t feel like the world’s on my shoulders
Everyone’s leanin’ on me
Cause my baby knows that her daddy’s her soldier
Nothin’ can take her from me
Woo!
I told you I can’t sing
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, remember when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what, daddy’s here
And I ain’t goin’ nowhere baby
I love you (kiss)
Songwriters: Marshall Mathers / Luis Resto

Going Through Changes (2010)

As well as Hailie, Eminem’s two adopted daughters, Alaina and Whitney, are also referenced in Going Through Changes.

Eminem raps: ‘Hailie, this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too / I still love your mother, that’ll never change.’

The track suggests Eminem is unable to look his daughters in the eye following his substance abuse. It is seen by some as a sequel to Déjà Vu.

Going Through Changes lyrics

I’m going through changes, I’m going through changes
Lately, I really
Feel like I’m, rollin’ for delph like Philly
Feel like I’m losin’ control of myself
I sincerely, apologize if all that I sound like
Is I’m complaining, but life keeps on complicating
And, I’m debating on, leaving this world this evening
Even my girls can see that I’m grieving
I try and hide it but I can’t
Why do I act like I am all high and mighty
When inside I’m dying, I am finally realizin’ I need, help
Can’t do it myself, too weak
Two weeks I’ve been having ups and down
Going through peaks and valleys
Dilly dallying, around with the idea
Of ending this shit right here
I’m hating my reflection
I walk around the house trying to fight mirrors
I can’t stand what I look like, yeah
I look fat, but what do I care
I don’t give a fuck, only thing that I fear is Hailie
I’m afraid that if I close my eyes then I might see her, shit
I’m going through changes, I’m going through changes
I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom
Napping at noon, yeah dad’s in a bad mood
He’s always snapping at you
Marshall what happened that you
Can’t stop with these pills, and you’ve falling off with your skills
And your own fans are laughing at you
It become a problem you’re too pussy to tackle
Get up, be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled
Know you just had your heart, ripped out and crushed
They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust
Nah, it ain’t like Doody to do that,
He wouldn’t fuckin’ shoot at, nobody, he’d fight first
But dwelling on it only makes the night worse
Now I’m popping Vikes, Percs, and Methadone Pills
Yeah Em tight verse, you killed it
Fuckin’ drug dealers hang around me like Yes-Men
And they gon’ do whatever I says, whenever I says it
It’s in their best interest to protect their investment
And I just lost my fuckin’ best friend, so fuck it I guess then
I’m going through changes, I’m going through changes
(Don’t know what I’m going through,
But I just keep on going through changes)
My friends can’t understand this new me
That’s understandable man, but think how bananas you’d be
You’d be an animal too
If you were trapped in this fame, and caged in it like a zoo
And everybody’s lookin’ at you
Whacha want me to do?
I’m starting to live like a recluse, and the truth is
Fame is starting to give me an excuse
To be at a, all-time low
I sit alone in my home theater, watching the same damn D-V-D of the
First tour, the last tour, he was still alive
And it hurts, so I fast forward
Sleeping pills would make me feel alright
And if I’m still awake in the middle of the night
I just take a couple more, yeah you’re motherfucking right
I ain’t slowing down for no one
I am almost homeward bound
Almost in a coma, yeah homie, come on dole ’em out
Daddy don’t you die on me
Daddy better hold your ground
Fuck, don’t I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down
I’m going through changes, I’m going through changes
(Don’t know what I’m going through,
But I just keep going through changes)
Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes
Plus somehow I’m pulling through
Swear when I come back, I’m ma be bullet proof
I’m a do it just for proof
I think I should state a few
Facts, cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth
See it just hit me, that what if I would not have made it through
I think about the things that I would have never got say to you
I’d never get to make it right, so here’s what I came to do
Hailey this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too
I still love your mother, that’ll never change
Think about her every day, we just could never get it together hey
Wish there was a better way for me to say it
But I swear on everything, I’ll do anything for her on any day
There are just too many things, to explain
When it rains, guess it pours, guess it does
Wish there wasn’t any pain
But I can’t pretend there ain’t
I ain’t placing any blame, I ain’t pointing fingers
Heaven knows I’ve never been a saint
I know that it feels like we just pissed away our history
And just today, I looked at your picture, almost as if to say
I miss you sub-consciously, wish it didn’t end this way
But I just had to get away, don’t know why, I don’t know what else to say
I guess I’m
I’m going through changes, I’m going through changes
Don’t know what I’m going through, but I just keep going through changes
Songwriters: Terence Butler / Tony Iommi / John Osbourne / William Ward (us 1) / Marshall B Mathers Iii

 

Deja Vu (2009)

Deja Vu came one year before Going Through Changes and was all about his struggle with prescription drug addition in the mid-00s.

The song is, in part, supposedly Eminem’s perception of how he came across to Hailie.

Deja Vu lyrics

As I fall deeper into a manic state
I’m a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict traits
Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate
I seem to gravitate to the bottle of Nighquil then I salivate
Start off with the Nighquil like I think I’ll just have a taste
Couple sips of that then I gradually graduate
Too a harder prescription drug called Valium like ya that’s great
I go to take just one and I end up like having eight
Now I need something in my stomach cause I haven’t ate
Maybe I’ll grab a plate of nachos and I’ll have a steak
And you’d think with all I have at stake
Look at my daughters face
Mommy somethings is wrong with dad I think
He’s acting weird again he’s really beginning to scare me
Won’t shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn’t hear me
And all he does is eat Dorritos and Cheetos
And he just fell asleep in his car eating Three Musketeers in the rear seat
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don’t know, feels like I been down this road before,
So lonely and cold, It’s like something takes over me,
Soon as I go home and close the door,
Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
But I can’t and I won’t say I tried but I know that’s a lie cause I don’t
And why I just don’t know
Maybe just a nice cold brew what’s a beer
That’s the devil in my ear I been sober a f***in’ year
And that f***er still talks to me he is all I can f***in’ hear
Marshall come on we’ll watch the game it’s the Cowboys and Buccaneers
And maybe if I just drink half I’ll be halfed buzzed for half of the time
Who’s that mastermind behind that little line
With that kind of rational man I got half a mind
Too have another half of gla** of wine sound asinine
Ya I know
But I never had no problem with alcohol
Ouch look out for the wall aim for the couch I’m about to fall
I missed the couch and down I go looking like a bouncing ball
S*** must have knocked me out cause I ain’t feel the ground at all
Wow what the f*** happened last night where am I
Man f*** am I hungover and god damn I got a head ache
S*** half a Vicodin why can’t I?
“All systems ready for take off please stand by”
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don’t know, feels like I been down this road before,
So lonely and cold, It’s like something takes over me,
Soon as I go home and close the door,
Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
But I can’t and I won’t say I tried but I know that’s a lie cause I don’t
And why I just don’t know
So I take a Vicodin splash it hits my stomach and ahh
A couple weeks go by it ain’t even like I’m getting high
Now I need it just not to feel sick ya I’m getting by
Wouldn’t even be taking this s*** if Deshaun didn’t die
Oh ya there’s an excuse you lose proof so you use
There’s new rules it’s cool if it’s helpin’ you to get through
It’s twelve noon ain’t no harm in self inducing a snooze
What else is new f*** it what would Elvis do in your shoes
Now here I am three months later full blown relapse
Just get high until the kids get home from two homes relax
And since I’m convinced that I’m insomniac
I need these pills to be able to sleep so I take three naps
Just to be able to function throughout the day let’s see
That’s an Ambian each nap how many Valium, three
And that will average out to about one good hours sleep
Ok so now you see the reason how come he
Has taken four years just too put out an album B
See me and you we almost had the same outcome Heath
Cause that Christmas you know the Nomonia thing
It was bologna was it the Methadone ya think
Or the Hydrocodone you hide inside your pornos
Your vcr tape cases with you Ambian CR great places to hide ain’t it
So you can lie to Hailie I’m going beddy bye Whitney baby good night Elaina
Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in ambulance
They said they found me on the bathroom floor
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don’t know, feels like I been down this road before,
So lonely and cold, It’s like something takes over me,
Soon as I go home and close the door,
Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
But I can’t and I won’t say I tried but I know that’s a lie cause I don’t
And why I just don’t know
Songwriters: Trevor Lawrence Jr. / Mike Elizondo / Mark Batson / Sean Cruse / Marshall Mathers / Dawaun Parker / Andre Young

 

My Dad’s Gone Crazy (2002)

This song wasn’t just inspired by Hailie, her vocals also feature in it.

Eminem explained in a previous interview: ‘Me and [Dr.] Dre were working together, and Hailie was running around the studio and she was like, “Somebody please help me! I think my dad’s gone crazy!”

‘Instantly that locked in with a beat we’d made the day before. I had her go in the booth and say it. When she opens up, she’s just like her dad in a lot of aspects. I just told her what to say and she nailed it, the first take.’

My Dad’s Gone Crazy

My Dad’s Gone Crazy
Eminem
Daddy what are you doing?
Okay then!
Everybody listen up!
I’m goin’ to hell!
Who’s comin’ with me?
Somebody please help him!
I think my dad’s gone crazy
There’s no mountain I can’t climb, there’s no tower too high
No plane that I can’t learn how to fly
What do I gotta do to get through to you
To show you there ain’t nothin’ I can’t take this chainsaw to?
F***in’ brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut’em off,
And got’em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar inside of a hall
With my framed autographed sunglasses with Elton John’s name on my drag wall
I’m out the closet, I’ve been lyin’ my *** off
All this time me and Dre been ****** with hats off (**** it, Marshall)
So tell Laura and her husband to back off
Before I push this mother****** button and blast off
And launch one at these Russians and that’s all
Blow every ****** thing except Afghanistan on the map off
When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell ’em baby,
My dad’s lost it!
There’s really nothin’ else to say, I, I can’t explain it
I think my dad’s gone crazy
A little help from Hailie Jade, won’t you tell ’em baby
I think my dad’s gone crazy
There’s nothin’ you could do or say that could ever change me
I think my dad’s gone crazy
There’s no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie
I think my dad’s gone crazy
It’s like my mother always told me and codeine and
Goddammit you little ************
If you ain’t got nothin’ nice to say then don’t say nothin’
Uh, **** that **** ***** eat a mother****** ****,
Chew on a ***** and lick
A million motherf***n’ ***** per second,
I’d rather put out a mother****** Gospel record
I’d rather be a ***** whipped *****, eat *****,
And have ***** lips glued to my face
With a **** ring in my nose then quit bringin’ my flows
Quit givin’ me my ammo, can’t you see why I’m so mean?
If y’all leave me alone this wouldn’t be my M.O.
I wouldn’t have to go, eenee, meenee, meini, mo,
Catch a homo by his toe, man I don’t know no more
Am I the only ****** one who’s normal any more?
Dad
There’s really nothin’ else to say, I, I can’t explain it
I think my dad’s gone crazy
A little help from Hailie Jade, won’t you tell ’em baby
I think my dad’s gone crazy
There’s nothin’ you could do or say that could ever change me
I think my dad’s gone crazy
There’s no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie
I think my dad’s gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time,
Can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
See what you’re seein’ is a genius at work, which to me isn’t work,
So it’s easy to misinterpret it at first
‘Cause when I speak, it’s tongue-in-cheek,
I’d yank my ****** teeth before I’d ever bite my tongue
I’d slice my gums, get struck by ****** lightning twice at once
And die and come back as Vanilla Ice’s son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on,
And kicked and hit with **** every time
I sung, like R. Kelly as soon as “Bump and Grind” comes on
More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl
Inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade, standin’ on Ronnie’s grave,
Screamin’ at the sky, ’til clouds gather, it’s Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
And that’s pretty much the gist of it, the parents are ******* but the kids love it
Nine millimeter heater stashed in two seaters with meat cleavers
I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t let Hailie listen to me neither
There’s really nothin’ else to say, I, I can’t explain it
I think my dad’s gone crazy
A little help from Hailie Jade, won’t you tell ’em baby
I think my dad’s gone crazy
There’s nothin’ you could do or say that could ever change me
I think my dad’s gone crazy
There’s no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie
I think my dad’s gone crazy
Crazy
Ha ha ha
You’re funny daddy!
Songwriters: Theron Otis Feemster / Marshall B. Iii Mathers / Andre Romell Young / Michael A. Elizondo

Kim (2000)

Eminem has previously revealed this song is about his ex and the mother of Hailie, Kim, written when they weren’t together.

He says he was inspired to write a love song after watching a chick lit but never wanted it to be a slushy song and included how he felt about their break-up which had left their daughter stuck in the middle.

After heading straight to the studio after the cinema, he created the track Kim and describes it as a prequel to ’97 Bonnie & Clyde.

Kim lyrics

Aw look at daddy’s baby girl
That’s daddy baby
Little sleepy head
Yesterday I changed your diaper
Wiped you and powdered you.
How did you get so big?
Can’t believe it now you’re two
Baby you’re so precious
Daddy’s so proud of you
Sit down bitch
If you move again I’ll beat the shit out of you
Don’t make me wake this baby
She don’t need to see what I’m about to do
Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you?
How could you?
Just leave me and love him out the blue
Oh, what’s a matter Kim?
Am I too loud for you?
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time
At first, I’m like all right
You want to throw me out? that’s fine!
But not for him to take my place, are you out you’re mind?
This couch, this T-V, this whole house is mine!
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look at Kim
Look at your husband now!
I said look at him!
He ain’t so hot now is he?
Little punk!
(Why are you doing this?)
Shut the fuck up!
(You’re drunk! you’re never going to get away at this!)
You think I give a fuck!
Come on we’re going for a ride bitch
(No!)
Sit up front
(Well I can’t just leave ‘ey alone, what if she wakes up?)
We’ll be right back
Well I will you’ll be in the trunk
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don’t want to go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don’t want to go on
Living in this world without you
You really fucked me Kim
You really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only eighteen
That was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean
That’s fucked up!
(I love you!)
Oh God my brain is racing
(I love you!)
What are you doing?
Change the station I hate this song!
Does this look like a big joke?
(No!)
There’s a four year old boy lyin’ dead with a slit throat
In your living room, ha-ha
What you think I’m kiddin’ you?
You loved him didn’t you?
(No!)
Bullshit you bitch don’t fucking lie to me
What the fuck’s this guy’s problem on the side of me?
Fuck you asshole, yeah bite me
Kim, Kim!
Why don’t you like me?
You think I’m ugly don’t you
(It’s not that!)
No you think I’m ugly
(Baby)
Get the fuck away from me, don’t touch me
I hate you! I hate you!
I swear to god I hate you
Oh my God I love you
How the fuck could you do this to me?
(Sorry!)
How the fuck could you do this to me?
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don’t want to go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don’t want to go on
Living in this world without you
Come on get out
(I can’t I’m scared)
I said get out bitch!
(Let go of my hair, please don’t do this baby)
(Please I love you, look we can just take Hallie and leave)
Fuck you, you did this to us
You did it, it’s your fault
Oh my God I’m crackin’ up
Get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian’s party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn’t it?
(Yes!)
That was funny wasn’t it?
(Yes!)
See it all makes sense, doesn’t it?

You and your husband have a fight
One of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adams apple sliced
(No!)
And while this is goin’ on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
(Oh my God!)
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it’s double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could’ve, hey! where you going? get back here!
You can’t run from me Kim
It’s just us, nobody else!
You’re only making this harder on yourself
Ha! ha! got you!
(Ah!)
Ha! go ahead yell!
Here I’ll scream with you!
Ah somebody help!
Don’t you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
Now shut the fuck up and get what’s comin’ to you
You were supposed to love me
Now bleed! bitch bleed!
Bleed! bitch bleed! bleed!
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don’t want to go on
Living in this world without you
Songwriters: Jeff Bass / Mark Bass / Marshall Mathers

’97 Bonnie & Clyde (1999)

’97 Bonnie & Clyde is a dark tribute to his relationship with Kim, with the song depicting them having argued so much, he dumps her body at the bottom of a lake with the help of Hailie.

Hailie’s vocals even feature on the track, with Eminem later recalling: ‘I lied to Kim and told her I was taking Hailie to Chuck E. Cheese that day.

‘But I took her to the studio. When she found out I used our daughter to write a song about killing her, she fucking blew. We had just got back together for a couple of weeks. Then I played her the song, and she bugged the fuck out.’

’97 Bonnie & Clyde

Just the two of us

C’mon hai-hai, we goin’ to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Oh where’s mama? she’s takin a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you’re thinkin’, it’s kind of late to go swimmin’
But you know your mama, she’s one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she don’t get her way, she’ll throw a fit
Don’t play with da-da’s toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
And don’t look so upset, why you actin’ bashful?
Don’t you want to help da-da build a sand castle? (yeah!)
And mama said she wants to show how far she can float
And don’t worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It’s just a little scratch, it don’t hurt, her was eatin’
Dinner while you were sweepin’ and spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama’s messy isn’t she? we’ll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can’t we?
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I!
See honey, there’s a place called heaven and a place called hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da’s probably on his way to all of em except one
’cause mama’s got a new husband and a stepson
And you don’t want a brother do ya? (nah)
Maybe when you’re old enough to understand a little better
I’ll explain it to ya
But for now we’ll just say mama was real real bad
She was bein’ mean to dad and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin’ to climb out (wa’!)
I told you it’s okay hai hai, want to ba-ba?
Take a night-night? nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad’ll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
Ninety-seven bonnie and clyde, me and my daughter
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I!
Wake up sweepy head we’re here, before we pway
We’re gonna take mama for a whittle walk along the pier
Baby, don’t cry honey, don’t get the wrong idea
Mama’s too sweepy to hear you screamin’ in her ear (ma-ma!)
That’s why you can’t get her to wake, but don’t worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you want to help da-da tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!)
We’ll tie it to her footsie then we’ll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of three dummies
One, two, free, wee! (whoosh)
There goes mama, spwashin’ in the wa-ta
No more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more new brother
Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her (mommy!)
Now we’ll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride!
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I!
Just the two of us

Songwriters: Jeff Bass / Mark Bass / Marshall Mathers

Crazy In Love (2004)

A song documenting Eminem’s relationship with Kim and how volatile it could be, it also references Hailie and his adopted daughter Alana.

Crazy In Love lyrics

Tell myself that I was doin’ all right
There’s nothin’ left to do tonight
But go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
Can’t you see what you do to me baby,
You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac
I’m like a lunatic, you make me sick
You’re truly the only one who can do this to me
You just make me get so crazy
I go schizo, I get so insane I just go schizophrenic
One minute I want to slit your throat the next I want to sex
You make me crazy
The way we act like two maniacs in the sack
We fuck like two jack rabbits and maybe that’s a bad habit
‘Cause the next day we right back at it
In the same exact pattern
What the fuck is the matter with us
We can’t figure out if it’s lust
Or it’s love, which that is attractin’ us to each other
They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother
Which would explain why you’re such a motherfuckin’ bitch
But I stay and still stick it out with you
Even though I just hit you today but you deserved it
You hit me first and provoked me to choke you
Just ’cause I came home late last night
Crawled in bed and I woke you
But if there’s one thing about you that I admire
It’s baby, because you stay with me
Maybe ’cause you’re as crazy as I am
‘Cause when I look at you
I can see an angel in your eyes but if I look deeper inside
I see a freakish little side, like a devil in disguise
You’re always full of surprises
Always pullin’ devices out your purse, little vibrators and dildos
You fuck yourself so much you barely feel those anymore
You’re only twenty four but you’re plenty more mature
Than those other little hoes who just act like little girls
Like they’re in middle school still you’re crazy, sexy, cool
Chill and you play your position you never step out of line
Even though I stay in your business
You’ve always kept out of mine
I wonder what’s on your mind
Sometimes they say love is blind
Maybe that’s why the first time I dotted your eye
You ain’t see the sign
Or maybe you did maybe you like being shoved
Maybe cause we’re crazy in love
Let me go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
You are the ink to my paper
What my pen is to my my pad
The moral, the very fiber
The whole substance to my rap
You are my reason for being
The meaning of my existence
If it wasn’t for you I would never be able to spit this
As intense as I do, and the irony
Is you rely on me as much
As I rely on you to inspire me like you do
You provide me the lighter fluid, the fuel to my fire
You’re my entire supply of gas, the match and igniter
The only way that I’m able to stay so stable
Is you’re the legs to my table
If you were to break I’d fall on my face
But I’m always gonna make you feel
I don’t need you as much as I really need you
So you don’t use it to your advantage
But you’re essential to me
You’re the air I breathe
I believe if you ever leave me
I’d probably have no reason to be
You are the Kim to my Marshall
You’re the Slim to my Shady
The Dre to my Eminem
The Alana to my Hailie
You are the word that I’m lookin for
When I’m tryin’ to describe how I feel inside
And the right one just won’t come to my mind
You’re like the pillar that props me up
The beam that supports me
The bitch who never took half
The wife who never divorced me
You’re like the root to my evil
You let my devil come out me
You let me beat the shit out you before you beat the shit out me
And no matter how much, too much is never enough
Maybe ’cause we’re crazy in love
Let me go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you oh
Songwriters: Ann Wilson / Luis Resto / Marshall Mathers / Nancy Wilson / Roger Douglas Fisher

 

Mockingbird (2004)

Clips of Hailie’s home videos as a child have been featured in the official music video of Mockingbird, which was released in 1999.

The track also references his adopted daughter Alaina, with lyrics including: ‘And you and Lainie were too young to understand it / Papa was a rolling stone, Momma developed a habit,’ and, ‘To see how much you both have grown, it’s almost like you’re sisters now / Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddy’s still here / Lainie, I’m talking to you too, Daddy’s still here / I like the sound of that, yeah, it’s got a ring to it, don’t it?’

Mockingbird lyrics

Yeah
I know sometimes things may not
Always make sense to you right now
But hey
What daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you crying about?
You got me
Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
Well I’m gone but I’m trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you’re sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
Cause you’re scared, I ain’t there?
Daddy’s with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy’s here, no more nightmares
We gon’ pull together through it, we gon’ do it
Laney uncle’s crazy, ain’t he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
We’re all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin’ puzzled, in a daze
I know it’s confusing you
Daddy’s always on the move, mama’s always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy don’t want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don’t see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we were teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it’s just something we have no control over and that’s what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we’ll wake up and this will all just be a dream
Now hush little baby, don’t you cry
Everything’s gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy’s not here right now and we don’t know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma’s gon’ be alright
It’s funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
And stuck ’em under the tree and said some of ’em were from me
Cause daddy couldn’t buy ’em
I’ll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broken into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma’s heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin’ to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin’ a lot so momma moved back
On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that’s when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn’t like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin’ stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I’m just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I’m sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin’ at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it’s almost like you’re sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy’s still here
Laney I’m talkin’ to you too, daddy’s still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
It’s got a ring to it don’t it?
Shh, momma’s only gone for the moment
Now hush little baby, don’t you cry
Everything’s gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy’s not here right now and we don’t know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma’s gon’ be alright
And if you ask me too Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
I’mma give you the world
I’mma buy a diamond ring for you
I’mma sing for you
I’ll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don’t sing and that ring don’t shine
I’mma break that birdies neck
I’ll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don’t fuck with dad (ha ha)
Songwriters: Luis Resto / Marshall Mathers

 

Castle (2017)

On his new album Eminem raps about regrets about making his private life so public.

Although Eminem and Hailie haven’t been seen together in years, he dedicated the track Castle on his 2017 album Revival to his little girl and she told the Daily Mail back in June that they are ‘very close’.

On Castle, Eminem raps: ‘I built this castle / Now we are trapped on the throne. I’m sorry we’re alone / I wrote my chapter / You’ll turn the page when I’m gone / I hope you’ll sing along / This is your song / I just want you to know that I ain’t scared / Whatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared.’

In later lyrics, he says: ‘You ain’t asked for none of this shit, now you’re being punished? Things that should’ve been private with me and your mother is public / I can’t stomach / They can take this fame back /I don’t want it I’ll put out this last album / Then I’m done with it.’

Towards the end of Revival is the song Castle, in which he raps to his 22-year-old daughter that ‘this is your song’, apologises for making his issues with her mum public, and talks to her about the fact he once tried to kill himself.

He also raps about taking an overdose in 2007 which nearly proved fatal: ‘And if things should worsen / don’t take this letter I wrote / As a goodbye note / ‘Cause your dad’s at the end of his rope / I’m sliding down a slippery slope / Anyways sweetie, I better go / I’m getting sleepy.’

Castle lyrics

I built this castle, now we are trapped on the throne
I’m sorry we’re alone
I wrote my chapter, you’ll turn the page when I’m gone
I hope you’ll sing along
(This is your song) I just want you to know that I ain’t scared
Whatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared
To do whatever, to do whatever (December 1st, 1995)
(Dear Hailie) this is your song
You’ll be coming out of Mommy’s stomach soon
I better do something quick if I’ma be able to support you
I can barely support me, but as long as you’re healthy
That’s all that matters for the time being
But obviously assuming you will be
Just thinking ahead, I’ma make it if it kills me
Let’s see how far I can take it with this music
I’m getting sick of chasing this illusion (ha!)
Sorry for sloppy writing, the pen in my hand is shaking, please excuse me
Dad’s a little nervous, but at the same time excited
If I use this same energy while I’m saying rhymes and write them
With the same passion and the same exact enthusiasm
As I’m using in this letter, maybe they can feel me as I’m
Trying to build these castles out of sand, baby girl
For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, baby girl
Welcome to Mom and Dad’s crazy world
Love, Daddy, maple-flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and syrup
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the throne
I’m sorry we’re alone
I wrote my chapter, you’ll turn the page when I’m gone
I hope you’ll sing along
(This is your song) I just want you to know that I ain’t scared
Whatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared
To do whatever, to do whatever (December 1st, 1996)
(Dear Hailie) this is your song
You got your momma’s personality, same eyes as I got
Her beautiful smile, but your ears are the same size as mine are
Sorry for that, a little minor mishap
But you’ll grow into them, baby, I’m on the grind now
I’m doing little shows, open mics, all-nighters at studios
While I’m tryna keep the lights on
Why does it seem like I’m so close to this dream, yet so far?
I just keep steering, I’ma turn into someone
I haven’t the slightest clue what I’ma do if it falls through
You took your first steps today, you’ll probably walk soon
My Infinite CD flopped, too many soft tunes
They’re talking bad about Dad, it’s ticking me off too
Makes me feel like I don’t belong or something, ooh
I think I might have just stumbled onto something new
Got a prediction for the future, I’m hoping that you
Open this envelope when you’re older and it holds true
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the throne
I’m sorry we’re alone
I wrote my chapter, you’ll turn the page when I’m gone
I hope you’ll sing along
(This is your song) I just want you to know that I ain’t scared
Whatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared
To do whatever, to do whatever (December 24th, 2007)
(Dear Hailie) this is your song
Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to explain
A lot’s happened in between them since I rised to this fame
I’ve said your name but always tried to hide your face
This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you, but dang
I never knew it’d be like this, if I did I wouldn’t have done it
You ain’t asked for none of this shit, now you’re being punished?!
Things that should’ve been private with me and your mother is public
I can’t stomach, they can take this fame back, I don’t want it
I’ll put out this last album then I’m done with it
One-hundred percent finished
Fed up with it, I’m hanging it up, fuck it
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
That I’m a good person, though they portray me as cold
And if things should worsen, don’t take this letter I wrote
As a goodbye note, ’cause your dad’s at the end of his rope
I’m sliding down a slippery slope
Anyways sweetie, I better go
I’m getting sleepy, love, Dad, shit, I don’t know
Songwriters: Marshall Mathers / Khalil Abdul-Rahman / Pranem Injeti / Erik Alcock / Liz Rodrigues

 

Bad Husband (2017)

In Bad Husband, Eminem writes an open letter to Kim and his daughters, admitting his wrongdoings and calling himself a ‘scumbag’.

Bad Husband lyrics

We never saw from each other’s sides, or eye to eye
Just eye for eye, lie for lie, fight or flight
So much baggage, need a luggage rack
But we carry on with our public spats and our feuds
Up back in the news, love taps when I dissed you
Like it was fun, actually used to run back to the booth
Jump back in the studio, give you a tongue lashing, then you
Laughed at the stomach tat with the tomb stone
It was funny back in our youth
But then it wasn’t after we knew
That we were done and actually through (and actually through)
But if there’s one fraction of truth
If it could be spun back I would do
So many things different (things different)
‘Cause it was such a dumbass excuse
You hit me once and that I would use
To continue the pattern of abuse
Why did I punch back? Girls, your dad is a scumbag, I’m confused
Because
How come you can be a Lord and a loser?
How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father?
A good dad, but a bad husband
Why are you a good father?
A great dad, but a bad husband
You were the beat I loved with a writer’s block
The line that’s hot, that I forgot
We laughed a little, cried a lot
I’ll never forget when you came home and you held Hailie
Day before you went to jail and daily
How we’d wait for that mail lady
Or by the phone for mom to call
And I watched you pull yourself up and we decided on
Givin’ it one more try despite it all
You’re my lightning rod when my sky gets dark
I’m your shiny rocks in that tiny box
When we tied the knot, when we broke the knot
Every line we crossed we were supposed to not
Every time we fought, the insults, they got, thrown too far
Words that we said that we didn’t mean
The words that we meant that we didn’t say
The ones that we thought that we shoulda said
Letters written that we coulda read
Which maybe woulda lead to some good instead
And had this put to bed
But I’d be lyin’ still if I said I wasn’t sittin’ here askin’ myself
How come you can be a Lord and a loser?
How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father?
A good dad, but a bad husband
Why are you a good father?
A great dad, but a bad husband (Dad) (you said)
Forever be a hero in my eyes (I reply)
But there’s always another side to a good father
A great dad, but a bad husband
We brought out the worst in each other
Someone had to make the sparring end
‘Cause I loved you, but I hated that me
And I don’t wanna see that side again
But I’m sorry, Kim
More than you could ever comprehend
Leavin’ you was fuckin’ harder than
Sawing off a fuckin’ body limb
Once upon a time where all we had
Maybe that’s what drew us
To each other, it was true love
Shit, we never knew was possible
We might have loved each other too much
And maybe that’s what made us do what
We did to each other, all the screw-ups
‘Cause you always thought that you was
More in love with me
And I was thinkin’ I was more in love than you was
For all the times that we thought it worked
‘Til we saw how wrong we were
When the dust settles now and all the dirt
If I touch the rawest nerve
All I want is for us not to hurt
And it’s been an exhaustive search to find the words
But I just heard “Mockingbird”
And got the urge to jot some verses and thoughts
The purpose was not to stir up or open wounds
I’ve caused a few and so have you
Or argue whose fault it was
Partly yours, partly mine, but really no one’s
This is so tough, I’m gettin’ choked up
Oh fuck it, we both suck
We broke up, got back together
We both thought we had forever
Not bad people, just bad together
We were so nuts, backstabbed each other
Another blow struck, but there’s no duckin’ this blow
‘Cause it’s over and it’s closure
But I’m not so sure how to close this
I just don’t know how some people can be so good
At one thing and so fucked at a whole nother
Shit, it’s no wonder
How come, how come, you can be a Lord and a loser?
How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father?
A good dad, but a bad husband
Why are you a good father?
A great dad, but a bad husband (Dad) (you said)
Forever be a hero in my eyes (I reply)
But there’s always another side to a good father
A great dad, but a bad husband
Songwriters: Marshall Mathers / Alexander Grant / Luis Resto / Sam Harris

 

Arose (2017)

In Arose, Eminem raps from his metaphorical death bed, apologising for his wrongdoings and for all of the milestones in his children’s lives he’s going to miss, such as birthdays and Christmases.

Arose lyrics

If I could rewind time like a tape
Inside a boombox, one day for every pill or Percocet that I ate
Cut down on the Valium, I’da heard everything
But death is turning, so definite, wait!
They got me all hooked up to some machine
I love you, Bean, didn’t want you to know I was struggling
Feels like I’m underwater submerged like a submarine
Just heard that nurse say, my liver and kidneys aren’t functioning
Been flirtatious with death, skirt-chasing, I guess
It’s arrivederci, same nurse, just heard say they’re unplugging me
And it’s your birthday, Jade, I’m missing your birthday
Baby girl, I’m sorry, I fucking hate when you hurt, Hai
And sweeties, thank you for waiting to open gifts
But, girls, you can just open ’em
Dad ain’t making it home for Christmas
Wish I had the strength to just blow a kiss
I go to make a fist, but I can’t make one, I’m frozen stiff
I yell, but nothing comes out, I’m crying inside, I shout
My vocal cords won’t permit me, I scream, but it’s not aloud
You put your arm around Mama to calm her, wow
I just thought about the aisle I’ll never get to walk us down
Never see you graduate in your caps and gowns
It’s ’bout to be 2008, how’s this happening now?
I got so much more to do
And, Proof, I’m truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in two
The thought of no more me and you
You gave me shoes, Nikes like new for me for school
Doody, I’m trying, but you, you were the glue that binded
So many things, time, I’d give anything to rewind it
I had to walk down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures all on my walls and I couldn’t sleep at night ’cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that table
Me falling across your body, not able to stand to save you
God, why did you take him?
I’m tryna keep his legacy alive, but I’m dying, where’s Nathan?
Little ladies, be brave, take care of your mother
Smile pretty for pictures, always cherish each other
I’ll always love ya, and I’ll be in the back of your memory
And I know you’ll never forget me
Just don’t get sad when remembering
And, little bro, keep making me proud
You better marry that girl ’cause she’s faithfully down
And when you’re exchanging those sacred vows
Just know that if I could be there, I would
And should you ever see parenthood, I know you’ll be good at it
Oh, almost forgot to do something, thank my father too
I actually learned a lot from you
You taught me what not to do
And, Mom, wish I’d have had the chance
To have one last heart-to-heart honest and open talk with you
Doody, I see you, I go to walk to you
And I can feel my soul leave my body and float across the room
Nurses lean over the bed, pulling tubes out
Then the sheet over my head, shut the room down
Girls, please don’t get upset, I see them cheeks soaking and wet
As you squeeze hold of my neck, so forcibly, don’t wanna let
Me go, pillow drenched, emotional wrecks
With every second, each closer to death
But suddenly I feel my heart begin to beat slow then a breath, machines go
Must’ve guessed the cheat codes to this shit
I’m trying to rewind time like a tape
Find an escape, make a beeline, try and awake
From this dream, I need to re-find my inner strength
To remind me, even if a steep climb I must take
To rewrite a mistake, I’m rewinding the tape
I’ll put out this last album, then I’m done with it
One hundred percent finished, fed up with it
I’m hanging it up, fuck it!
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
That I’m a good person, though they portray me as cold
And if things should worsen, but I bet you they won’t
I’m pledging to throw this methadone in the toilet
Shred these old letters I wrote
All that old pathetic loathing, closing credits can roll
I’m proud to be back
I’m ’bout to, like a rematch, outdo Relapse
With Recovery, Mathers LP2
Help propel me to victory laps
Gas toward ’em and fast forward the past
Consider the last four minutes as
The song I’da sang to my daughters
If I’da made it to the hospital less than 2 hours later, but I fought it
And came back like a boomerang on ’em
Now a new day is dawnin’
I’m up, Tuesday, it’s mornin’, now I know
Songwriters: Amanda McBroom / Barry White / Marshall Mathers

 

The Way I Am (2000)

Following the success of his 1999 album The Slim Shady, Eminem often rapped about his fear of adulation not being able to match it again.

The Way I Am touches on the hysteria and fame that followed him after The Slim Shady, calling for fans to stop approaching him when he is out with his daughter, Hailie.

The Way I Am lyrics

Whatever
Dre just let it run
Ey yo turn the beat up a little bit
Ey yo this song is for anyone
Fuck it just shut up and listen
Ey yo
I sit back, with this pack, of zigzags
And this bag, of this weed
It gives me, the shit needed to be, the most meanest MC on this
On this earth ’cause since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in its self to relieve
All this tension dispensing me, sentence is getting it
The stress has been eating me, recently
Off of this chest and I rest to get peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets
When I’m eating or feeding my daughter to not come and speak to me
I don’t know you and no I don’t owe you a motherfuckin’ thing
I’m not Mr.’N Sync and I’m not what your friends think
I’m not Mr.Friendly, I can be a prick, if you tempt me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me I’m lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don’t care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer
File you a lawsuit, I’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I’m tired of all you
I don’t mean to be mean but it’s all I can be, it’s just me
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam
‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it’s constant, and “oh it’s his lyrical content!”
The song “Guilty Conscience” has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me and it seems
Like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at ’em, but not the index or the pinky
Or the ring or the thumb, it’s the one you put up when you don’t give a fuck
When you won’t just put up with the bullshit they pull
‘Cause they full of shit too
When a dude’s gettin’ bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn
And the heroin, where were the parents at?
And look at where it’s at
Middle America, now it’s a tragedy, now it’s so sad to see
An upper class city having this happening
Then attack Eminem ’cause I rap this way
But I’m glad ’cause they feed me the fuel
That I need for the fire to burn and it’s burnin’ and I have returned
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam
‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am
I’m so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I’m not gonna be able to top on “My name is”
And pigeon holdin’ to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at rock ‘n’ roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky Caucasians
Who think I’m some wigga who just tries to be black
‘Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same fucking questions
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in, the why, the who, what
When and where and the how, ’til I’m grabbing my hair and I’m tearing it out
You’ve been driving me crazy
I can’t take it, I’m racing, I’m pacing, I stand and I sit
And I’m thankful for every fan that I get, but I can’t take a shit
In the bathroom without someone standing by it
No I won’t sign your autograph, you can call me an asshole, I’m glad
‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam
‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am
Songwriters: Marshall B Mathers

Cleaning Out My Closet (2002)

This track is all about Eminem metaphorically cleaning out his closet as he raps about his childhood.

He details how his father abandoned him and he was raised by his mother, Debbie Nelson, but cuttingly threatens her with access to Hailie. He later apologises for the lyrics about his mum in 2013 song Headlights.

Cleaning Out My Closet

Where’s my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones. There you go
Yeah… yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have; I’ve been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that’s behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans, exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow ’em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give ’em hell long as I’m breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
Leave ’em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they’ll never figure me out
Look at me now; I bet you’re probably sick of me now ain’t you mama?
I’mma make you look so ridiculous now

I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet

Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
And I don’t know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I’mma expose it; I’ll take you back to ’73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don’t. On second thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn’t picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I’d grit my teeth and I’d try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie’s sake
I maybe made some mistakes
But I’m only human, but I’m man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take them bullets outta that gun
‘Cause I’da killed him; shit I would’ve shot Kim and him both
It’s my life, I’d like to welcome y’all to “The Eminem Show”

I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen ‘fore you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone’s always going through her purse and shit’s missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen’s Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t
‘Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach
Doesn’t it? Wasn’t it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You’re getting older now and it’s cold when you’re lonely
And Nathan’s growing up so quick he’s gonna know that you’re phony
And Hailie’s getting so big now; you should see her, she’s beautiful
But you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get
You selfish bitch; I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet

I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet

 

Superman (2002)

Superman was about Eminem showing he was savvy to women throwing themselves at him just for his fame and using him and his daughter..

Superman lyrics

Mmmhh
You high baby?
Yeahh
Yeah?
hahaha
Talk to me
You want me to tell you somethin’
Uh huh
I know what you wanna hear
‘Cause I know you want me baby I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I’m here to save you girl
Come be in Shady’s world
I wanna grow together
Let’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I’m here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady’s world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
B**** you make me hurl
They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I’m single now
Got no ring on this finger now
I’ll never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship save it b****, babysit? you make me sick
Superman aint savin s***, girl you can jump on Shady’s dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I’ll tell the mother f***ing slut to her face
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what’s her face
I’m a different man, kiss my a**, kiss my lips, b**** why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i’d rather have you whip my a**
Don’t put out? i’ll put you out
Won’t get out? i’ll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin s***
Wouldn’t piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? buy you ice
B**** if you died, wouldn’t buy you life
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
B****es they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe i’ll love you one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
‘Til then just sit your drunk a** on that f***in runway hoe
‘Cause I can’t be your superman
Can’t be your superman
Can’t be your superman
Can’t be your superman
I can’t be your superman
Can’t be your superman
Can’t be your superman
Your superman, your superman
Don’t get me wrong
I love these hoes
It’s no secret
Everybody knows
Yeah we f***ed
B**** so what?
That’s about as far as your buddy goes
We’ll be friends
I’ll call you again,
I’ll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car i’ll be in
We’ll see how much you’ll be partying then
You don’t want that
Neither do I
I don’t wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride
Between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that’s just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you
We just met and I just f***ed you
But I do know one thing though
B****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I’ll love you one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
‘Till then just sit your drunk a** on that f***in runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I’m here to save you girl
Come be in Shady’s world
I wanna grow together
Lets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I’m here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady’s world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
B**** you make me hurl.
First thing you said
I’m not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don’t see what the big deal is anyway,
You’re just plain ol’ Marshall to me
Ooh yeah girl run that game
Hailie Jade, I love that name,
Love that tattoo, what’s that say?
Rot in pieces’ aww that’s great
First off you don’t know Marshall
At all so don’t grow partial
That’s ammo for my arsenal
I’ll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave handprints all across you
Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can’t have
Ooh girl that’s too damn bad
Don’t touch what you can’t grab
End up with two back hands
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can’t stand
Girl you just blew your chance
Don’t mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
B****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I’ll love you one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
‘Til then just sit your drunk a** on that f***in runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I’m here to save you girl
Come be in Shady’s world
I wanna grow together
Let’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I’m here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady’s world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
B**** you make me hurl.
Songwriters: Jeffrey Irwin Bass / Marshall B Mathers / Steven Lee King

 

Say Goodbye Hollywood (2002)

Say Goodbye Hollywood was Eminem’s track about the pressures of living in the spotlight and how people should be careful what they wish for.

He discusses the perils of fame and how all he ever really wanted to was to give his daughter Hailie the life he’d never had but his rising star means they spend a lot of time apart.

Say Goodbye Hollywood lyrics

Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
I thought I had it all figured out I did
I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
But I wasn’t tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself planted on my knees in cuffs
Which should of been a reason enough for me to get my stuff and just leave
How come I couldn’t just see this shit myself its me
Nobody could of seen this shit I felt
Knowing damn well she wasn’t gonna be there when I fell
To catch me the minute she was seen she just bailed
I’m standing and swingin’ on like 30 people by myself
I couldn’t even see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin’ a heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold two million records I don’t need to go to jail
I’m not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down, tryna get my feet on solid ground
So for now
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood

Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Bury my face in comic books, ’cause I don’t want to look
And nothing in this world is too much
I swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol I would
And hit it for good and say good bye to Hollywood
I probably should ’cause these problems are piled all at once
‘Cause everything that bothers me I got all bottled up
I think I’m bottoming out but I’m not about to give up
I gotta get up, thank god I got a little girl
Now I’m a responsible father so not a lot of good
I’d be to my daughter laying in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood ’cause I don’t know how to do it
All I know is that I don’t want her following in the footsteps
Of my dad ’cause I hate him so bad
Worst feeling I had was growing up to be like his fucking ass
Man if you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans when I tell em
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
I don’t want to quit
This shit, it feels like this is it
For me to have this much I feel like this is it
This is not a game this fame the real life is as sick
Publicity my ass, consume my fucking dick
Fuck the guns, I’m done ill never look at gats
If I scrap, I’m a scrap it like I never whooped some ass
I love my fans but no one ever puts a grasp on the fact
That I sacrificed everything I had
I never dreamed I’d get to the level that I’m at
This is wack, this is more then I ever could of asked
Everywhere I go I had a sweater, hood or mask
What about math? how come I wasn’t never good at that
Its like the boy in a bubble who never could adapt I’m trapped
If I could go back, I never would of rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, ill never get it back
I just want to leave this game with level head intact
Imagine going from being no one and seein’ everything blow up
And all you did was grow up M-Cin’
Its fucking crazy, all I wanted was to give Hailey the life I never had
I’ve forced us to live alienated, so I’m saying
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood
Please don’t cry for me
When I’m gone for good
So, goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood
Please don’t cry for me
When I’m gone for good
Songwriters: Luis Edgardo Resto / Marshall B Mathers / Michael A Elizondo

 

When I’m Gone (2005)

When I’m Gone offers a glimpse into the regrets Eminem feels he has as a parent and how he wishes he could have spent more time with Hailie growing up.

When I’m Gone

Yeah, it’s my life
My own words, I guess
Have you ever loved someone so much
You’d give an arm for
Not the expression, no
Literally give an arm for
When they know they’re your heart
And you know you are their armor
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens when karma
Turns right around and bites you
And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you
What happens when you become the main source of her pain
“Daddy look what I made”
“Dad’s gotta go catch a plane”
“Daddy where’s mommy?
I can’t find mommy, where is she?”
“I don’t know, go play, Hailie baby, your daddy’s busy
Daddy’s writing a song, this song ain’t gon’ write itself”
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother who’s the spittin’ image of her
That’s Slim Shady, yeah baby Slim Shady’s crazy
Shady made me
But tonight, Shady’s rock-a-bye baby
And when I’m gone just carry on don’t mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that
I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby, don’t feel no pain, just smile back
And when I’m gone just carry on don’t mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that
I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby, don’t feel no pain, just smile back
I keep havin’ this dream
I’m pushin’ Hailie on a swing, she keeps screamin’, she don’t want me to sing
“You’re makin’ mommy cry, why, why is mommy cryin’”
“Baby, daddy ain’t leavin’ no more, daddy you’re lyin’
You always say that, you always say this is the last time
But you ain’t leavin’ no more daddy, you’re mine”
She’s pilin’ boxes in front of the door tryin’ to block it
“Daddy please, daddy, don’t leave, daddy, no, stop it”
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
It’s got a picture, “This will keep you safe daddy, take it with ya”
I look up, it’s just me standin’ in the mirror
These fuckin’ walls must be talkin’, ’cause man I can hear ’em
They’re sayin’, “you got one more chance to do right
And it’s tonight, now go out and show ’em that you love ’em before it’s too late”
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
It turns to a stage, they’re gone and the spotlight is on and I’m singin’
And when I’m gone just carry on don’t mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that
I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby, don’t feel no pain, just smile back
And when I’m gone just carry on don’t mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that
I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby, don’t feel no pain, just smile back
Sixty thousand people all jumpin’ out their seat
The curtain closes, they’re throwin’ roses at my feet
I take a bow, and thank you all for comin’ out
They’re screamin’ so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
I glance down, I don’t believe what I’m seein’
“Daddy, its me, help mommy, her wrists are bleedin’”
But baby we’re in Sweden
How did you get to Sweden?
“I followed you daddy
You told me that you weren’t leavin’
You lied to me dad, and now you made mommy sad
And I bought you this coin, it says number one dad
That’s all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin”
“I get the point, fine, me and mommy are goin’”
“But baby wait, it’s too late dad, you made your choice
Now go out there and show ’em that you love ’em more than us
That’s what they want
They want you, Marshall
They keep screamin’ your name
It’s no wonder you can’t go to sleep
Just take another pill, yeah I bet you you will!
You rap about it, yeah word, kid keep it real”
I hear a applause, all this time I couldn’t see
How could it be, that the curtain is closin’ on me
I turn around, find a gun on the ground
Cock it, put it to my brain, scream “die Shady!” And pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes
The plane that I was supposed to be on, crashes, and burns to ashes
That’s when I wake up
Alarm clock’s ringing, there’s birds singin’
It’s spring and Hailie’s outside swingin’
I walk right up to Kim and kiss her tell her I miss her
Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister almost as if to say
And when I’m gone just carry on don’t mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that
I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby, don’t feel no pain, just smile back
And when I’m gone just carry on don’t mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that
I’m lookin’ down on you smilin’
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby, don’t feel no pain, just smile back
Songwriters: Smokey Robinson / William Robinson Jr.

 

Hailie’s Revenge (2003)

Back in 2002, Ja Rule rapped about Eminem’s daughter Hailie on his track Loose Change: ‘Em, you claim your mother’s a crackhead/And Kim is a known slut/So what’s Hailie gon’ be when she grows up.’ Hailie was seven-years-old at the time.

Eminem responded in 2003 with Doe Ray Me ‘Hailie’s Revenge’), but in his latest album Kamikaze, he responds again in Greatest.

He raps: ‘I hear you talking shit, I’m just too big to respond to it / God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window / Somebody better child-proof it / ’Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit.’

And Ja Rule was ready to respond, tweeting: ‘Guess that Hailie line must be starting to hit home.’

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gn-q2-sxjcg

Hailie’s Revenge lyrics

[2Pac:]
Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray

[Ja Rule:]
Em, you claim ya mother’s a crackhead and Kim is a known slut so what’s Hailie gon’ be when she grows up?

Ah-ha! Yeah! C’mon!
G-g-g-g G-Unit! Hailie
What?
Come here baby, bring daddy his Oscar
OK
We’re gonna shove it up Ja Rule’s ass!

[Swift:]
I’m about to get rid of some hoes, it’s simple
I’m quick to murder ink with lead
And I ain’t talking ’bout a pencil
Look at what the fuck you done got into
I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong
You put E before the D, ’cause that’s all you on
You on Pac’s dick, you a replica guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by
All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real
Life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That another nigga got you? They didn’t see skills
And I ain’t playin’, you a brother getting cheated
And Ja Rule be prayin’ on his cover, ’cause he need it
And all you niggas hating, shut your mouths!
It’s just that real niggas ain’t buying that shit y’all put out

[Obie Trice:]
Doe, rae, me, but we don’t sing, motherfuckers
So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherfuckers
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin’ less than R&B coming from that regime
“Regime” is a little extreme
Neck and neck with soldiers, motherfuckin’ Marines
Ja sold his soul to sing
Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed
Now that you’ve embraced the green
Don’t fuck with the triple beams
You’s a motherfuckin’ actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him
Told him, “Reenact him, you go platinum!”
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don’t enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy
So I’m click-clackin’ this toy, mash and destroy
Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker!

[Eminem:]
Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da
Don’t blame me ’cause you washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac
Don’t hate me, I’m too hot and you’re not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac
You’ll get popped poppin’ all that shit you pop

[Kuniva:]
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs
We don’t take you serious, nigga, you shook
You half of a half-way crook; get off X dick, go sing a hook!
Nigga, and you can’t replace the late great one
And when you gone you only gon’ be the late fake one
Nigga, please stick to the script
Before the guns stick to the clip
And Benzino, you ain’t shit but a bitch!
Fuckin’ old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin’ senior citizen
Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive
Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?
A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect
With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You niggas can scream, holler and curse
Go ahead and respond
And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[Proof:]
Slim didn’t send Proof to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones
What’s wrong? Didn’t think we strong with real niggas?
Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us
It’s real business, y’all ain’t caught the concept
You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss, you gon’ see me on your porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
But Detroit niggas early and ain’t scurred to bust

[Kon Artis:]
Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who’s behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite?
That dress like a Lil Kim fox
You’re just like a little windbox
Press tight on the trigger of this Glock
Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat
You knock Pac’s songs without love to help you sleep
You got shot in your video trying mock Pac
You Mockaveli; get your own identity!

[Eminem:]
Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da
Don’t blame me ’cause you washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac
Don’t hate me, I’m too hot and you’re not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac
You’ll get popped poppin’ all that shit you pop

Don’t you never say my little girl’s name in a song again
Fuckin’ punk-pussy bitch! I’ll fuck you up, boy! Never!
Don’t you never in your motherfuckin’ life…
I’ll choke the shit out of you little motherfuckin’ midget
Hailie’ll whip your motherfuckin’ ass

[Obie Trice:]
That’s right, motherfuckers
Shady records, what you know about it?
Fuck Benzino! Fuck Ja Rule!
Nigga, this Obie Trice right here talkin’ to you motherfuckers
Ja Rule punk ass, yeah, fuckin’ Soul 4 Real ass
Nigga, that’s Soul 4 Real
That the nigga from Soul 4 Real!
Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin’
You don’t know what’s, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade

[Hailie and Eminem:]
Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?
No, honey, you guys are the same size

 

In Your Head (2017)

Another track in which Eminem apologises to Hailie for using her in around 80% of his tracks.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fforXxwpg5c

In Your Head lyrics

In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
I’m packin’ up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit
And I’m just drivin’ as far as I can get
Away from these problems ’til all of my sorrows I forget
What’s tomorrow like? ‘Cause tonight I’m startin’ life again
Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin’?
Besides psycho when I fantasize startin’ my whole life over
Yeah right, oh and I might go and
Get hypnotized so I don’t even recognize no one
I try to look alive but there’s nothin’ like holdin’ your head up high
When you’re dead inside and I just hide, so in
Case you’re wonderin’ why my insides showin’
‘Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine so I’m
Pickin’ them up and stuffin’ them back
Fuck it, I’ve done enough in this rap shit
Recovery brought me nothin’ but back
To right where I was and perhaps
This coulda been my victory lap, if I wasn’t on the verge of relapse
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
It seems to be the reoccurring main theme
The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen
I went from an irate teenager to still raging
Isn’t it though amazing, back then I put anything
Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy or angry
I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it
Yay me, I did it, did what?
Hailie, baby, I didn’t mean to make you eighty
Percent of what I rapped about
Maybe I shoulda did a better job at separating
Shady and entertaining from real life
But this fame thing is still the hardest thing to explain
It’s the craziest shit I ever seen
And back then it was like I ain’t even
Bothered taking into consideration
You one day being older and may hear me say things
I didn’t (A) mean and (B) just ain’t me
Okay, so ladies and gentlemen
Let’s strip away everything and see the main reason that I
Feel like a lame piece of shit, I sound cranky and bitter
Complain, beef and bicker ’bout the same things
‘Cause when I look at me, I don’t see what they see
I feel ashamed, greedy and lately I’ve been contemplating
Escaping to get away and go wherever this road takes me
It’s making me crazy, what’s in my
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Songwriters: Dolores Mary O’Riordan / Marc Shemer / Marshall Mathers

 

Headlights (2013)

In Headlights Eminem responds to his 2002 track Cleaning Out My Closet, in which he tells his mum he doesn’t want her to have anything to do with his daughters. In Headlights, he suggests they meet and more forward as a family.

Headlights lyrics

Mom
I know I let you down
And though you say the days are happy
Why is the power off, and I’m fucked up?
And mom, I know he’s not around
But don’t you place the blame on me
As you pour yourself another drink and
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
I went in headfirst
Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse
My mom probably got it the worst
The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are
Did I take it too far?
Cleaning out my closet and all them other songs
But regardless I don’t hate you ’cause ma!
You’re still beautiful to me, cause you’re my mom
Though far be it for you to be calling, my house was Vietnam
Desert Storm and both of us put together
Can form an atomic bomb equivalent to chemical warfare
And forever we can drag this on and on
But, agree to disagree
That gift from me up under the Christmas tree don’t mean shit to me
You’re kicking me out? It’s fifteen degrees and it’s Christmas Eve (little prick just leave)
Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other’s goats
Why we always at each others throats? Especially when dad, he fucked us both
We’re in the same fucking boat, you’d think that it’d make us close (nope)
Further away that drove us, but together headlights shine, a car full of belongings
Still got a ways to go, back to grandma’s house it’s straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest, so my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old, and
That’s when I realized you were sick and it wasn’t fixable or changeable
And to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
‘Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though
‘Cause you ain’t even get to witness your grand baby’s growth
But I’m sorry mama for ‘Cleaning Out My Closet’, at the time I was angry
Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though, ’cause
Now I know it’s not your fault, and I’m not making jokes
That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it’s on the radio
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
And all the medicine you fed us
And how I just wanted you to taste your own, but
Now the medications taken over and your mental states deteriorating slow
And I’m way too old to cry, that shit’s painful though
But ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan yo
All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both
Foster care, that cross you bare, few may be as heavy as yours
But I love you Debbie Mathers, oh what a tangled web we have, ’cause
One thing I never asked was where the fuck my deadbeat dad was
Fuck it I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address
But I’d have flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus
Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas
Someone ever moved them from me? That you could bet your ass’s
If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them
And although one has met their grandma
Once you pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers
Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you
And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me
As we pulled off to go our separate paths, and
I saw your headlights as I looked back
And I’m mad I didn’t get the chance to thank you for being my Mom and my Dad
So Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet
I guess I had to get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to lay it before I’m dead
The stewardess said to fasten my seat belt, I guess we’re crashing
So if I’m not dreaming, I hope you get this message that I’ll always love you from afar
‘Cause you’re my mama
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
I want a new life
One without a cause
So I’m coming home tonight
Well no matter what the cost
And if the plane goes down
Or if the crew can’t wake me up
Just know that I was alright
And I was not afraid to die
Oh even if there’s songs to sing
My children will carry me
Just know that I’m alright
I was not afraid to die
Because I put my faith in my new girl

So I never say goodbye cruel world
Just know that I’m alright
I am not afraid to die
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
Maybe we took this too far, I want a new life
Songwriters: Jeff Bhasker / Nate Ruess / Marshall Mathers / Luis Resto / Emile Haynie

 

Elevator (2009)

In Elevator, Eminem raps about other rappers using Hailie as a ‘ukulele’, again showing his protective side over his daughter.

He refers to other tracks in Elevator, including 2002’s My Dad’s Gone Crazy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnc4ei0rKYQ

Elevator lyrics

All aboard, okay, next stop, my basement, haha
I’ll meet you down there
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend Proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady
You slay me, nothing you say matters enough that you shame me
Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele
Woopsa that a fucking daisy
That’s a no-no who even she knows Dada’s fucking crazy
Fucking animal, cookoo, bananas, fucking A B
Maybe it’s because I never had a mother raise me
Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby
You may think it’s cause of the way that I was brought up
But it’s all caught up to me now, karma’s in the waters
Every line I ever said has got me in a corner
You might think it doesn’t creep upon ya, but it all does
You wouldn’t listen man, I tried to warn ya when you started
Now your brains all horny cause of all the shit you thought of
Chainsaw slaughters turn your daughters into sawdust
I never thought it’d come to this, I outta just be honest but
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend Proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain’t gonna make it fake it
They get so mad, when I call them both fagots
All these fucking voices in my head I can’t take it
Someone shut that fucking baby up, ‘for I shake it
You’re standing adjacent to Jason’s last slut, they’re facing
Together makes ’em, a fucking bad combination
I lashed at the doctor in my last operation
Shoved the wiener schnitzel up his ass, hopped away some-
Body please stop the patient, get the cops to mase him
Homie, I’m the shizer, pass Doctor Dre some
I can’t leave the game, I just can’t walk away son
No not-a now, not a chance, not today son
I can’t believe I leave for one brief second
And you pussy’s queef all over the rap game, naked
And use a leaf to clean up the crap stains, feck it
I just keep saying the same exact saying, check it
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend Proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Elevator in my house, I’ll smell ya later
I blew the fuck up, a hamster in a microwave
Think about an escalator now, steps, I hate ’em
Told the neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed ’em
Yeah, for every time you ride down the street
Or hideout, drive by my house and beep
Like now motherfucker, try now to sleep
Lie down motherfucker, try countin’ sheep
And you’re tryna find out, why now there’s beef?
Mase in your face bitch, cry now pussy
This is my house, all nine thousand feet
So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouse’s teeth
Then I shove ’em in the elevator, take ’em to the top
Stand above ’em, just to cut the fucking cable, let ’em drop
Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop
While I let ’em fall all the way to the basement, yelling stop!
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend Proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Fucking son of a bitch, I can’t believe this shit
This must be all that there is, this must be it
Fuckin’-A even got a bidet
Wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
Dishwasher’s so big, when I’m pissed off
I can just toss a flying saucer in it
This shit’s awesome, yeah, fucking elevator
Living in a house with a fucking elevator
Songwriters: Luis Edgardo Resto / Marshall B. Iii Mathers

 

Like Toy Soldiers (2004)

In Like Toy Soldiers, Eminem attempts to explain why he has had beef with other rappers, giving the example of how Ja Rule used Hailie on one of his tracks and he ‘lost it’.

At the end of the track, he offers a truce.

In Your Head lyrics

In Your Head
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down,
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I’m suppose to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain’t never suppose to show it, my crew ain’t suppose to know it
Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don’t matter
I never drag ’em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to
I’m suppose to set an example, I need to be the leader
My crew looks for me to guide ’em
If some shit ever just pop off I’m suppose to be beside ’em
That Ja shit, I tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it
There’s a certain line, you just don’t cross it, and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie’s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much energy on it, honestly I’m exhausted
I’m so caught it I almost feel like I’m the one who caused it
This ain’t what I’m in Hip Hop for, it’s not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I want to destroy something I helped build
It wasn’t my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning
And that’s just outta respect, for not running my mouth
And talking about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn’t my beef, So I did
I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he’s all over TV
Now I’m talking a man who literally saved my life, like fuck it
I understand, this is business and this shit just isn’t none of my business
But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down, like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
It used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn’t have to worry about one of your people dying
But now it’s elevated cause once you put someone’s kids in it
Shit gets escalated, it ain’t just words no more, is it
It’s a different ball game, call names and you ain’t just rapping
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn’t gonna go after him
Until Ja’ start yappin’ in magazines how he stabbed him
Fuck ’em 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
Meanwhile my intentions pulled me in other directions
Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks
That I’ll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record
But now he’s fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it
That motherfucker can get it too, fuck ’em then
But I’m so busy being pissed off, I don’t stop to think
That we just inherited 50’s beef with Murder Inc
And he’s inherited mine, which is fine, ain’t like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that’s on the front line that’s willing to die for us
As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us
Strictly to show they support us
Maybe shout ’em out in a rap or up in a chorus to show we love ’em back
And to let ’em know how important it is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is
But I ain’t trying to have none of my people hurt or murdered
It ain’t worth it, I can’t think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love y’all too much to see the verdict
I’ll walk away from it all before I’ll let it go any further
But don’t get it twisted, it’s not a plea that I’m coping
I’m just willing to be the bigger man
If y’all can quit popping off at the jaws with the knocking
‘Cause frankly I’m sick of talking
I’m not gonna let someone else’s coffin rest on my conscience ’cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down, like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
Songwriters: Luis Resto / Marshall (eminem) Mathers / Marta Marrero / Michael Jay Margules

 

Not Alike (2018)

On Kamikaze track Not Alike, Eminem hits out again at rappers using his daughter’s name on their tracks to try to get to him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdJg4MJxRT0

Not Alike lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
“May-back”, Maybach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic when we’re on it (yah)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s nada like us on the mic (yah!)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9″]
I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y’all blowin’ smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin’ to a party I am not invited to, feelin’ like the streets need me
I ain’t gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy
I don’t gotta hire goons
I’d rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new
The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me
I’m confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin’ chick joints
Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
‘Member everybody used to bite Nickel
Now everybody doin’ Bitcoin
We don’t got nothin’ in common (no!)
We don’t got nothin’ in common (no!)
Y’all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I’m into stuff like doublin’ commas
Find me a brother who’s solid
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
When the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin’ colonic
Sellin’ your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
Now you slippin’, call it a power trip, a product of politics
Y’all went from profit and toppin’ the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless
If you’ve got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin’ strippers, prostitutes retirin’
We can spit it for ya advance
I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas—

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
“May-back”, Maybach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic when we’re on it (yah)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s nada like us—

[Verse 2: Eminem]
You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy!)
The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang!)
But you just a wannabe gunna (gay!)
Like you was gonna do somethin’
Actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy!)
And you got juice, lil youngin, you buggin’
You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain’t plugged in to nothin’
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (pew!)
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better put a
Strap on, other words if you’re gonna
Roll up with your (gang!) you’re gon’ need a arsenal
‘Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt!)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
And I’m talkin’ to you, but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfuckers
But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time Shady ’bout to sound off
Like a fuckin’ cocked semi Glock, demi-god
Let me put a fuckin’ silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me
You’re not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I’m not gettin’ through
We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach, lettin’ off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a hard shell
With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre’s belly
Only time you’ll ever say I lost
You’ll be talkin’ ’bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off, and you better hope I don’t call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
Punk, you don’t disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
That I’ll be the most hated, though made it
So that there’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
‘Cause life is a bitch, she’s a bow-legged ho
But now those days are over
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Or lederhosen with home-made explosives
I blow eighty holes in you
Don’t make me go in, I OJ the flows and
I’m insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
I’m throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin’
I double-edge sword it ’cause one place I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
Invisible with the pen, I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
I’m fuckin’ these syllables, I let ’em lick on my genitals
I’m a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
That you bitches fuckin’ with, the original
I consider me and Nickel identical, but not us
The only thing we have in common is I’m a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin’ to do with the other
None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster!

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic when we’re on it (yah)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s nada like us—
(Man, fuck this shit, let’s go)

 

Hailie, 22, was born on 25 December 1995 in Detroit, Michigan. Her mother is Eminem’s high school girlfriend Kimberly Anne Scott, 43.

The keen Instagrammer has two half-sisters on her mum’s side – Alaina Marie Mathers, 25, and Whitney Scott Mathers, 16.

While neither are Eminem’s biological daughters, he has adopted both and cares for them.

 

 

Whitney is Kim’s daughter from a previous relationship whereas Alaina is Kim’s sister Dawn’s daughter from another relationship.

Dawn passed away in 2016. Both Kim and Eminem – whose real name is Marshall Bruce Mathers III – are Alaina’s legal guardians.

Kim also has a son called Parker but it’s understood Eminem is not his legal guardian.

Hailie Jade (Picture: Instagram/hailiescott1)

Hailie seems to like taking selfies on Instagram (Picture: Instagram/hailiescott1)
Meanwhile Dawn, who was born on 9 January 1975 and died on 19 January 2016, has two sons as well as Alaina.

Their names are Patrick Scott and Adam Scott but again, it’s understood Eminem is not their guardian either.

 

Eminem and Kimberly married in 1999 but divorced two years later in 2001.

Despite Eminem vowing never to marry again, they then reconciled and remarried in 2006, with Eminem then filing for divorce just months later.

Hailie uses Instagram, and she’s been known to post quite revealing selfies on there.

 

When she turned 22 she shared a racy photo of herself, which saw her reclining on a red chaise longue wearing jeans, heels, and a white top featuring a cut-out which revealed more than her abs.

 

Hailie captioned the pic: ‘Happy early birthday to me’, with her followers rushing to compliment her and offer their birthday wishes.

 

Eminem and Hailie (Picture: WENN)

Eminem and Kim Scott (Picture: Wenn)

 

Another man in Hailie’s life is her boyfriend, Evan McClintock.

They went public in May this year, which marked a rare moment in Hailie embracing the public eye too, as she has notoriously shunned it.

Evan and Hailie have been dating for over two years.

 

 

The two met at university, where Hailie studied psychology and Evan economics, with sources telling Daily Mail: ‘Hailie’s family have welcomed Evan, they are a fantastic young couple who love cosy nights in rather than hard partying.’

Hailie publicly spoke for the first time for an interview with the publication, as she revealed her plans after graduating from Michigan State University and her relationship with her father.

On whether she sees her dad regularly she said:  ‘Of course, we are very close.’

Evan better treat Hailie right, or he’ll have Em after him (Picture: WireImage)
She added she wasn’t sure what her post-college plans were, but that ‘people have been reaching out through [Instagram], as I don’t have any [management].’

She has over one million followers on Instagram and has shown herself to be a keen beauty influencer.

Eminem has often spoken about his daughter, rapping about her, but also doting on her in interviews.

In 2002 he said: ‘She has been my main source of drive and motivation, especially when she was first born. I didn’t have a career yet, I didn’t have money, I didn’t have a place to live. I think that kicked me in the a*** harder knowing, ‘How am I going to raise her?’

(Picture: Instagram/hailiescott1)
‘She’s always been the driving force for me to stay busy, stay focused, always been my number one reason for fear of failure. I can’t fail. I can’t have her grow up and not be able to say, ‘My dad succeeded’.

‘I talk about her a lot, the truth is she is all I got in this world. If everything ended tomorrow, she’s all that I have.’

Hailie is now 22 (Picture: Instagram/Hailee Scott)

Eminem’s daughter is attending college in Michigan after achieving the prestigious Summa Cum Laude status in high school, which is awarded to those achieving a 3.9 or above grade point average.