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May 20 2022
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25 Best Guest Verses In Hip Hop History : Hip Hop artists have always been unafraid of working together. No other form of music, with the possible exception of Jazz, knows as many collaborations as Hip Hop does, and a lot of careers have been kick-started by a single well-timed guest spot. For this list, we have selected twenty-five of the very best guest verses in the history of Hip Hop .

With thousands of guest verses to choose from, of course it is nearly impossible to narrow it down to just twenty-five. Because taste is entirely subjective and it is really not possible to quantify what constitutes a great verse (flow? delivery? wordplay? complex rhyme schemes? emotion? lyrical substance?), lots of epic and memorable verses will not be included here. That is by no means meant as a slight to verses or artists that are omitted, this list just serves to celebrate a number of great emcees who laid down some of their best or most famous bars on other people’s songs.

What do YOU think? Are your favorites guest verses on this list? If not, what verse do you feel deserves a mention? Listen and read along… Enjoy!

Released not long after the violent death of 2Pac , this collaboration became one of Scarface’s most popular and best-known songs and the centerpiece of his fourth solo album The Untouchable, which went platinum quickly – not in the last place on the strength of this classic track.

Our lifestyles be close-captioned / Addicted to fatal attractions / Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin’ / No fairy tales for this young black male / Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales / Hustlers hardly think of culture / Or the repercussions while bustin’ on backstabbin’ vultures / Sellin’ my soul for material wishes, fast cars, and b***** / Wishin’ I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures / Why shed tears? Save your sympathy / My childhood years were spent / Buryin’ my peers in the cemetery / Here’s a message to the newborns waitin’ to breathe / If you believe, then you can achieve; just look at me! / Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on / Livin’ in the projects, broke with no lights on / To all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence / Born with less, but you still precious; just smile for me now!

F*** the world, as we elope and witness furious speeds / Unanswered questions keep us all stressin’, curious G’s / Backstabbed and bleedin’ / Crooked thoughts laced with weed, learnin’ / Duckin’ stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin’ / Inhalin’ sherm smoke, visualize the flames / Will I be smothered by my own pain? / Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to diss us / Takin’ pictures for the feds in desperate hopes they’d get us / Hit us off, give us plenty centuries / Forgive my sins, since I entered many penitentiaries / The best revenge is “F*** friends!” / We military minded soldiers / Bustin’ shots blindly, tryin’ to find Jehovah / To help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy / Scared to drop a seed hopin’ I ain’t cursed my babies / Maybe now n***** feel me now, picture my pain / Embrace my words, make the world change / And still I smile, n****…

A hugely influential & timeless classic, this ‘G-Funk’ track and lead single off Dr Dre’s seminal The Chronic ushered in a new era in Hip Hop. It established West Coast dominance in rap, and it was the breakthrough moment for Dr Dre ’s young protégé Snoop Doggy Dogg , who got to flex his unique flow and style with some legendary bars.

One, two, three and to the four / Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door / Ready to make an entrance, so back on up / (‘Cause you know we’re about to rip sh** up) / Give me the microphone first so I can bust, like a bubble / Compton and Long Beach together / Now you know you’re in trouble / Ain’t nothing but a G thang, baby / Two loc’ed out n*****, so we’re crazy / Death Row is the label that pays me / Unfadeable, so please don’t try to fade this (Hell yeah) / But um, back to the lecture at hand / Perfection is perfected, so I’ma let ’em understand / From a young G’s perspective / And before me dig out a b**** I have to find a contraceptive / You never know, she could be earning her man / And learning her man, and at the same time burning her man / Now, you know I ain’t with that sh**, Lieutenant / Ain’t no p**** good enough to get burnt while I’m up in it / And that’s realer than Real-Deal Holyfield / And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel / Well, if it’s good enough to get broke off a proper chunk / I’ll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff…

Falling back on that a*s, with a hellafied gangsta lean / Getting funky on the mic, like a old batch of collard greens / It’s the capital S, oh yes, I’m fresh, N double-O, P / D, O, double-G, Y, D, O, double-G, you see / Showing much flex when it’s time to wreck a mic / Pimping hoes and clocking a grip, like my name was Dolomite / Yeah, and it don’t quit / I think they in the mood for some mothaf*****’ G sh**…


One of the best tracks from the underrated Boogie Down Productions album Sex & Violence . The unsung Freddie Foxxx (a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles) drops some dope rhymes to complement those of KRS.

Listen as I flex, cause I’m about to rip up shop / It’s the return of the hip-hop master, Freddie the Foxxx / (Bo!) Rappers that see me, don’t even speak, just walk / Cause I’m the maddest n**** in New York (hah!) / I see a rapper in the crowd that I don’t like / I wanna fight, so when I drop the mic / I’mma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to wimps / (suckers) that wanna be pimps / I heard it said that a pimp’ll sell his ass / If his ho won’t, but Freddie Foxxx don’t / Cover your chest G, you better wear a bulletproof vest see / Cause I’m about to leave this place a motherf***** mess / Open hearts on the floor as I explore / Rappers that wanted to be more than number four / Number one’s a hard spot; either you fight / Or get shot, so this is what I got (BO!) / Three Tec-9’s, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades / And I aim to get PAID! / So who wanna step to this, don’t come soft / Cause I’mma straight up knock n***** off (POM! POM!) / And when the cops come to get me / I’mma take a dead body, and bout ten cops with me / I’m sick and tired of hearin rappers talk smack / About who’s nice, and who’s whack, MOTHERF*** THAT / They know my style, and my rep, every stage / That I stepped on – I was the rapper they slept on / But y’all rappers keep sleepin – cause when I plant / Bombs in your house, I’mma wake you up and punch you / In your motherf***** mouth, knock your wife out / Take your sons to safety, cause they’re just kids / And I wanna raise em to face me / And when they get a little bigga / I’mma mop them little n*****, and put their fingerprints / On the trigger — double homicide, call the vice / Another rapper and his family with no life / Yeah you’re Mr. Tough and, you’re full of stuff and / And Freddie Foxxx caught you bluffin / I got you in my torture chamber and you scream / Oh God damn, it’s like Silence of the Lambs / But I don’t mangle em and eat em / I take MC’s to the war zone, and there I defeat em / It gets much worse, with every verse / As the F-R-E-D-D-I-E F-O-X-X-X, HURTS! / Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes, maims / You suckers know my name! / Aiyyo Kris! I’m rhymin long enough (say what?) / Get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF…

One of the most recognizable EPMD tracks, with a sick beat and fire lyrics by Erick and Parrish and especially by guest rapper LL Cool J , who arguably brings his best ever bars as a guest.

The Ripper, the master, the overlordian / Playing MC’s like a old accordion / I get the inspiration from unnecessary station / Them sayin’ I was vacationin’ / You can’t quote with your weaker throat / Tryin to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes / Major MC’s become minor B-flats / So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats / Here’s your chance to advance, get in your stance / I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants / Pure entertainment, tonight’s your arraignment / You’re guilty – face down on the pavement! / No holds barred, it’s time to get scarred / You and your squad better praise the real God / The undertaker, droppin thunder on fakers / When it comes to lyrics I’m as freaky as Seka / So lay the mic down slow and careful / Cause mine is fully loaded and I got another handful / A clip to slip in and start rippin / Divin and dippin and givin punks a whippin (aww shit) / Just in case you wanna go a few rounds or so / I’m down so that you clowns’ll know / Me gettin burnt or hurt won’t be tolerated / I got rhymes up the huh – forget it I’m constipated – L!

What can you say about Big Pun? Almost EVERY verse he dropped was memorable, on his own two albums or as a guest on someone else’s song. His bars on “The Symphony 2000”, The Beatnuts’ “Off The Books”, N.O.R.E.’s “Banned From TV”, Fat Joe’s “Fire Water”, Onyx’ “Shut Em Down” and many others could all have been included here. We chose to go with his verse on Fat Joe’s monumental posse cut “John Blaze”, on which Pun does not spit his most technical intricate rhymes but where he shows off the casual superiority that was so typical of the big man.

My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die / Just give me one try / Now you know you done f***** up right / Hah, you ain’t got no wins in mi casa / Que te pasa, you ain’t even in my clasa / I hate an actor that plays a rapper / I’m Terror Squad beta kappa everybody’s favorite rapper / Grand imperial, college material, insane criminal / The same n***** who known to blow out your brain mineral / I reign subliminal inside your visual / Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical / I’ll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you / Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-sh** on you / Soon as I chitter chatter your sh**’ll shatter / I’m the kid out of Bronx, that’ll stomp you to death like it didn’t matter / I’m even better than before, iller metaphors / Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all…

One of the many highlights on Big Pun’s classic debut album Capital Punishment has two of the game’s best ever lyricists joining forces. Pun kills it as usual and so does The Roots’ lyrical giant.

Black Thought, the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis / Still with the Punisher, that’s my accomplice / Stressing to emcees how they don’t really want this / Electrifying sh** his excellency Thought spit / These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch / Dancing double dutch and all saying nothing much / My sound wave lifting your chin up, like uppercuts / New found ways of ripping sh** up, I de-ve-lop / Your squad chest swell up, still you’re mini-ay-ture to me / Nature-ally I bring the extremity / Musically intense with the globe in suspense / Contemplating where the world traveler been since / The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like an epic / Immerse you in some old next sh**, ill poetic / Thought from Illadelph, somethin’ like nothing else / My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, ‘cause what?

“4,3,2,1” is notable for starting the LL Cool J vs. Canibus feud. LL Cool J took offense to the lines “L, is that a mic on your arm? Let me borrow that”, which referenced his tattoo of a microphone on LL’s arm. Canibus claimed it was his own way of showing the rap veteran respect, but LL was not having it and wrote an indirect diss to Canibus:

“Now let’s get back to this mic on my arm / If it ever left my side, it’d transform into a time bomb / You don’t wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize / And you don’t wanna make me mad, n****, you wanna socialize.”

Before the song was released, LL Cool J asked Canibus to change his lines. Canibus claims that LL vowed to modify his own lines as well, but the latter denied this and pointed out that nobody would know who he was talking about if only Canibus’ line was changed. Whatever the exact case, the beef between LL and Canibus began here. If you never heard Canibus’s bars BEFORE LL told him to rewrite his rhymes, check them out right here:

Method, where the gods at? Redman, where the squad at? / Yo L, is that a mic on your arm? Let me borrow that / Who’s the God of rap you saying is nice? / I’ll beat a dead n**** to death and beat a dead n**** to life / If you look at me long enough, I’ll start to read your thoughts / If the signal was strong enough and then I’ll call your bluff / Let’s see how many rhymes you got / I can go on for more Millenias than Mazdas got in a car lot / And there’s nowhere to run to, when I confront ya / N****, I’ll call your bluff like you had a phone number / Who wanna see Canibus get wild? / Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile? / I take them in all shapes, sizes, and forms, spit on / Any emcees who ain’t close enough to shit on / Zero to 60? I’m already doing a hundred when I’m blunted / And I give it to any n**** that want it / Your head will spin so fast, you’ll catch whiplash / I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass / Make your hard drive crash, the C colon backslash / And I’ll go back to the booth to school your whack ass / Because the object of the game is to spark every cell in your brain / At degrees hotter than blue flames / Propane gas, it incinerate you into ashes / I got you breathin’ harder than girls in Lamaze classes / Stop bitchin’ about if it’s written or freestyle / Got the whole Spanish community saying I’m muy mal / Charging n***** with booty styles $50 fines / In addition to $25 for whack punchlines / ’Cause I’m the top dog running the yard / And I represent cause I never chained to the fence / Hence to battle me is impossible / I’ll put your whole crew in the hospital with IVs all in their nostrils / Stop sleeping on me, I ain’t a mattress / Put you through more drama than a soap opera actress / Don’t even think about pulling out and opening fire / Gunshots wound but I remove bullets with pliers / I aspire to kick the fattest that you’ve ever witnessed / From a far side, that’s even confusing the fat lip / Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge / I’ll make your head nod ’til your neck runs out of cartilage / I think it’s obvious that I can bring the ruckus / Scream on your crew like a military drill instructor / When I come through, n***** stand stiller than statues / If I have to, I’ll battle your whole rap crew / Then I’ll attack you with words that’s absurd / And rip your f****** skin off just to get on your nerves…

This semi-spoken word intro verse to UGK’s classic cut is among the best guest verses Three Stacks ever did – and he did A LOT.

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see / Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be / And I apologize if this message gets you down / Then I CC’ed every girl that I’d see-seed ’round town / And hate to see y’all frown but I’d rather see her smilin’ / Wetness all around me, true, but I’m no island / Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy / Give up all this p**** cat that’s in my lap, no looking back / Spaceships don’t come equipped with rearview mirrors / They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped / I’m so like a pimp, I’m glad it’s night / So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum / When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom / Like a preemie out the womb / My partner yelling, Too soon / Don’t do it! / Reconsider, read some liter- / -ature on the subject / You sure? F*** it / You know we got your back like chiropractic / If that b**** do you dirty we’ll wipe her a*s out in some detergent / Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar / I know you ain’t a pimp, but pimp remember what I taught ya: / Keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart / Hey keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart / Man these girls is smart Three Stacks, these girls is smart Play your part…play your part….

Scarface is another one of those lyrical giants who literally has dozens of guest verses that deserve a spot on a list like this one. His ability to convey real emotion is second to none and his bars on Beanie Sigel’s “Mom Praying” are among his most poignant and heartfelt – a tribute to his mother who did not have long to live when this song was recorded.

Don’t cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm / And I found peace right here in your arms / By the way, how you gettin along, huh? / I know it’s been tough bearing the pain since daddy’s been gone / But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear / I’m thankin God you still here / Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks / Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax / I’m never gon’ forget that, look in your eyes / When you told me that my grandfather died / It was like nothing had happened, [naw] and I’m knowin that you miss him / But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian / And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life / And I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ / Cuz I’m knowin I can’t make it alone [uh, uh] / You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven’s your home / And as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha / And thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister / And I’m never gon’ forget ya / Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon’ miss ya… mama…

From the soundtrack to the 1997 gangster movie “Hoodlum”, this Mobb Deep track with regular collaborator Big Noyd and all-time legend Rakim is often overlooked, and that’s just wrong. “Ain’t nobody stopping this – Rakim and Infamous…” Rakim effortlessly drops his 16, full of internal rhymes and a few references to his own classics – there is a good reason why the R is called the God MC.

“Yo, you wanna come test, son it’s massive stress / Penalties of death, pay your last respects / We harass your rep if you slept or half step / We adapt to see what we can master next / After sex pass the bless for after effects / Relax through stress, do math and set, mad connects / Cash the check to get assets we blast techs / Dealing with the mental aspects in chess / So retreat your troops, if you Dunns come to shot / Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute / I keep ’em leery of the deadly “7 MC” theory / Soon as they hear me, I release “Lyrics of Fury” / And quick to say a poem that ricochet in your dome / My clique made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone / So I can get the cheddar and be the better trendsetter / The 18th Letter Forever, what…

Pharoahe Monch is one of the best emcees in the game and this is one of his most celebrated performances, part of the 2000 Lyricist Lounge album.

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages / Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe’s raps are blazin / And it amazes – me how you claim thug / But go two-ways without Skytel pagers / I’m intellectual, pass more essays / Than motorcade police parades through East L.A / More beef then deli’s, thus what I vent is just / What you lust to vent, it’s irrele’ / Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch’ll do ya / Maintain the same frame of mind – screw ya! / Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures / I’m equipped to rip ya, reach ya / Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis / Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here / Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis / The dosage is leavi
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