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"Devil In A New Dress" (originally titled "Magic Hour"[1]) is the eighth track from Kanye West's fifth studio album, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010).[2] It was released as a single on September 3, 2010, as part of Kanye's GOOD Fridays series.[3] While the initial version only had a verse from Kanye, the version on the album features a verse from Rick Ross. It is Rick's second most streamed song of all time.[4]

In the song, Kanye and Rick rap about doing very sexual things to their girlfriends while using religious metaphors.[1]

Like many songs in My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, the song appears in the short film, Runaway.

Production[]

The song heavily samples Smokey Robinson's 1973 song, "Will You Love Me Tomorrow?".[5]

Background[]

Producer Bink! stated that the first line Kanye came up with for the song was "She love Jesus but she learned a lot from Satan".[1]

Rick had initially wrote and recorded another verse for the song, but Kanye said that he could do better and made Rick rewrite his verse. Rick complied and wrote another verse, which Kanye added to the song.[1]

Music video[]

Rick Ross premiered the music video for "Devil In A New Dress" on January 27, 2011. The music video was directed by SpiffTV and Dre Films and only features Rick's portion of the song.[6] In the video, Rick cruises around the streets of Toronto, Canada while smoking a blunt.[7]

Lyrics[]

[Intro]
Uh
Uh
I love it, though
I love it, though, huh, you know?

[Chorus]
Uh, put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean, a n*gga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 1]
May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
Make brash decisions, oh, she do it
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
She putting on her makeup, she casually allure
Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"
Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime

[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
I mean, a n*gga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 2]
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour
And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
You see, I always loved that sense of humor
But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie"
The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You love me for me, could you be more phony?

[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 3]
Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character
All-black tux, n*gga's shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh)
Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh
Hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore, G4s at the Clearport
When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope, I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud
Different traps I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne
Whole clique appetites had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh)
Getting 2Pac money twice over
Still a real n*gga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh)
Uh

[Intro]
Uh
Uh
I love it, though
I love it, though, huh, you know?

[Chorus]
Uh, put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean, a n*gga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 1]
May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
Make brash decisions, oh, she do it
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
She putting on her makeup, she casually allure
Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"
Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime

[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
I mean, a n*gga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 2]
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour
And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
You see, I always loved that sense of humor
But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie"
The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You love me for me, could you be more phony?

[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?

Credits[]

Adapted from Spotify[8]:

References[]

GOOD Fridays
2010
"POWER (Remix)" • "Monster" • "Runaway Love (Remix)" • "Devil In A New Dress" • "Good Friday" • "Lord Lord Lord" • "So Appalled" • "Christian Dior Denim Flow" • "Don't Stop!" • "Take One For The Team" • "Don't Look Down" • "The Joy" • "Looking For Trouble" • "Chain Heavy" • "Christmas In Harlem"
2016
"FACTS" • "Real Friends" • "No More Parties In LA" • "30 Hours"
2022
"True Love" • "530" • "Pablo" • "We Did It Kid"
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