• Release Date: June 27, 2000
• Label: Epic Records
• Producers: Eddie F, Darren Lighty (Production), Balewa Muhammad, Clifton Lighty (Writing)
• The Charts: #1 on the US Billboard R&B Chart / #5 on the Billboard Hot 100.

The Track History

By the summer of 2000, R&B was undergoing a transition from the smooth ballads of the late 90s to more rhythmic, club-ready tunes. Enter: Ruff Endz who delivered the perfect track with “No More.” Released as the lead single from their debut album Love Crimes, the track became an instant anthem for anyone looking to “upgrade” their lifestyle by deleting a toxic relationship from their database.

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The Numbers

• R&B Dominance: The song spent one week at #1 on the US Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart.
• Pop Crossover: Proving its universal appeal, “No More” also peaked at #5 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming a definitive crossover hit of the year 2000.
• Global Footprint: The track reached #11 on the UK Singles Chart and saw significant rotation across Europe and Australia.

Lyrics

Ooh, girl, oh, girl
No more, no more
Bounce, baby, bounce, baby
You can move, uh
Check it out

Baby, relax, sit back and chill (yeah)
Just give me a second and let me tell you how I feel
‘Cause all around town you’ve been steppin’ out
Runnin’ your mouth about, what made you think I wouldn’t find out?
Wasn’t I there for you? Truly cared for you
Maybe my love was just too good
Could’ve had it good, now the love is gone
And went back to your hood with the 54-11’s on

Does he lace you with the finer things? (Does he?)
Does he make you wanna scream his name?
Does he hit it from the front to back?
Did you let him break it down like that?
Should’ve told me the love was gone (should’ve told me, baby)
Never thought that you’d do me wrong (mmm)
Girl, I thought that your love was strong
‘Til I saw you in another man’s arms

No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps (no, no more)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more (kick it, no)

No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more

I saw you on the Ave’ and I laughed
In the backseat, be spilling Henney in his lap
Thought it was me that you was all about
But I’m having doubts ’cause I see you tryna play me out
But when the brother called the crib with beef
Didn’t I represent you when I caught him in the streets?
So let me get the keys to Lex and no more checks
And no more hanging baguettes around your neck, babe

Does he lace you with the finer things? (Mmm)
Does he make ya wanna scream his name? (Yeah)
Does he hit it from the front to back? (Oh)
Did you let him break it down like that? (Ooh)
Should’ve told me the love was gone
Never thought that you’d do me wrong
Girl, I thought that your love was strong (baby)
‘Til I saw you in another man’s arms (no more)

No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more (can’t even kick it no more, baby)

No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more

No more shopping sprees (no more, no more, no more)
No more late night creeps (no more, no more, no more)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more

No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more

I wanna know
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, baby
We can’t even kick it, baby
I wanna know

No more shopping sprees (no more)
No more late night creeps (no more)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more (can’t even kick it)

No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more

No more shopping sprees (oh)
No more late night creeps (oh, yeah)
No more VIP
No more dough (oh, baby)
We can’t even kick it no more (can’t even kick it no more, baby)

No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough (I wanna know)
We can’t even kick it no more (I wanna know, baby)

No more shopping sprees (yeah, yeah)
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough (things ain’t the same no more)
We can’t even kick it no more (ah, ooh)

No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can’t even kick it no more

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Featured Photo: Epic Records

Author Bio

Jael Rucker is the founder of Decked Out Magazine. She has previously worked as the Associate Commerce Editor at PureWow, focusing on analytics and trends to pitch stories and optimize articles that build and engage their audience. Her work has also been seen in Footwear News and WWD. Prior to 2024, she was the style and pop culture editor at ONE37pm for over three years, contributing numerous product reviews, brand profiles and fashion trend reports, which included interviewing Steph Curry, Snoop Dogg and more.