Jealous brings together Russian artists 9mice and Egor Kreed for a track about envy and success. They write lyrics that mix bragging with vulnerability. Producer Akkiru creates a hypnotic beat that drives the song forward with intensity.
Released: April 10, 2026
Jealous
9Mice | Егор Крид (Egor Kreed)
Jealous Meaning & Lyrics (9Mice | Егор Крид (Egor Kreed))
9mice opens with a confession about the weight of fame. He admits to wanting to destroy friendships and boasts about his forty million bank account. The performer mixes these aggressive claims with moments of real loneliness, declaring ‘Half the country hates me — I don’t give a f#ck, really’. He hides his face like the character Kabal, showing how success can feel isolating.
Three, two, one, jealous (akkiru)Three, two, one, jealous (Akkiru).
Angel, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous), dushi menya (F#ck)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous), choke me (F#ck).
Angel, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous), dushi me— (Ayy, ya; 9)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous), choke me— (Ayy, yeah; 9).
Hvatit pryatat’ zavist’Stop hiding your jealousy.
Kogda smotrish’ na nas, ya letayuWhen you look at us, I’m flying high.
Ya hochu razrushit’ vashu druzhbu-uI want to destroy your friendship.
Ya budu delat’ tvoyu podrugu-u (Sprechen)I’ll be taking your girl (Sprechen).
Ved’ u menya sorok millionov na akkaunte (S#k, ya)Because I have forty million in my account (B#tch, yeah).
U menya tretiy god v prayme, n#huy antrakty! (Ye, sprechen)I’m in the third year of my prime, f#ck intermissions! (Yeah, sprechen).
Polovina strany menya heytit — p#huy, real’no (A-a), yaHalf the country hates me — I don’t give a f#ck, really (Ah), yeah.
Ya v etoy s#ke Gallo (A ty odin na talom)I’m Gallo in this b#tch (And you’re all alone).
Ona snyala moi Calvin’s, i ona menya s’yela (S#k, go!)She took off my Calvin’s, and she devoured me (B#tch, go!).
Govorit, ya reinkarnatsiya Kobeyna — ya yey veryu (9)She says I’m the reincarnation of Cobain — and I believe her (9).
I tseluy moyo telo — tvoi guby pitayut yadAnd kiss my body — your lips are feeding on poison.
Zabеri menya, hot’ ty i bez kryl’yevTake me away, even though you don’t have wings.
Angеl, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous), dushi menya (F#ck)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous), choke me (F#ck).
Angel, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous), dushi me— (F#ck)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous), choke me— (F#ck).
Angel, beri moy kiss (Mua), da, my boysband, kak KISS (R-ra)Angel, take my kiss (Mwah), yeah, we’re a boyband like KISS (R-ra).
Dal yey ot Lambo’ keys (Keys), dam yey ot haty keysI gave her the keys to the Lambo (Keys), I’ll give her the keys to my crib.
Vse eti repery jealous (Jealous), ved’ u nas luchshe trekiAll these rappers are jealous (Jealous), because our tracks are better.
U nas bol’she fenov, u nas pizzhe tusaWe have more fans, our crew is cooler.
U nas bol’she deneg, u nas kruche s#kiWe have more money, we have hotter b#tches.
U nas yest’ vsyo, chto im tak hotelos’We have everything they always wanted.
Oni tak privykli vse, chto ya dvigayus’ vperyod s bystroy skorost’yuThey’re all so used to me moving forward at high speed,
Chto, kogda ya vstal na meste — eto stalo glavnoy novost’yuthat when I stood still — it became headline news.
Kto pishet, chto ya na vseh obizhayus’, znayte: ya na vas obidelsyaWhoever writes that I get offended by everyone, know this: I’m offended by you.
Ved’ ya zaviduyu tomu (Jealous), kak vy zaviduyete (Ha-ha-ha)Because I’m jealous of the way (Jealous) you envy me (Ha-ha-ha).
Heyt’ menya bol’she, heyt’ menya bol’she, ved’ mne shcha tak odinoko (Sad)Hate me more, hate me more, because I’m feeling so lonely right now (Sad).
Odni i te zhe priyomy (Da) — p#huy, ya ih zablokal (Mne poh)The same old tricks (Yeah) — I don’t care, I blocked them (I don’t give a f#ck).
Voz’mi telefon, detka, no bol’she menya ne snimayPick up your phone, baby, but don’t record me anymore.
Ya pryachu pod maskoy litso, kak KabalI hide my face under a mask like Kabal.
Ya pryachu pod maskoy sebya, nay#balI hide myself under a mask, I f#cked them over.
Ya vsegda nastoyashchiy, moy angel znayet etoI’m always real, and my angel knows it.
Angel, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous), dushi menya (F#ck)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous), choke me (F#ck).
Angel, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous).
Dushi menya v Yves Saint-Laurene za sotku, Strachenel’ pahnet h#ynyoyChoke me in Yves Saint-Laurent worth a hundred grand, Strachanel smells like sh#t.
Ya ubival svoi den’gi, potrogav serdtse rukoyI was killing my money, touching my heart with my hand.
Ya pokupal na Avito yeshchyo do slova “prepay”I was buying on Avito even before the word “prepay”.
Tebe ne platyat protsenty, tvoy swag — eto nol’ rubleyThey don’t pay you percentages, your swag is worth zero rubles.
Greshu na nih, greshu, no ne Takopi — znayesh’, greh vse tyshcha kopiyI sin against them, I sin, but I’m not Takopi — you know, a thousand copies is a sin.
Tyshcha varov, free for profit, no ya v’y#bal kazhdyy profil’A thousand wars, free for profit, but I destroyed every profile.
Angel, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous), dushi menya (F#ck)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous), choke me (F#ck).
Angel, voz’mi moy potseluy (Jealous), dushi menyaAngel, take my kiss (Jealous), and choke me.
Dyshi to, chem ya vydohnul (Jealous), dushi me— (F#ck)Breathe what I exhaled (Jealous), choke me— (F#ck).
JealousJealous.
Jealous Music Video
Jealous offers a raw look at the dark side of fame. The English lyrics of ‘Jealous’ talk about envy, money, and the pressure of being in the spotlight.