Nuttin' To Do
Bad Meets Evil (Eminem & Royce) Lyrics


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[Royce] What? Uhh..
[Em] The Bad..
[Royce] Yeah..
[Em] The Evil..
[Royce] Right, yo
[Em] put em together

Chorus: Royce the 5-9, Eminem
[Royce] Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip
[Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew
[Royce] Yo..
[both] I'm just f***in with you, cause I got nothin to do

[Eminem]
I am bored!
I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders
Ate hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers *crash sound*
Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off

And slippin a Molotov in your C***tail (take that)
Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound*
Smash his gla**es and turn em to contacts
I'm on some shook s***, if it's missin I took it (whoops!)

Nurse look at this straightjacket, it's crooked!
I go to jail and murder you from a cell
Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)
So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN?

[Royce]
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin about birds
Only about two-thirds'd really set it without words

Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you b**** up
Pick the fifth up, c***, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest s*** in the industry (uh)
I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me

You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half
You know how a thug in this s***'ll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)

I take it if you run your mouth, then you want to get sent up
Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up
Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible

[Chorus: x2]

[Eminem]
Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on, I'm a end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin' to fall back on!

I'll throw you off of ten floors...
Pull a f***in headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this)
I'm indoors, waitin for disaster to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores

This b**** wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen.
You swallow cum b****?" "No, but I brought a napkin"
Gettin' skullie while I'm autographin'
Got my daughter laughin' cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin'

I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
Mr. Rogers blocked up my you-haul screamin',
"Wait, wait, wait.. you ain't movin' here!"
Lorena Bobbitt, see'mere, want a souveneir?

I've been high as f***, since I was a juvi-neer
Juvenile? Same difference -- I need some 'caine
'Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants
(Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'

[Royce]
Walkin in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces, you say grace and make faces
I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?)

Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
Precise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand off
Dancin with the Devil leadin - I won't die, I'm never leavin (what?)
I pledge allegiance to forever breathin

Street n****z with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?)
Fake-a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a deathwish, thinkin I'm the n**** to mess with
Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace

For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?)
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is gla** doors, I see through em, put the heat to em
Be careful you might get what you ask for

[Chorus: x2]





[Em] The Bad... the Evil...
The Bad... the Evil...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Nuttin' To Do" are a collaboration between Eminem and Royce the 5'9". The song describes their boredom and the things they could do or want to do due to their lack of activities. They talk about committing various crimes, including robbing, burning contracts, and murdering people, to pass the time. The two rappers swap lines and verses back and forth with the chorus being the only part they perform together. The song has a fast-paced and aggressive rap flow that showcases the skills of both artists.


Despite the song being over 20 years old, its themes still resonate with the youth of the day. The boredom, rebellion and destructive activities described in the song still ring true to kids who might be in similar situations. The song also highlights the lyrical abilities of both artists, which helped launch their careers.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip
If it wasn't for your car, I wouldn't have anything to steal.


If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit
If it wasn't for my watch, I wouldn't have anything to cut myself with.


If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew
If it wasn't for drugs, I wouldn't have anything to do.


I am bored!
I am not entertained.


Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)
I will send you a knife in the mail to have you murdered.


For every hundred MC's rhymin about birds, Only about two-thirds'd really set it without words
Out of every hundred rappers who rap about money, only about sixty-six percent actually have it.


I'm the hottest s*** in the industry (uh) I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me
I am the most popular rapper. Every gangster on the street will defend me if someone tries to harm me.


I'm indoors, waitin for disaster to seep in my skin pores
I am inside, anticipating a catastrophic event.


I've been high as f***, since I was a juvi-neer Juvenile? Same difference -- I need some 'caine
I've been using drugs to get high since I was a juvenile. I am addicted, and I need cocaine.


Street n****z with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?) Fake-a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
Real tough guys are fearless, but I am tougher. Fake gangsters talk a big game, but they don't have the bravery or the right equipment.


Be careful you might get what you ask for
You better watch out; you might just get what you are seeking.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARSHALL B III MATHERS, RYAN MONTGOMERY, RYAN D. MONTGOMERY

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