Do It to Death
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Yeah, everybody, come on
Here we go party people

Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it?
Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women
Met some chickens, they was acting so snobby and bitchy, fuck it
Pass me the sticky
The chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie
I ain't wit it but give me a quicky
I ain't in to doing the licky-licky
Even though you be looking so pretty
I own all of my shit, never 50-50
Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse
Accuse me for the bruise
Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws
Running and gunning, kinda stunning
The way we be coming around, slumming, wyling and dollin'
My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris
Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest
Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest
Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist
Laid out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent
Captured the whole of Asia as a continent
Oh shit, I be coming and tumbling down
Rumbling, stumbling down
Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
Bringing the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin' me pounds
So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans
Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans

How we gon' do this? (Make them move)
Keeping it live (where my niggas is at?)
Stacking my paper (put it away safe)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do? (Do it to death)
What we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
What we gon' do? (Do it to death)
What we gon' do? (Do it to death)

Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal
Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel
Yo there ain't no equal on how we be repping for the people
Yo there really ain't no equal
Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
She killing me, got me crazy, wiling, acting straight grizzly
We never made it too far together
I left her standing on Franklin and Willoughby
Another mystery to me
While she still on the corner kissing at me, hissing at me
Ignoring these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffing at me
Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful
Go to the clinical, examine your physical
Frightening and enlightening at the same time
Get the goods and price them, and doing the heist again
You thinking we would be nice again
We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again
Hold me down baby, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much
I'ma splitter splatter your blidder bladder
Make you spill out your guts

How we gon' do this? (Make them move)
Keeping it live (where my niggas is at?)
Stacking my paper (put it away safe)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do? (Do it to death)
What we gon' do? (We goin' do it death)
What we gon' do? (Do it to death)
What we gon' do? (Do it to death)
Flipmode Squad, hell yeah!
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
Flipmode Squad, hell yeah!
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
Hey yo, how we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
Hey yo, Flipmode Squad, hell yeah!




How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Busta Rhymes's "Do it to Death" reveal his passion for living life to the fullest and making the most of every moment. He starts by narrating an encounter he and his friend had with some women; however, they were not about to play along with the women's snobbish attitudes but were quick to smoke some weed before getting down for some quick sex shown in the part “…give me a quicky…doing the licky-licky…” Despite his appreciation for attractive women, he emphasizes his independence and taking full responsibility for his life shown in the lines “…I own all of my shit, never 50-50…” The song has a spirited feel to it as Busta Rhymes celebrates the rap group's success and is proven by the part “…Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in making this groove, me and my mans...”


Furthermore, the reference to the women in the lyrics highlights gender dynamics, with the women seen as arrogant and stuck up, while the men who are independent and daring, that's also a display of masculinity. The song touches on how men should disregard women's attitude and seek to gratify their desires despite the repercussions of casual sex. It exhibits the idea that a man's top priority is chasing women, sex, and paying bills. Additionally, the song collaborates with Flipmode Squad, whose vocals spot in Busta Rhymes's song are useful at helping to keep the rhymes moving, providing a respite from the Busta Rhymes's constant rhyming with their varied techniques.


Line by Line Meaning

Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
Arrive in a car and open the trunk, can you feel the bass?


Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it?
Be afraid of the power of funky music, can you hear it?


Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women
My friend Richie and I were eager to meet women


Met some chickens, they was acting so snobby and bitchy, fuck it
We met some women and they were acting rude, forget them


Pass me the sticky
Give me marijuana


The chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie
The woman wanted to give me a kiss and a love bite


I ain't wit it but give me a quicky
I'm not interested in that, but let's have sex


I ain't in to doing the licky-licky
I'm not interested in oral sex


Even though you be looking so pretty
Although you look attractive


I own all of my shit, never 50-50
I own everything, I don't split profits


Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse
All those foolish people always accept anything


Accuse me for the bruise
Blame me for the damage


Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws
The woman caused trouble, so fix the situation


Running and gunning, kinda stunning
Acting boldly and impressively


The way we be coming around, slumming, wyling and dollin'
The way we arrive, enjoying ourselves, and acting recklessly


My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris
My friend Horace kicks with the same force as Chuck Norris


Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest
Made some other people lost in the woods


Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest
Hang you in a trap, consider me and my friends the strongest


Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist
If you mess with us, you'll be the next artist known as something else


Laid out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
Spent time with a beautiful woman


Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
Apart from that, we are anonymous, I'll make you a promise


The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent
The promise is that I'm very powerful and well-known


Captured the whole of Asia as a continent
Conquered all of Asia as a continent


Oh shit, I be coming and tumbling down
Oh no, I'm falling apart


Rumbling, stumbling down
Falling while making noise


Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
Unpredictable musician with unique sound


Bringing the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin' me pounds
Causing chaos and getting congratulations from people


So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans
So much noise around me, I need a camcorder and a quiet city


Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans
My family and I work hard to create this great music


How we gon' do this? (Make them move)
How will we achieve this? (Make the crowd dance)


Keeping it live (where my niggas is at?)
Keeping the party going (where are my friends?)


Stacking my paper (put it away safe)
Making money and keeping it secure


Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
Get wild and put your hands up


What we gon' do? (Do it to death)
What are we going to do? (Party hard)


What we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
What are we going to do? (Party until we drop)


Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
I bring music that makes you shake or dance


Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
People are weak, I used to make money by breaking the law


Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal
Have sex and get a hotel room


Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel
Create so much excitement that people wait for the next event


Yo there ain't no equal on how we be repping for the people
No one can match how we represent ourselves and our audience


Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
Ask Hillary Clinton, I met her on the streets of Flatbush and Tillory


She killing me, got me crazy, wiling, acting straight grizzly
She's driving me crazy, making me act wild, like a grizzly bear


We never made it too far together
We never had a long-lasting relationship


I left her standing on Franklin and Willoughby
I left her at the corner of Franklin and Willoughby streets


Another mystery to me
I don't understand what happened


While she still on the corner kissing at me, hissing at me
While she's still on the corner, kissing and arguing with me


Ignoring these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffing at me
Ignoring these women, they're mad and rapping at me


Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful
Essential and crucial, realistic lyrics, making people feel inferior


Go to the clinical, examine your physical
Go to the doctor, get a physical exam


Frightening and enlightening at the same time
Scary and educational at once


Get the goods and price them, and doing the heist again
Steal valuable items and sell them again


You thinking we would be nice again
You expect us to be friendly again


We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again
We have a purpose, we don't need your suggestions again


Hold me down baby, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much
Help me out, stop talking so much


I'ma splitter splatter your blidder bladder
I'm going to hurt you badly


Make you spill out your guts
Cause you to reveal your deepest secrets


Flipmode Squad, hell yeah!
My music group is amazing


Hey yo, Flipmode Squad, hell yeah!
Addressing my music group and saying we are great




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Busta Rhymes, Dana Stinson

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