For The Nasty
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Let me, let me, let me, let me
Let me tell you a story, yes
About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest
I be that nigga that I think ya'll know
With Mr busta Rhymes, a yo, I'm in the studio

Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know

Close the door, iight, let a nigga rock
'Cause we 'bout to eat real shit
Not shit slop
Nigga can't say shit about this Hip-Hop
'Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and
They names, Frankenstein, right
It's a high state game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning a lot of
Ya'll who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering

Make you disappear quick like
You're part of wind
Then laugh, ah ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit
I'm looking at your friend
Let's get in there and shake for the beat
Girl do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block
Turned hot spots to ghost towns
A yo, I'm tired of these niggas, bus-a-bus
Now say it to 'em

This is just for the nasty
A yo, this is just for the sassy
A yo, this is just for the classy
A yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now

Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know

Pardon me, now, gimme room again
It's time to raise the level
Of the boom again
Now who's that? Bus-a-bus-a-bus Rhyme
See, I ain't do that in a long time
Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime
Hot songs, cribs, have a little more shine
Alright, yeah, sh sh, mm, uh, I pity ya'll
The way I bang niggas
And how I shit on ya'll

Spit the slang bigger
Make your label quit on ya'll
And do my thang, bitch
From here to Synagogue
We getting a lot of money, me and my friend
Kamal i take your money too
I ain't afraid of ya'll with so much class
My shit will kill ya when I don't wanna rap
And still I'ma smash and make
The bitches make it clap
As soon as I'm finished with her, homie
I'll give her back say it to 'em

This is just for the nasty
A yo, this is just for the sassy
A yo, this is just for the classy
A yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now

Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know

When the beat bang and you're up in the club
When you listen and you feel a thud
When you hear my voice, understand the love
When the dj spins it back
It's a friendly rub but, when I'm behind
I cannot be kind with your waistline
And the way you move
Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove
Or like a old Hip-Hop joint, you
Nice and smooth, come on, girl

This is just for the nasty
A yo, this is just for the sassy
A yo, this is just for the classy
A yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now

Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know




Go move show me what ya'll know
Go move show me what ya'll know

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Busta Rhymes's song "For The Nasty" reflect his confident and boastful attitude as he displays his skills as a rapper and his dominance in the hip-hop genre. The song begins with Busta introducing himself as a member of the influential group A Tribe Called Quest, highlighting his reputation and credibility. He asserts his presence in the studio and demands to see what others in the industry have to offer.


Busta then goes on to express his disdain for anyone who criticizes hip-hop, claiming that he has played a significant role in shaping and evolving the genre. He compares himself to Frankenstein, suggesting that he has created and shaped the styles and names of other artists. He questions the legitimacy and talent of those who have achieved success without putting in the same level of effort and dedication. Busta confidently asserts his superiority and control over the music industry.


The chorus of the song emphasizes that this track is specifically dedicated to those who embrace their "nasty" side, who are sassy and confident, and who possess a certain level of class and style. Busta encourages them to show their skills and personality, challenging them to display their best moves and abilities.


Overall, "For The Nasty" is a braggadocious and lively track where Busta Rhymes showcases his lyrical prowess and asserts his dominance in the hip-hop scene. The song is a celebration of confidence, skill, and swagger.


Line by Line Meaning

Let me, let me, let me, let me
Allow me to share something with you


Let me tell you a story, yes
Allow me to narrate a tale


About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest
Concerning an individual from the musical group Tribe Called Quest


I be that nigga that I think ya'll know
I am the person that I believe you all are familiar with


With Mr busta Rhymes, a yo, I'm in the studio
Alongside Mr. Busta Rhymes, I am currently in the recording studio


Go move show me what ya'll know
Demonstrate your skills and knowledge


Close the door, iight, let a nigga rock
Please shut the door, allow me to perform


'Cause we 'bout to eat real shit
Because we are about to create exceptional music


Not shit slop
Not mediocre material


Nigga can't say shit about this Hip-Hop
People cannot critique this genre of music


'Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
I construct paths for artists while on their journey


Built they styles and
I developed their unique approaches


They names, Frankenstein, right
Their identities, like Frankenstein's monster


It's a high state game, dudes are playing it
This industry is competitive, individuals are engaged in a strategic game


I be questioning a lot of
I often ponder


Ya'll who made it in
All those who achieved success


Just move with the joint that we chartering
Simply follow along with the music we are creating


Make you disappear quick like
Cause you to vanish rapidly, like


You're part of wind
Being swept away by the wind


Then laugh, ah ha ha, and laugh again
Followed by laughter, ah ha ha, and laughter once more


Shorty, move a lil bit
Young lady, dance a bit


I'm looking at your friend
I am observing your companion


Let's get in there and shake for the beat
Let us enter the dance floor and move to the rhythm


Girl do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Lady, wink with your eye and twirl your tongue


Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
Must secure a successful endeavor, firmly established


We on your block
Our influence is present in your neighborhood


Turned hot spots to ghost towns
Transforming lively areas into desolate places


A yo, I'm tired of these niggas, bus-a-bus
Ayo, I am fed up with these individuals, Busta Rhymes


Now say it to 'em
Now express it to them


This is just for the nasty
This is solely for those who desire explicit content


A yo, this is just for the sassy
Ayo, this is exclusively for those who possess attitude


A yo, this is just for the classy
Ayo, this is solely for those who exhibit elegance


A yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now
Ayo, this is specifically for what? Inform them now


Pardon me, now, gimme room again
Apologies for interrupting, grant me some space once more


It's time to raise the level
It is time to elevate the standard


Of the boom again
Of the music's impact once more


Now who's that? Bus-a-bus-a-bus Rhyme
Who is that? Busta Rhymes


See, I ain't do that in a long time
You see, I haven't done that in a while


Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime
Delivering impressive lyrics, creating harmony, engaging in illegal activities


Hot songs, cribs, have a little more shine
Popular songs, luxurious homes, even more brightness


Alright, yeah, sh sh, mm, uh, I pity ya'll
Alright, yes, sh sh, mm, uh, I feel sorry for all of you


The way I bang niggas
The way I captivate and astonish others


And how I shit on ya'll
And how I surpass and outperform you


Spit the slang bigger
Vocally express the eloquent language in a grand manner


Make your label quit on ya'll
Cause your record label to give up on you


And do my thang, bitch
And carry out my own endeavors, my friend


From here to Synagogue
From this point to religious Jewish gathering places


We getting a lot of money, me and my friend
We are earning significant amounts of money, my companion and I


Kamal i take your money too
Kamal, I am also acquiring your money


I ain't afraid of ya'll with so much class
I do not fear all of you, despite my elegance


My shit will kill ya when I don't wanna rap
My music will annihilate you even when I choose not to rap


And still I'ma smash and make
And yet, I will dominate and cause


The bitches make it clap
The women to vigorously applaud


As soon as I'm finished with her, homie
As soon as I am done interacting with her, my friend


I'll give her back say it to 'em
I will return her, express it to them


When the beat bang and you're up in the club
When the music intensifies and you are in the nightclub


When you listen and you feel a thud
When you hear it and experience a strong beat


When you hear my voice, understand the love
When my voice reaches your ears, comprehend the affection


When the dj spins it back
When the disc jockey rewinds the track


It's a friendly rub but, when I'm behind
It is a pleasant gesture, but when I am in control


I cannot be kind with your waistline
I cannot be gentle when it comes to your movement


And the way you move
And the way you dance


Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove
Similar to a timeless, remarkable rhythm, I will join in


Or like a old Hip-Hop joint, you
Or like an oldschool Hip-Hop song, you


Nice and smooth, come on, girl
Smooth and stylish, come on, girl




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