With that album, he became an official member of the Wu-Tang Killa Beez, and from there on out, he frequently appeared on Wu records. In 1996, he played a large role on Ghostface Killah's Ironman.
During 1997, his Wu affiliation continued, as he rapped on the Clan's second album, Wu-Tang Forever.
Cappadonna's solo debut, The Pillage, finally appeared in March 1998. Like any Wu project, the record featured RZA as the executive producer and cameos from a number of other Wu members, including Method Man, U-God, Ghostface Killah, and Raekwon. As the sixth Wu solo project, the album was an instant success upon its release, debuting at number three on the charts.
A sophomore effort, The Yin and the Yang, followed in early 2001. His third and latest album, The Struggle, was released on Code:Red in 2003.
The MC remained active in the following years releasing mix-CDs, doing tours and joining Ghostface Killah’s Theodore Unit. But his official comeback came at the end of 2007 on the Wu-Tang Clan’s fifth studio album 8 Diagrams. Cappa blessed the opening cut with an extraordinary verse and showed up on two other songs.
Cappadonna inked a deal with new indie label Chambermusik Records/Koch in 2008. Old and new fans have been asking for new Cappadonna ever since and on January 27, 2009, their wait will be over with the release of Slang Prostitution.
Paisley Darts
Cappadonna Lyrics
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Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up
Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet
Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars
And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese
Life's a B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest
My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas
Based on money, dummies'll die
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just lose
Paid a lot of paper to live here
American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear
You know what time it is, crime it is
No matter what rhyme it is
We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question)
Based on a general's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry
Let me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck
Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing
Known for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I could move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the moutains
Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth
I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy
I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, mac palmer
Call me Arab Diesel cuz I'm a track bomber
Roger that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottlecaps
While you on the block getting indicted
We island hopping, globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United
There's a party over here and everybody's invited
The headliners is Theodore and everybody's excited
Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block
The task force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops
It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6-Ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes
Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living
That's a given, like football players love white women
White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em
Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit
Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back)
Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it black)
(Slap you with the almanac) Where actual facts is sold as facts
We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones
Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone
We grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
We don't fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony
Trying to get this money, right homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the domepiece
Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef
The song Paisley Darts by Cappadonna features multiple verses describing the rapper's lifestyle as a member of the Wu-Tang Clan. In the first verse, Cappadonna talks about partying and being with multiple women who have coffee and milk-toned skin, large asses, and cowboy hats with coach bags. He also boasts about his gun-slinging abilities and wearing new Rasheed garments. The second verse discusses Cappadonna's wealth and reputation as a drug dealer, along with his connection to known murder associates. The final verse features Cappadonna rapping about his luxurious lifestyle, which involves travelling all over the world, making money, and riding with his crew.
Overall, the song is a reflection of the hard-knock life of a successful rapper in the 90s, with its focus on wealth, drugs, violence, and women. However, it also highlights the pride and brotherhood that comes with being a part of the Wu-Tang Clan, as Cappadonna pays homage to his group members throughout the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores
You'll find me pictured on glossy travel brochures, surrounded by sexy women
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
Women from Queens give amazing oral sex
They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up
These women have mixed skin tones of light and dark shades
Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up
These women have large buttocks but also have toned stomachs
Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet
I am feeding these women champagne by pouring it into their mouths
Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
I am taking pictures of myself with Captain Morgan rum, posing with my firearm
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rockstars
These women are dressed in expensive clothing and accessories and are partying like famous musicians
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars
These women are wearing expensive watches and hanging out in dangerous bars
And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D
I am carrying a loaded gun, ready to shoot if necessary
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I am wearing the latest and greatest fashion, like new Rasheed sneakers
I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
I am going to defeat my enemies and take them down like Mr. Cee does on the radio
You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese
I am often found drunk and disoriented, like mice eating spoiled cheese
Life's a B, Bentley and big bills
Life is tough, but I am driving a Bentley and making a lot of money
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
I am surrounded by alcohol, food, women, drugs, and violent men
Karate, black belt and I bring booze
I am skilled in martial arts and always bring alcohol to parties
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
I enjoy going to loud parties, getting into fights, watching sports, and having sex for long periods of time
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
We are like old, seasoned baseball players who sit around and rest a lot
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
I am grateful for my money and move around a lot, even during bad weather
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
Any women we are involved with receive love and admiration from us
The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest
Our group, called the Cuban Link, are the most authentic and true
My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
My money speaks for itself, even to law enforcement and the judicial system
We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas
We take action and get things done, like Colombian drug lords, with three dangerous people on our team
Based on money, dummies'll die
We make decisions based on our wealth and those who are less financially secure will suffer
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
Do not mess with me or my family, or you will face serious consequences
Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
Stay calm, and let him know the rules or he will be seriously hurt
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just lose
Do not ruin my possessions or I will suffer great loss
Paid a lot of paper to live here
I spent a lot of money to reside in this location
American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear
I am a powerful and wealthy individual, like the character in the movie American Gangster
You know what time it is, crime it is
You already know that I am involved in illegal activities
No matter what rhyme it is
No matter what I am rapping about
We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question)
We will always look and feel cool, smoke cannabis, and wear expensive jewelry
Based on a general's fist of fury
Our actions are guided by powerful and decisive leadership
Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry
My neck and arms are adorned with expensive, shiny jewelry
Let me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides
I will show you how I handle my business, carrying a weapon on each side
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
I am the only one sitting in front with a loaded .45 caliber gun
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret
If you do not want to challenge me, then I suggest you leave me alone
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck
I will use my semi-automatic gun to kill you
Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest
I will use another firearm, a black Jimmy, to shoot you in the chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
If you make any sudden movements, I will shoot and kill you
Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing
Show me respect, I am a dangerous and violent person, like the Homicide Housing projects
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing
I am the king and leader of the violent Homicide Housing projects
Known for drug dealing, stack thousands
I am known for selling drugs and making a lot of money
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
I have hidden $400,000 in the couches and spent $200,000 on expensive houses
At any time I could move up out this
I can leave this dangerous lifestyle at any time
And go and cop some shit up in the moutains
I can also go to the mountains and buy more drugs or weapons
I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back)
I offer the microphone to Cappadonna, but he declines
Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack
Cappadonna takes control of the song and is the best rapper
So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it black)
We are rapping with a catchy and rhythmic style
(Slap you with the almanac) Where actual facts is sold as facts
We are speaking the truth, even if it is not widely accepted
We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones
We are mature and responsible, like musician Quincy Jones
Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone
We are exploring the world while enjoying marijuana
We grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We are working hard to make money, and our peers understand our efforts
We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too
We are involved in illegal activities in various locations, like Murderland and Chicago
Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
We will harm our enemies and do not mind until the end of our lives
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool
Our confidence and style is noticeable and present, just like the signature tool of a New Jack Swing musician
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
Cappadonna and his friend Tony are both involved in this lifestyle
We don't fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony
We only deal with honest, genuine people and do not tolerate lies or deception
Trying to get this money, right homey
We are focused on making money and becoming successful
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the domepiece
We will eventually retire and rest comfortably in Riverside, California
Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
We will find and be with an attractive woman and protect her with a large handgun
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef
We are ready to take more money, and those who have a problem with that will face violence
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: DENNIS AMES, THEO BAILEY, DENNIS COLES, LEVAR COPPIN, DARRYL HILL, DELENO MATTHEWS, ROBERT MILLER, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS
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