The group's name is an acronym for "Erick and Parrish Making Dollars", referencing its members: rappers Erick Sermon ("E Double") and Parrish Smith ("PMD"). Diamond J, DJ K La Boss, and later DJ Scratch were DJs for the group.
The duo split by January of 1993, under controversial circumstances. According to interviews in The Source and Rap Pages, in late 1991, Smithβs house was burgled by armed intruders. According to Smith, in the ensuing police investigation, one of the apprehended culprits supposedly gave up Sermonβs name as having allegedly paid them to do it. Sermon was arrested and briefly detained for questioning, but no charges were filed.
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EPMD Lyrics
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It's a fact I'm mad hard like a jail yard
I'm sick slow call me a retard
Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin
Parrish Smith mentally sick
Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz
Yes the son of Sam and I'll be godamn
So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam man
The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox
My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock
Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft
Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast
Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
(Chorus)
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin(4x)
(Erick Sermon)
Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday
Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday
No illusion, just mass confusion
Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production
I, the Afromerican, black citizen
To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison
No one can stop me
Dun na na na na na, like Rocky
The combination, the jab, the uppercut
Mad footwork from the rapper expert
Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks
Say what, damn right, shut the hell up
I fought MC's word up and watch em grown up
Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts
Then I freak the funky style and I use it
MD and hear nothing but the music
Chorus
(PMD)
What's this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid
I get mad props like Sonny Crockett
You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe
Can't stop now (why) 'cause I'm diesel
EPMD back in effect on your rap set
Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat
Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
(Erick Sermon)
Slate take two, action, the main attraction
(Who's Bad) I'm bad like Michael Jackson
Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick
Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan
My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right
I'm teaching (P-S-why-see-H-E) psyche
I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground
Out the basement, now world renown
Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim
If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him
Then I freak a funky style and I use it
Kid, and hear nothing but the music
Chorus
In the song "Music," EPMD (Erick and Parrish Making Dollars) showcase their impressive rap skills and boast about their mastery of the craft. PMD begins his verse by highlighting his toughness, describing himself as "mad hard like a jail yard" and "slow" like a "retard." He also references the notorious serial killer David Berkowitz, also known as "Son of Sam," likening himself to a "serial rap killer." As the verse goes on, PMD continues to flex his rhyming skills, referencing iconic pop culture figures Shaft and Sam Kinison. He finishes his verse by admitting he can't hear anything but the music and that he's "slippin."
Erick Sermon's verse begins with a sense of urgency, as he calls for backup using CB radio jargon. He then asserts his dominance as a rapper, noting that he produces "funk," not "dull raps." He also boasts about his millions, asserting that he's "worth about a million cash bucks." Like PMD, Sermon is confident in his ability to knock out other MCs and references the martial arts film star Jackie Chan. He finishes his verse by emphasizing that he too is consumed by the music, repeating PMD's earlier refrain.
Line by Line Meaning
It's a fact I'm mad hard like a jail yard
I'm extremely tough, like a prison yard.
I'm sick slow call me a retard
My rhymes are so sick and slow, people might call me a derogatory term for people with intellectual disabilities.
Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin
I'm so focused on the music that I'm losing touch with reality.
Dark as hell and water drippin
The atmosphere is eerie and creepy, with darkness and dripping water.
Parrish Smith mentally sick
I have a disturbed mind and my rap skills reflect this.
Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz
My rap skills are so lethal that I am compared to notorious serial killer David Berkowitz aka 'Son of Sam.'
Yes the son of Sam and I'll be godamn
I am so talented that I am like a god and comparable to David Berkowitz.
So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam man
Bring all your strength and courage and watch me dominate the rap game.
The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox
I am a masterful rapper from a rural, isolated area.
My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock
My music is so powerful that it can knock out the electrical system and even cause a temporary 'brain lock.'
Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft
My rap skills are pure and smooth like the iconic movie character Shaft, with no nonsense or distractions.
Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast
My rap skills are so intense that I can metaphorically break bones and dominate the competition. Better relax or get out of my way quickly.
Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin
We are in our own world, so focused on the music that nothing can distract us from our creativity.
Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday
Using a CB radio term, I'm asking for help or attention because things are getting intense.
No illusion, just mass confusion
My rhymes aren't about trickery but they do cause chaos and confusion.
Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production
I don't need any dull or boring rhymes, I'll just eliminate them like smoking a Dutch Master cigar. My rhymes come from my funky style.
I, the Afromerican, black citizen
As a proud Black American, I am using my rap skills to make a strong statement about cultural identity.
To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison
I'm so skilled that I can make listeners shout and scream like Sam Kinison, a popular and outrageous comedian from the time.
No one can stop me
I am unbeatable in my rap skills and no one can challenge me.
Dun na na na na na, like Rocky
Referencing the iconic 'Rocky' theme music, I'm ready for a fight and to dominate the rap scene.
The combination, the jab, the uppercut
Like a skilled boxer, I have a combination of rhymes that can hit my opponent hard, much like a jab or uppercut punch.
Mad footwork from the rapper expert
I'm so skilled that I can metaphorically dance around the competition with my amazing footwork.
Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks
My moves are so slick that they are worth a million dollars.
Say what, damn right, shut the hell up
I am so confident about my skills that I'll tell anyone who doubts me to be quiet and respect my greatness.
I fought MC's word up and watch em grown up
I dominate other MCs in rap battles so badly that they literally 'grow up' or mature because of it.
Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts
I'll beat MCs like the Harlem Globetrotters beat the Washington Generals, and then reward them with metaphorical doughnuts after the game.
Slate take two, action, the main attraction
Using movie set terms, I'm getting ready for a new take of my rap skills, which are the main focus and attraction.
(Who's Bad) I'm bad like Michael Jackson
Like Motown artist Michael Jackson, I am the baddest and coolest around.
Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick
My rap skills are so diverse and full of surprises that they are like a Kung Fu movie with endless tricks.
Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan
Like martial artist and actor Jackie Chan, I come across as tough and rugged.
My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right
My technique is like a drunken style of Kung Fu, but with the microphone instead. Listeners need to grasp the power of my style correctly to appreciate it.
I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground
I am the most skilled and impressive rapper from the underground rap scene.
Out the basement, now world renown
From my humble beginnings in a basement, I have become internationally famous and respected.
Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim
My rap skills are so powerful that I can control people's sound systems and even metaphorically 'cuss out' or humiliate an opponent.
If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him
If someone disrespects us, we'll come back even stronger and insult them with the most devastating rhymes.
Then I freak a funky style and I use it
My style is so unique and funky that I am constantly unleashing it in new and impressive ways.
Kid, and hear nothing but the music
As a listener, you'll be so caught up in my music that you won't be able to hear anything else.
What's this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid
I'm announcing that I have another hit song with my rap group The Hit Squad.
I get mad props like Sonny Crockett
I receive a lot of praise and respect, almost like the iconic detective Sonny Crockett from the TV show 'Miami Vice.'
You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe
My smooth and effortless rap style is what causes me to make a lot of money and succeed.
Can't stop now (why) 'cause I'm diesel
I'm unstoppable now because I'm strong and tough like a diesel engine.
EPMD back in effect on your rap set
My rap group EPMD is returning and making a huge impact on the rap scene once again.
Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat
This is our fourth album and it is even more powerful and impressive than a bomb threat.
Chorus: Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin (4x)
I'm so caught up in the power of the music that I can't hear anything else. The chorus repeats this feeling four times.
Lyrics Β© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: RONALD BELL, CLAYDES SMITH, ROBERT MICKENS, DONALD BOYCE, RICHARD WESTFIELD, DENNIS THOMAS, ROBERT BELL, GEORGE BROWN, CURTIS MAYFIELD, ERICK SERMON, PARRISH JOSEPH SMITH
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@lizzybethnj617
My grandma who passed away last year hated hip hop but she loved this song because of Marvin Gaye, she would always bop a little when this came on in my car. RIP Grandma
@mrstanbmw
God Bless Grandma.
@stephenbarrett4290
Constantly
@touchyanose9464
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@ernestinemorrison2799
A beautiful tribute to your grandma and to the young man honoring Marvin. Marvin had so much more relevant and unique music in him to share with us. He will be missed by generations
@whyyoutrippindeebo3514
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@stefanncio1764
His father killed him but his music will always makes him immortal. Rest in heaven Marvin Gaye ππ½ππ½
@sandrawashington8748
This was my jam! Especially Marvin Gaye parts! Light my trees and blast this right here! π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
@robertwilliams4887
Marvin's vocals really blessed this song
@maccagrabme
The rap style and voice of Sermon is similar to Doom imo.