It Ain't Nutthin'
MF DOOM Lyrics


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(He's a shady character, what's his name?)
Oh wait now, got his card here
Yea I got it in my pocket, now, let me see
Oh yes, here it is (DOOM i see)
MF DOOM: It ain't nuttin' like, Hip Hop music

It ain't nuttin' like a fist full of cash
Or a bliss full of the hash
That twist like a mustache, from end to end
Spread it like a rash
From talking through your Walkman or
At your disco bash
Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin brown
A metal face mask with a built in frown
A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
Or I'll break it down for the layman
Bain De Soleil for that Saint Tropez tannnn
A can a ole gold too cold to hold
Slow ya roll
Keep on moving like Soul I I Soul
Hold the dough
Like a fool who stole pity y'all
From tryna' go up against city hall titty bar
The black mic is like a red violin
Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
Bloody rap game like Leviathan
Leave a bad taste
Killin' my high like Niacin
Stop kiddin' middlemen need Ritalin
Hit me with the full tin of
Gin and I'm a kid again
Keep the bong lightin' straight
Through the song writin'
The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin'
That's inviting all
To the reciting that's dope and raw
Hoping all y'all come in peace
And it's open bar
Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot
By the end of the night spazz like Shazbot
Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
An ill plot that's ten
Times Ben Stein’s money, funny
How he rips the scripts with a straight face
With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
Placing rappers in endangerment
Who's reckless with this food for thought
Sorta' like breakfast
You could mark it off as
Wreck on the checklist
Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
Shit, that there
Could go to help buildin' daycares
Somebody say yeah (yeah) pay ya fares




Give the Herbalizers their shares
And y'all could pay DOOM in beers, cheers!

Overall Meaning

In the song "It Ain't Nuttin", MF Doom and Ghostface Killah showcase their lyrical prowess and unique styles that have become synonymous with their respective careers. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, with Doom rapping about spilling drinks and getting stank on you, while the chorus serves as a reminder that they have returned, and the Wu-Tang Clan is back.


Throughout the song, both rappers reference various pop culture figures, from Dolemite to Angela Bassett, showcasing their knowledge and appreciation of movies and TV shows. They also rap about their love for firearms and have mastered their use, with Doom describing his ability to handle plastic while Ghostface refers to his uzi.


The song is also full of witty one-liners and wordplay, such as when Doom says he pulls rabbits out of the hat, and Ghostface mentioning "diamond twice" when referring to his jewelry. The chorus repeats the phrase "I got my uzi back, you dudes are wack, face it the Wu is back," driving home the message that the Wu-Tang Clan is still a force to be reckoned with in the rap game.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, yeah
Greetings and affirmation


Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'
Preserve and appreciate the valuable content from the start


Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
Mess with you, disrupt your comfort


Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo
Emphasizing the significance of luxurious lifestyle


That pinky ring shit yo
Repeated emphasis on the luxurious lifestyle


It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Symbolizing the persona of a masked hero with elegance


Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic
Metaphorical expression of the power and impact of the artist's music


Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
Comparison to the iconic blaxploitation film character known for his confidence and charm


The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
Asserting dominance and control, referencing a renowned actress


I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered
Proficiency and expertise in handling firearms


No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
Referring to the artist's unique and unconventional style of music


Broken down and crafted in seconds
Creation and refinement of artistic expression in a short period


Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
Recognizing the artist's vocal prowess and appeal to female listeners


Better, respect it, bitch believe
Demanding acknowledgment and admiration


I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
Ability to surprise and impress with hidden skills and abilities


I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
Unleashing creativity and allowing it to flourish


Fix your weave, behold my expertise
Suggesting improvement and admiration for the artist's talent


Take it back to the ? leanin' gettin' rec room punch
Nostalgic reference to partying and enjoying life


We in them authentic alley switchin' joints
Navigating through genuine and unique experiences


Major general niggas, five stars
Being at the top of the game, possessing great power and influence


Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms
Reacting vigorously to opportunities, predicting success


Silencers, garbage bags of hash
Utilizing discreet methods and collecting valuable possessions


For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
Overcoming obstacles and prevailing against authority


Gash you out your burner fast
Disarming opponents swiftly and effectively


You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass
Transforming negativity into respect and demanding boundaries


Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?
Expressing frustration and confusion towards unexpected visitors


Get the fuck away from my door!
Showing hostility and demanding privacy


We got big guns in here, coke over there
Asserting dominance and ownership of weapons and drugs


With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
Concealing illegal substances for personal use


And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
Describing a distinctive and formidable dog with distinctive features


Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
Surprising someone who underestimated the artist's toughness


The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'
Finding amusement in the misfortune of others, especially enemies


Big cat nigga all season
Recognizing greatness and power that is consistent throughout the year


On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
Enjoying luxury and indulging in expensive items


Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought Fubu
Implying wealth and status, surpassing public expectations


Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
Eliminating competition with ease and showcasing opulence


Eighteen karat rap between noodles
Creating a contrast between material wealth and artistic expression


Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
Being in a place of power and indulging in intoxication


I saw ? sippin' Henny from a iced out cup
Observing someone enjoying an extravagant lifestyle with expensive drink


Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip
Being connected and engaged while relaxing and smoking marijuana


I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
Savoring and experiencing pleasure from intimate encounters


Now what you talkin' you see my gold fronts sparkin'
Asserting status and attracting attention with flashy dental accessories


Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'
Ignoring the opinions and criticisms of others


Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
Acknowledging the impact and publicity of one's actions


Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
Referencing a failed attempt at rivalry or competition


Queen, couldn't even jack Monk
Mocking and belittling someone's incompetence


Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
Predicting the location or outcome of an enemy's demise


Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
Announcing presence and reference to the collective identity


Readin' Malcolm's, "Any Means Necessary"
Engaging with influential literature and philosophy


John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
Identifying oneself and preference for a specific alcoholic beverage


So nice like New York they had to name him twice
Being highly regarded and recognized, like New York City


Name your price, I black out then change the lights
Having control and influence over a situation, including consequences


Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
Dispensing wisdom and guidance based on personal experience


Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
Warning against interfering with personal and collective interests


Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
Allowing conflicts to dissipate in order to find resolution and peace


Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
Highlighting the significance and impact of one's cultural identity


Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
Reminding everyone of the shared vulnerability and mortality


New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
Celebrating the status and reputation of being a skilled rapper from New York


Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
Adopting an alias and asserting power through forceful actions


I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
Delivering impressive performances and demanding appropriate compensation


You crabs test, can't measure the threat
Challenging and dismissing those who underestimate the artist's abilities


I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
Demonstrating agility and skill in overpowering opponents


Rap barracuda, three X-L kahuna
Dominating the rap game with ruthless intensity and size


Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance
Ensuring attention and excitement by shaking things up


I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then
Expressing desire and connection, seeking unity


Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
Traveling and making an impact with powerful vehicles


My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
Warning against challenging or opposing the artist's influence


The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
Asserting power and status as a respected figure


Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
Being recognized for potent and far-reaching artistic abilities


This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head
Engaging in mature discourse and warning against confrontation with consequences


I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
Describing a violent and intense environment shaped by conflict


Hit Chef for the rice and peas
Seeking comfort and satisfaction from familiar and nourishing food


Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease
Showing admiration and reverence towards a spiritual figure


My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
Expressing eagerness to engage in violence and assert power


They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
Desiring chaos and destruction as an addiction needs a user


Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee
Driving smoothly and swiftly, striking with intensity like a dangerous insect


Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
Avoiding detection and harm by remaining unseen and elusive


From dark matter to the big crunch
Referencing cosmic phenomena, representing a vast range of experiences


The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
Delivering impactful lyrics without exerting much effort


Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
Providing a unique and exclusive view of elevated skill and invincibility


Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
Elevating status and perception due to evident capability


So you compare contrast but don't blast
Engaging in analysis and discussion without resorting to violence


Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
Navigating challenging situations with confidence and skill as a writer


Watch the block thirst for one became all
Observing the neighborhood's consistent demand and admiration


Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
Impacting listeners with forgotten, yet powerful, lyrics


Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity
Presenting complex ideas and emotions in a easily understandable manner


The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
Challenging those who cannot perceive the true essence of the artist's work


The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
Creating poetic verses under challenging and intense circumstances


Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
Sharing and spreading the artistic expression to shape the culture


[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus




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Comments from YouTube:

@mattanderson126

The way he skips and skates all over the beat, but always finds his way back to it. Like a jazz musician. Fantastic.

@shrekvore3874

only real DOOM fans know about this one, Rest In Power Villain

@viktorvondoom9119

Its ridiculous how many people call all these remixed songs "Remixes of Books of War". Sure the beat is fucking good, but once you know the original, the flow another beat just doesnt make any sense!
Well barely ever, the one Grip Grand (Bain de Soleil) made is alright and also the one by DigDug (Rescue Khazakstan) is one I can stand from time to time.

@JankyBruv

This tiny ass thread holds all the truth.

@smitty7326

in the quiet times of each day, I find myself saying "hit me wit a full tin'a gin and i'm a kid again"

@JankyBruv

@@smitty7326 yeahhhh.... thats not quite right. Imma leave it at that.

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@SurgeCess

Rest in peace MF DOOM! We love you man!

@Soft_Machine

RIP DOOM it's sad to see the Villain gone i remember first listening to MF DOOM when i was 5 this was the first MF DOOM song ive ever heard this is in Tony Hawk Underground and that's how I discovered him it's sad to see him go his music means a lot me

@matthewfrechette1169

if your head ain't bobbing to this song you ain't a true DOOM fan. for real if it is much respect y'all

@ZLScratch

I was always wondering why I liked MF Doom's stuff. It was Nostalgia, this was in Underground. I played the shit out of that game.

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