Say What
Method Man; Missy Elliott Lyrics


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[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)

[Method Man]
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt
I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill
That's the only way to explain these mic skills
On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
The more steel, the more bodybags to fill
Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga
I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter
If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones
If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum
Want some, take some, I get it crunk
Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps

[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]
When they play this in the club (say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?)
And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?)
Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)

[Method Man]
You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck
Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact
Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back
I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks
When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap
Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends
Got to get it, and when I'm gone
Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home
I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones
Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones
And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain
I guess that should explain why I given the dope name
Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee
How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?
I'ma grown man, so I do grown man things
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady
It's all good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh
When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done
And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say
She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing
Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream

[Chorus]

[Outro: P. Diddy]
Let's work... come on
Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy
Hitmen baby, let's work, come on
Let's work, come on, yeah




Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga
Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah

Overall Meaning

In Missy Elliott's song "Say What," featuring Method Man, the lyrics are filled with braggadocious lines about their skills and lifestyle. The intro section sets the tone for the rest of the track, with Missy hyping up Method Man as the one true MC who can outdo anyone he comes up against. Method Man then jumps in with verses that showcase his flow and style, starting with a call-out to anyone who steps to him. He continues with bragging about his drug use, his wealth, and his connections (name-dropping Sean Combs and Gwen Stefani). The chorus repeats the phrase "say what" as an assertion of their dominance and command over anyone listening. Method Man continues with a verse about his name and reputation (Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain), his grown-man attitude (why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?), and his skill in attracting women (She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing / Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream).


Overall, the song is a showcase of Method Man and Missy Elliott's rap skills and personalities, with a focus on assertiveness, confidence, and success. The lyrics reference their wealth, connections, drug use, and sexual prowess, painting a picture of a high-rolling lifestyle that few can match.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah!
Expression of excitement


This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let's go)
Introduction to the exclusive song


Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
Praising Method Man for his exceptional skills in rap and declaring him better than other competing artists


And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)
Pointing out the lack of recognition or acknowledgment given to Method Man despite his noteworthy talent


Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Encouraging the listener to pay attention and get ready


Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
Method Man is quick to come in and take over the beat


Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
Method Man is in the zone while partying with Sean Combs and Bizzy Bone


And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt
Mentioning being kicked out of the club, taking notice of a woman's open-toed shoes, and referencing Gwen Stefani's music group No Doubt to signify that there should be no question about Method Man's skill and talent


I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill That's the only way to explain these mic skills
Describing his impressive rap skills as true and genuine


On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real The more steel, the more bodybags to fill
Referencing the reality of violence and death in certain areas and cautioning that an increase in weapons leads to more fatalities


Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter
Asking for a hit of marijuana and acknowledging the struggle to quit, but not giving up


If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum Want some, take some, I get it crunk Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps
Using sexual innuendos to express his confidence and dominance in bed, and also boasting about his ability to disrupt and halt others' plans


When they play this in the club (say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?) Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?) And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?) Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?) Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
Encouraging the club-goers to turn up the song, and challenging anyone who disagrees with it to voice their opinion, making it clear that Method Man and Missy Elliott are present and ready to entertain


You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck
Throwing a challenge to anyone who wants to act tough and face the consequences


Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap
Expressing his frustration over being underestimated and stepping up to prove his worth, using Busta Rhymes' signature move and sound effect (making them clap) as a reference


Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends
Boasting about his ability to quickly come in and make an impression, while also referencing the possibility of him being involved in a relationship with someone's significant other


Got to get it, and when I'm gone Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest
Asserting his dangerous and infectious presence with references to weapons, drugs, and violence, and affirming that his skill and talent cannot be matched or compared


Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain I guess that should explain why I given the dope name Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?
Referencing his expensive jewelry and the origin of his nickname, discussing the cost of things in life, and questioning how someone can afford a car but not basic necessities


I'ma grown man, so I do grown man things Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing? It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady
Emphasizing his maturity and decision-making abilities, bragging about his luxurious car, and comparing himself to iconic figures like Public Enemy and Tracy McGrady to convey his status as the best


It's all good, everything I spit, all hood And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done
Declaring that his music and persona are authentic and representative of his upbringing and background, making a wish that his detractors would disappear, using the phrase 'John Blaze' to ask when will people recognize his greatness, and threatening anyone who crosses him


And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream
Referencing the popular rapper LL Cool J and his hit song 'Ladies Love Cool J,' highlighting the influence of money on women's desires, and using the name of a popular mythical character to request a sexual encounter


Let's work... come on Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy Hitmen baby, let's work, come on Let's work, come on, yeah Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah
Encouraging collaboration and hard work among artists from different companies, and giving shoutouts to specific individuals




Lyrics © MELLOW HOUSE MUSIC
Written by: MILES G N JONES, BYRAM JOSEPH

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@jimmytwotimes4355

No one flows like method man

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