Box in Hand
Method Man Lyrics


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Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones
All of em
Lay em a death warrant
Ah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what
Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo

Blend wine, who want to win mine
Shorty get a ten-round for floatin
With the richest, huh
Flexed out, Flinstone style
Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for them niggas up in Poland
Rollin wax style museum, G 'em
Them richest niggas bless this
Like Russian cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this
Them niggas over there know, Gazelle goggles
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Murderin' cats is like that real

Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'
Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove
It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap
Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Fotomat
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin violations, godly nations
90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin

Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin niggas
Takin play from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you hear me?
The whole shit's like wrestling
What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you can't function
There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
Many may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggas want to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man
Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin
It's getting deep in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches
From the lamp I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred percent soul, individual
Assholes tend to run
From this PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine




Niggas wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own shit

Overall Meaning

In Method Man's song Box in Hand, he asks his friends to gather around and listen to his music. He then raps about his luxurious lifestyle, including owning expensive items such as wine and jewels. He also talks about committing crimes such as kidnapping and robbery. Through his lyrics, he portrays a tough persona and claims that he is not afraid to use violence to protect himself. He also takes a shot at people who are only in the rap game for the money rather than the art form. Throughout the song, Method Man delivers his rhymes with his signature aggressive style, making it a classic Wu-Tang Clan track.


The song is one of the Wu-Tang Clan's most popular tracks, and it was included on their debut album, Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off). It features a sample from the song "Nautilus" by Bob James, a popular source of sampling for many hip hop producers. The lyrics are full of references to Wu-Tang's signature slang, including the use of the term "Gazelle goggles," which refers to sunglasses that are popular in the hip hop community. The song is also notable for its use of metaphors, such as when Method Man compares his rapping to wrestling.


Line by Line Meaning

Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones
Gather all my friends and give them headphones


Lay em a death warrant
Tell them to prepare themselves


Ah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what
Go ahead and display your skills


Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo
Go ahead and show them what you've got


Blend wine, who want to win mine
Who wants to compete against me?


Shorty get a ten-round for floatin
Someone will get punched in the face


With the richest, huh
In the company of the wealthy


Flexed out, Flinstone style
Showing off in a flashy manner


Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
I kidnapped Loud and fled the scene


Mosyin, posin for them niggas up in Poland
Pretending to be someone else in Poland


Rollin wax style museum, G 'em
Traveling in a car with a valuable collection


Them richest niggas bless this
The wealthy admire my lifestyle


Like Russian cut VVS's
Referring to high quality diamonds


Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this
Make a smooth escape in the black hatchback


Them niggas over there know, Gazelle goggles
Those guys know they're in trouble


And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)
Causing trouble in an outdated fashion


Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Rapping about my life story, my reign as king, my possessions


Murderin' cats is like that real
Killing people is a part of life


Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'
Come with me and see my luxurious Land Rover


Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove
I will violently attack those who bother me


It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap
The world is a dark and scary place


Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Fotomat
I used to be wealthy, but now I go to a cheap photo store


Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Wearing black clothing and carrying weapons


Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
A white woman is our driver for this escape


We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases
We enjoy gambling and speeding away from the police


Porno stations, drinkin violations, godly nations
Watching pornography, breaking laws, and feeling powerful


90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Music is an important part of my life


Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes
My music is loud and intense


The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen
The music is so loud that the artists are breaking


Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
Harming the DJ and causing damage to the equipment


Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin niggas
This person exerts power and control over others


Takin play from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you hear me?
Taking advantage of fake and weak people


The whole shit's like wrestling
The situation is like a staged fight


What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin
Don't challenge me, I am strong and tough


This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned
Rap music can be overwhelming


Pull your plug, now you can't function
Stopping someone from functioning properly


There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
There is no easy answer to this problem


Many may come but few are cho-sen
Many people try, but only a small number are successful


Pretty niggas want to play the war po-sin
Weak people pretend to be tough


When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen
When trouble arises, weak people are the first to lose their status


Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man
I am a philosophical and powerful person


Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan
I am the leader of my close group of friends


I see your thoughts and your hand reachin
I can anticipate your actions and intentions


It's getting deep in this mud
The situation is becoming difficult


Cats heat seekin, for one blood
People are looking for conflict


Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Unknown criminals are shooting at women


Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches
I will make changes if I can improve the situation


From the lamp I grant three wishes
I am powerful and can offer assistance


Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll
I am successful and continue to thrive


One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body
I am completely focused and committed


One hundred percent soul, individual
I am unique and true to myself


Assholes tend to run
Cowards are likely to flee


From this PLO extortion to the one
From one problem to another


The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler
The next phase will be even more challenging


To the dawn's early light with this head-banger
I will continue to enjoy the loud music until sunrise


Boogie, represent this shit fully
Dance and enjoy this music completely


Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully
I feel like I am always fighting against someone


Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly
Whoever wants to fight will regret it


Like a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!
I am free and confident like a fat woman in tight clothing


We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine
We are wealthy and proud of our possessions


Niggas wastin time worryin about me and mine
People are jealous and focused on me and my success


Get your own shit
Stop worrying about me and focus on your own life




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: Clifford Smith, Dennis David Coles, Patrick Charles, Robert F. Diggs

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@BenThuAlot

Rae 1st album
Wu 1st album
Ghost 1st album
Meth 1st album
Odb 1st album except prob like 1 track
GZA 1st album except prob like 1 track

Thats my order but not in no order..ALL pop in and let plays

Hon mention: War report(whos not wu tang)



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@rcole718

Rza is a genius for this beat. All the different sounds coming in one time each, the piano sounds chaotic, and it all goes together.

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I call it extra crunchy..word up

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@ToniOhNo

Tha way that piano loop and bass line comes in and out in Meth verse is INSANE

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Dope AF 🔥🔥

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that beat is sick

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808MixMaster Right Sir! The Abbot

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