Konichiwa Bitches
Method Man Lyrics


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(Hook 2X: GZA sample)
"Konichiwa bitches"

(Method Man)
What up, what up, these niggaz suck
They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B.
If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG
Fuck it, I'm salty, the game been loss me
Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
Hey Carlton Fisk, nigga, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
And put my body in the lost and found
You with the business, then bust off a round
It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
And the audacity for having that life, while niggaz starving & shit
The main reason they be robbing and shit
The same reason you've been targeted bitch (these niggaz must of forgot)
The thin line between a hoe and a trick
Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth (yea, motherfucker I'm high)
There I go again, blowing a spliff
When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (konichiwa bitches)

(Chorus: Method Man)
N.Y.C., is all I see
O.D.B., nigga, R.I.P. (konichiwa bitches)
This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C.
You want it all, well then y'all like me (konichiwa bitches)
Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
I came to blow them out the frame, and I'm gone (konichiwa bitches)
M-E-T, to the H-O-D
Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me? (konichiwa bitches)

(Method Man)
For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest
Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done
There's no survival, now who care to be next? (if you don't know me by now)
Know where the borough is, doing it for
The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa
The French call it "forpa" when fucking with son, the odds a hundred to none
Too many flavors, y'all ain't fucking with one
It's getting deep, see the plot thicker
No place to be, if you bi-atch, nigga
Outside the Clan, we always got RZA
I put it down, like I don't give a
One in the head, I bet he don't get up, we drinking malt liquor
Out of your Benz, just to talk slicker
Then paint a scene that you can all picture
You going in? Well, let me walk with cha
It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef (konichiwa bitches)

(Chorus)





(Hook 4X)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Method Man's song Konichiwa Bitches depict his unapologetic personality and his rap skills, mixed with a little bit of humor. The hook, borrowed from GZA’s song “Beneath the Surface,” sets the tone of the song, bringing the new and the old-school together with a touch of Japanese culture. The opening verse is an attack on the inability of other rappers, who he thinks suck and can't hold a fort. He then compares his attitude to mono sodium glutamate (MSG), a food flavor enhancer that is known to be salty. He is saying that his words are so flavorful (truthful) that they might come off as a bit salty to some. He wonders why people may think he's past his prime, which is like "acting like Carlton Fisk," a former major league baseball player, who he says needs to pass him (give him) the nine because he will cross any who try to challenge him on the mic. He then talks about people starving and how they resort to robbery, which is the reason for the targeting of some individuals. He ultimately tells his haters that he's not going to change and they can still kiss his ass, hence the line, "when I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (konichiwa bitches)."


The chorus has Method Man displaying his love for his city, New York, and also paying homage to Ol' Dirty Bastard (ODB), a fellow Wu-Tang Clan rapper, who had passed away in 2004. He then references the group’s moniker, Killa Beez, and how they are taking over the microphone with their unique sound. In the last line, he rhetorically asks why people hate on him.


In the second verse, Method Man talks about how he has hair on his chest, signifying his masculinity, and how people should be afraid of him instead of being scared of "the Man." He also references his murderous lyrics, challenges other rappers to try and make better rhymes, and reminds them that the Wu-Tang Clan is the most thorough rap group. He also throws in a reference to the French term "forpa" as a reminder of his skill, which means "in force" or "strongly." He then tells his haters that they are not on his level, describes a vivid scene, and ends the verse with his nickname Mef.


Line by Line Meaning

Konichiwa bitches
Greetings, women


What up, what up, these niggaz suck
Hello, these men are not good at what they do


They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B.
They are unable to defend what they believe in, better think twice, friend


If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG
If I cannot express myself, my temperament becomes like Mono Sodium Glutamate


Fuck it, I'm salty, the game been loss me
Forget it, I'm upset, I lost the game


Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
I paid the price to be where I am, who thinks I am not at my best anymore?


Hey Carlton Fisk, nigga, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
Hey Carlton Fisk, man, give me the gun, who wants to challenge me now?


And put my body in the lost and found
And misplace my body


You with the business, then bust off a round
If you are serious about taking action, then shoot


It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
It's like the sufferings of Jesus, to be punished just for wearing jewelry


And the audacity for having that life, while niggaz starving & shit
And the nerve to live that life, while people are struggling


The main reason they be robbing and shit
The most common reason why people steal


The same reason you've been targeted bitch (these niggaz must of forgot)
The same reason why you are a victim, these men must have forgotten


The thin line between a hoe and a trick
The subtle difference between a prostitute and a deceiver


Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth (yea, motherfucker I'm high)
Shoot them with the gun that has four or five bullets (yeah, I'm intoxicated)


There I go again, blowing a spliff
There I am again, smoking a joint


When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (konichiwa bitches)
When I breathe out, it's like I'm sending a greeting to the women


N.Y.C., is all I see
I only see New York City


O.D.B., nigga, R.I.P. (konichiwa bitches)
Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty Bastard, greetings women


This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C.
This hip-hop group called Killa Beez is holding your microphone


You want it all, well then y'all like me (konichiwa bitches)
You want everything, then you are like me (greetings women)


I came to blow them out the frame, and I'm gone (konichiwa bitches)
I came to impress them and leave, greetings women


M-E-T, to the H-O-D
Method Man and Hanz On Demand (his production company)


Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me? (konichiwa bitches)
Why do people want to dislike me? (greetings women)


For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest
Every time I write a song, my chest gets hairier


Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
Afraid of authority, you should be afraid of the Meth (Method Man)


Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done
Now every song that I release is violent, that could be imitated


There's no survival, now who care to be next? (if you don't know me by now)
There's no escape, who wants to challenge me now? (if you are not familiar with me already)


Know where the borough is, doing it for
Know the area where I am from, doing it for


The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa
The most extreme, you are doing too much, friend


The French call it "forpa" when fucking with son, the odds a hundred to none
The French call it "faux pas" when messing with him, the chances are slim


Too many flavors, y'all ain't fucking with one
Too many options, you cannot handle just one


It's getting deep, see the plot thicker
It's getting complicated, notice the conspiracy


No place to be, if you bi-atch, nigga
Nowhere to go, if you are a bitch, man


Outside the Clan, we always got RZA
Outside our group, we always have RZA


I put it down, like I don't give a
I perform with confidence and fearlessness


One in the head, I bet he don't get up, we drinking malt liquor
A bullet in the chamber, I bet he won't stand up, we are drinking cheap beer


Out of your Benz, just to talk slicker
Out of your Mercedes car, just to speak arrogantly


Then paint a scene that you can all picture
Then describe a situation that you can all visualize


You going in? Well, let me walk with cha
You are entering? Well, let me join you


It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef (konichiwa bitches)
It's Method Man, but you can call me Mr. Mef (greetings women)


Konichiwa bitches
Greetings, women




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