Party Crasher
Method Man Lyrics


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Aw shit not these niggaz again!
Hey yo listen!
I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in here tonight
If your man ain't on the guest list
He get to the BACJ of the fuckin' line
And you know another motherfuckin' thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
in this motherfucker tonight
I'm kickin' all y'all the fuck outta here

Uh, muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin' death
Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home
Check it out, uh, me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fuckin' with me, I push my way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin' nigga lookin' like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah
Pattin me down like the law, as I stumble in the party
Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
Loungin' near the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, razor sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches?
Burn somethin', one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
Especially that into smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' they asses
Got million dollar broke niggaz, that makin' passes
Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
Skin like blackberry molasses, mm
At last it's, time to step and make her mine
Niggaz headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin', playin with kids
That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is
("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God?
Yo that shit'll go right where my people ain't right now"
"Yo don't touch my shit!")
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
Before the sirens intervene, the territory
Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us
I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
Uh, every time I try to have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin' it up, killin' my high, damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin' Duke
Half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a step away now we critical, uh
As I boned out I heard the people shout




Niggaz, yea cold turn the party out!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

Overall Meaning

Method Man's song "Party Crasher" is a lively and descriptive track about getting into a party and enjoying the scene before it devolves into chaos. In the opening lines, Method Man declares that he's only letting five people into the party and warns everyone else that they'll be kicked out if they aren't on the guest list. He then describes how some people are scared to go out and party, suggesting they stay home if they're scared. From there, he and his friends push their way into the club, splitting a "Dutch," or a rolled cigar, and drinking Bacardi before hitting the dance floor.


Method Man then describes a scene of debauchery, with men eyeing up women to make passes at and a chaotic atmosphere. The club-goers start rushing the bouncers and fighting, and eventually the police show up to break up the party. It's a wild ride of a track that conveys a sense of reckless abandon and fun, but also highlights the danger of partying too hard.


The lyrics of "Party Crasher" are accompanied by a catchy beat and Method Man's signature style. His rhymes are tight and descriptive, and he really brings the listener into the scene he's describing. Overall, "Party Crasher" is a great example of Method Man's skill as both a rapper and a storyteller.


Line by Line Meaning

Aw shit not these niggaz again!
I am not happy to see these group of people again.


Hey yo listen!
Listen up!


I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in here tonight
I am only allowing five people to come inside tonight.


If your man ain't on the guest list
If your friend is not on the list of invited guests.


He get to the BACJ of the fuckin' line
He will be sent to the back of the line.


And you know another motherfuckin' thing?
In addition, I don't care about another thing.


I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this motherfucker tonight
I don't care if a woman spills a drink tonight.


I'm kickin' all y'all the fuck outta here
If that happens, I will kick everyone out from the party.


Uh, muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin' death
Some people are very scared in the club.


Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home
If you are scared, then why didn't you stay at home?


Check it out, uh, me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
Me and my people are at the door and we are not trying to pay any fees.


Stop playin, you fuckin' with me, I push my way in
Stop playing with me, I push my way inside.


Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
We are enough in number to cause a lot of damage to the club.


Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
I am drinking Bacardi and other similar drinks, and smoking tobacco from a split cigar.


Bouncin' nigga lookin' like he want war
A bouncer who appears like he wants to fight.


Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah
I am not someone to challenge, man.


Pattin me down like the law, as I stumble in the party
Looking at me suspiciously, as I walk inside the party unsteadily.


Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
I am definitely drinking Limon Bacardi.


Loungin' near the bar section, rolled the L
Relaxing near the bar area and smoking marijuana.


And kept steppin', concealed weapon, razor sharp
Kept moving forward, with a concealed weapon that is very sharp.


Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
A blue star hatchet hidden in my jacket's sleeve.


Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches?
Who is that boy looking for matches on the dance floor?


Burn somethin', one toke got me blasted
Burning some marijuana and taking just one inhalation has gotten me very high.


Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
Took another inhalation and then started choking.


Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
Herb that is this good cannot be taken lightly.


Especially that into smoke mixed with hashish
This is especially so when mixed with hashish.


Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' they asses
Ladies on the dance floor are shaking their butts.


Got million dollar broke niggaz, that makin' passes
Rich but broke men making attempts to talk to ladies.


Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
A pretty lady with eye glasses and a great figure.


Skin like blackberry molasses, mm
Her skin is the color of blackberry molasses.


At last it's, time to step and make her mine
Finally, it's time to approach her and try to get with her.


Niggaz headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Some guys are walking towards the bathroom and hiding their valuables.


Brothers got to keep it movin', playin with kids
We need to move quickly and not get involved with fools.


That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
They are not hesitant to steal a Cuban cigar.


Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
Now there's chaos in the bathroom, I heard someone screaming.


End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's
It's the end of the evening, and I couldn't find the girl. The party atmosphere is no more.


Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
This is a messed up and chaotic situation, and it won't be long before police intervene.


Before the sirens intervene, the territory
Before the police arrive and take control of the area.


Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
Can we not have a good time without getting violent?


Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us
Big bouncers are trying to push us and rush us out.


I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench
I can sense what is going on, and I can smell the bad situation.


Of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
The environment here is dangerous, and we are surrounded by enemies.


Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
We are backed up against the wall, but we won't give up.


All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
Everyone is needed here to defend ourselves and fight.


Every time I try to have a good time why?
Every time I try to have a good time, something bad happens.


Somebody always fuckin' it up, killin' my high, damn
Someone always ruins my good time and my feelings, damn it.


Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
Someone has screwed up the entire plan for the evening, and the party is over now.


By that time I'm dead sober
At this point, I am completely sober.


In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone
Amidst all of this chaos, four soldiers are already dead.


You can tell that they was heat holders
It is evident that they were carrying handguns.


Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
Everyone got down to the ground when they saw the weapons, but I left the scene.


Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
A woman slipped and broke her neck, and some guys from Brooklyn are being blamed.


Rushed the coat check, they whole set
They ran towards the coat check and destroyed everything there.


Stompin' Duke, half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
They violently attacked a guy named Duke, almost killed him, and stole his Rolex watch. It's awful.


Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful
This looks like it will be headline news, Mr. Pitiful.


About a step away now we critical
We are dangerously close to a critical situation.


As I boned out I heard the people shout
As I left quickly, I heard people shouting.


Niggaz, yea cold turn the party out!
The party is now over because of all the chaos and violence that just occurred.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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