Method Man spent a childhood split between separated parents in Long Island and Staten Island, and in an apparent precursor to his career in hip hop was introduced both to playing drums and to poetry by his father. Not only was Method interested in music, he was also fascinated by comic books and particularly Ghost Rider, a fascination which manifested itself years later in several of his many rap aliases. His pre-hip hop adult life was mostly split between drug dealing and low-paid jobs (including a stint working at the Statue of Liberty, along with future Wu-Tang colleague U-God). After becoming well known on the streets for his rhyming abilities, he joined with 8 friends to form the Wu-Tang Clan in the early 1992.
Since the Wu-Tang Clan's ascendancy to hip hop stardom, Method Man has always been one of the most visible members of the collective. He was one of only two of the group to get a solo song on the group's debut album Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers and he was the first to release a solo album under the Clan's unusual contract which allows its members to release albums under any record label (Method chose to sign with legendary rap label Def Jam). Method Man's solo debut, Tical (1994) was critically acclaimed and extremely popular, entering the American charts at #4 and eventually selling in excess of one million copies.
He soon collaborated with Mary J. Blige and Redman with a series of hit singles, one of which (the Blige duet "I'll Be There For You/You're All I Need To Get By") won a Grammy, before recording the second Wu-Tang album, Wu-Tang Forever.
His second solo album was Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998), which was heavily influenced by the apocalypse theories surrounding the forthcoming end of the millennium, and which featured a vast amount of guest appearances, from his fellow Clansmen to Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes, D'Angelo, Chris Rock, Mobb Deep, Redman and even Donald Trump. The album sold even better than his first, though reviews were mixed and its long running time and the abundance of between-song comedy skits were criticised by many.
Method Man then toured with Jay-Z and recorded Blackout! with Redman, a light-hearted, fun record with an EPMD-evoking emphasis on funky beats and the mischievous wit and cool flows of the two MCs.
In the twenty-first century, Method Man forged a successful career in acting. As well as his 1998 appearance in the film Belly along with fellow rappers Nas and DMX, Method has also appeared in 187 Oz, How High (a stoner film with Redman), The Wire, My Baby's Daddy, Garden State and Soul Plane, while continuing to record with the Wu-Tang Clan. He also co-starred with Redman in his own Fox sitcom called Method & Red, however after only a short time on the air the show was put on hiatus and never returned. Method Man later complained in the press about Fox's influence on the show's style, claiming that "there's been too much compromise on our side and not enough on their side" and bemoaning the network's decision to add a laugh track.
In 2004, Meth released his third album Tical 0: The Prequel, which spawned a successful single in "What's Happenin" with Busta Rhymes, but was poorly received both by critics and fans. There was trouble even before the album's release when Method apparently complained to the press about excessive interference from Def Jam over the album's beats (Meth supposedly desired more input from Wu-Tang leader RZA). On its release, many fans and critics were taken aback by its strong "mainstream" or "commercial" sound, highlighted by the guest appearances of pop-rap stars of the time Missy Elliot, P. Diddy and Ludacris. However, the album sold reasonably well, selling more than any of the other Wu-Tang solo projects released at around the same time. There was good news in early 2005 for fans who were disappointed with The Prequel as Method Man announced that a new RZA-produced album would be released later in the year. The album ultimately never materialized in 2005, though RZA and Meth continue to work on the album and are now aiming for a mid-2006 release date.
Aliases
Big John Stud
The Ghost Rider (from the comic Ghost Rider)
Hot Nickelz
Hot Nixon
Iron Lung
John-John
Johnny Blaze (from the comic Ghost Rider)
Johnny Dangerous
John-John Blaizini
Methtical (Meth-tical)
Meth
Mr. Meth
MZA ("The Mizza")
The Panty Raider
Shakwon (5% Nation "righteous name")
Tical
Ticallion Stallion
Albums
1994 Tical (Platinum)
1998 Tical 2000: Judgement Day (Platinum)
1999 Blackout! (with Redman) (Platinum)
2004 Tical 0: The Prequel
2006 4:21 The Day After
2009 Blackout! 2 (with Redman)
Singles and EPs
1994 "Bring The Pain"
1995 "I'll Be There For You/You're All I Need To Get By" (with Mary J. Blige)
1995 "Release Yo' Delf"
1998 "Break Ups 2 Make Ups"
1998 "Judgement Day"'
1998 "Grand Finale" (with DMX, Nas & Ja Rule)
1999 "Tear It Off" (Method Man & Redman)
1999 "Da Rockwilder" (Method Man & Redman)
1999 "Y.O.U." (Method Man & Redman)
2004 "What's Happenin" (with Busta Rhymes)
2005 "The Show"
Appears On
1993 Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers (album by the Wu-Tang Clan)
1994 "The What" (from the The Notorious B.I.G. album Ready to Die)
1995 "Dirty Dancin" (from the Ol' Dirty Bastard album Return To The 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version)
1995 "Got The Flava" (from the Showbiz & AG album Goodfellas)
1995 "Wu-Gambinos" & "Ice Cream" (from the Raekwon album Only Built 4 Cuban Linx)
1995 "Living In The World Today", "Shadowboxin" & "Gold" (from the GZA album Liquid Swords)
1995 "The Riddler" (from the Batman Forever Soundtrack)
1996 "Box In Hand" (from the Ghostface Killah album Ironman)
1996 "Box In Hand (Remix)" (Ghostface Killah single)
1996 "Got My Mind Made Up" (from the 2Pac album All Eyez On Me)
1996 "Do What Ya Feel" (from the Redman album Muddy Waters)
1996 "Extortion" (from the Mobb Deep album Hell On Earth)
1996 "Hit 'Em High" (from the Space Jam soundtrack)
1997 Wu-Tang Forever (album by the Wu-Tang Clan)
1997 "Milk The Cow", "Supa Ninjaz" & "Dart Throwing" (from the Cappadonna album The Pillage)
1997 "Next Up" & "Collaboration 98" (from the Sunz Of Man album The Last Shall Be First)
1997 "4,3,2,1" (from the LL Cool J album Phenonemon)
1998 "Well All Rite Cha" (from the Redman album Doc's Da Name 2000)
1998 "Pussy Pop" (from the Xzibit album 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz)
1998 "Whatcha Gonna Do" (from the Jayo Felony album Whatcha Gonna Do)
1998 "The Worst" (from the Onyx album Shut 'Em Down)
1999 "Rumble" (from the U-God album The Golden Arms Redemption)
1999 "Am I My Brother's Keeper" (from the Shyheim album Manchild)
1999 "Fuck Them" (from the Raekwon album Immobilarity)
1999 "Left & Right" (from the D'Angelo album Voodoo)
1999 "Stringplay" (from the GZA album Beneath The Surface)
1999 "N 2 Gether Now" (from the Limp Bizkit album Significant Other)
1999 "Half Man Half Amazin" (from the Pete Rock album Soul Survivor)
1999 "Three Amigos (If It's On)" (from the Popa Wu album Visions Of The Tenth Chamber)
1999 "NYC Everything" (from the RZA album Bobby Digital In Stereo)
1999 "Simon Says (Remix)" (from the Pharoahe Monch album Internal Affairs)
2000 "Buck 50" (from the Ghostface Killah album Supreme Clientele)
2000 "Fuhgidabowdit" (from the LL Cool J album G.O.A.T.)
2000 "Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)" (from the Limp Bizkit album Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water)
2000 The W (album by the Wu-Tang Clan)
2000 "Ghetto Celebrity" (from the album In The Mode by Roni Size & Reprazent
2001 "La Rhumba" & "Glocko Pop" (from the RZA album Digital Bullet)
2001 "Enjoy Da Ride" (from the Redman album Malpractice)
2001 "Dog In Heat" (from the Missy Elliott album Miss E...So Addictive)
2001 "Party & Bullshit" (from the Rush Hour 2 soundtrack)
2001 Iron Flag (album by the Wu-Tang Clan)
2001 "Red Meth And Bee" (from the Cypress Hill album Stoned Raiders)
2002 "Flowers" (from the Ghostface Killah album Bulletproof Wallets)
2003 "Respect Mine" (from the Mathematics album Love, Hell Or Right)
2003 "Love @ 1st Sight" (from the Mary J. Blige album Love & Life)
2003 "We Pop (Remix)" (RZA single)
2003 "Bring The Pain" (from the Missy Elliott album This Is Not A Test!)
2003 "Ice Cream Part 2" (from the Raekwon album Lex Diamonds Story)
2003 "Noble Art" (from the IAM album Revoir Un Printemps)
2003 "Rock 'N' Roll" (from the Naughty By Nature album Icons)
2004 "Secret Rivals" (from the Masta Killa album No Said Date)
2004 "The Drummer" (from the Theodore Unit album 718)
2004 Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1 (album by the Wu-Tang Clan)
2005 "Head Rush", "John 3:16" & "Spot Lite" (from the Mathematics album The Problem)
2005 "All My Niggas", "Shoot On Sight (S.O S.)" & "Street Education" (from the Streetlife album Street Education)
2005 "High Rollers" (from the Proof album Searching for Jerry Garcia)
2005 "Still On It" (from the Ashanti album Collectables by Ashanti)
2006 "9 Milli Bros." (from the Ghostface Killah album Fishscale)
how high
Method Man Lyrics
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Tippy? (tippy)
Come on, my people
Sing it, daddy
Hey (ooh-wee)
We rock
Ha (ah), ha ha
Ha ha (aha)
And so like a mushroom in cow shit
And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby
The ultimate high, ohh
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticalion, hmm
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housing projects
I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga
Now yes, Apocalypse now, the gun pow
It be going down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down
While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggas hit the deck
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more fruitier loops than that Toucan Sam bitch
Plus the Bombazee got me wide
Fucking with us
Is a straight suicide
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breaking all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mines to get yours
Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, I stays open like an all night store (yeah, yeah, ah)
For real I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existence, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk used to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood Squares
Six million ways to die, so I chose
Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
The blindfold cold, so you can feel the wrath
And shatter the glass and second half on your funky ass
And, yo, my man (Tical) hit me now
Bitches used to play me now they can't forget me now
They get me mad, I rock the spot, check Glock
Empty off a licking off a hip-hop
Fuck the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you paid for your Billboard spot?
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking buddha on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick (uh)
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick
'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on 'til the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your dirt weed, we got our fucking own
Check it, I wreaks havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics, screaming for the antiseptic
Moving on your left, kid, and I'm Method
Out my fucking dome piece, plus I got no love for the beast
Hailing from the big East Coast, where niggas pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
Hey boy, you the rude boy on the block
You try to stop the bum rush, you will get popped
As I run a mile with a racist
My style was born in the pissy staircases
Dig it, F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya
Enter the center, lyrics bang like Ricochet Rabbit
I brings havoc with an AK 'matic, rolling blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smith & Wes', who clique's the best?
Punks take a sip and test, who splits your vest?
The funk phenomenon, I'm bombing you like Lebanon (blow canal)
Blow canals of Panama just off stamina
Style's not to be fucked with or played with
Fuck them pretty hoes, I love those Section 8 Bitches
Hitting switches, twisting wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga', boo
Scared you, blew you to smithereens
Fuck the Marines, I got machines
That like to spit and read Mad Magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya five times like U.S. Air off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks 'em off proper
Ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg
Look I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle (yo, Red)
For the nine nickel
Yo, Red (bitch-ass), yo, Red
Punk-ass, pussy-ass
You ain't got the say no more, man
That's it, man (word up, man)
We out, it's over
Silly-ass niggas
The lyrics to Method Man & Redman's song "How High" are a combination of braggadocio rhymes, drug references and socio-political commentary. The first verse refers to taking drugs to reach a higher level of consciousness and experiencing the "ultimate high." The second verse speaks to the violence and corruption in society and the need to resist it. The third and fourth verses are classic examples of Method Man and Redman's "tag team" rap style, with each taking turns delivering clever punchlines and vivid descriptions of their street life experiences.
The chorus of the song is an anthem to their highness, with Redman boasting that he's so high he can kiss the sky, and Method Man claiming he's sick to the point where you can suck his genitalia. The song's theme is a familiar one in hip-hop, with many other rappers boasting about their prowess, wealth and drug use, but Method Man and Redman's chemistry and energy set them apart from their peers.
Overall, "How High" is an entertaining rap song with catchy hooks, rhymes and metaphors that appeal to fans of the genre. It also showcases the unique style and personalities of Method Man and Redman, two of hip-hop's most iconic and beloved figures.
Line by Line Meaning
Takin' it from the top? (Top)
Are we starting from the beginning?
Tippy? (tippy)
Are you ready?
Come on, my people
Let's go, everybody
Sing it, daddy
Sing along, my friend
Hey (ooh-wee)
Hey, I'm excited
We rock
We are awesome
Ha (ah), ha ha
Haha
Ha ha (aha)
Haha
Taking my mind where it's never gone before
Exploring new experiences
And so like a mushroom in cow shit
Growing in unexpected places
And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby
Using drugs for an intense high
The ultimate high, ohh
The highest level of euphoria
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Forgive me for getting high
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full a rye
Finding joy in moments of struggle
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Why would someone sacrifice their life for their beliefs?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticalion, hmm
Showing no mercy, like scavenging animals
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Darker than anything you can imagine
Hit your housing projects
Attacking poverty-stricken neighborhoods
I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga
I'm from Shaolin, my friend
Now yes, Apocalypse now, the gun pow
Bringing destruction and violence
It be going down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down
Things are getting intense
While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
During the chaos of the universe
When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggas hit the deck
Everyone gets down when I prepare to shoot
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
There's no need for unnecessary violence
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
Real and gritty, like the movie Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
I can't tolerate it
With more fruitier loops than that Toucan Sam bitch
With more flavorful beats than anyone else
Plus the Bombazee got me wide
The weed I'm smoking has me feeling great
Fucking with us
Messing with us
Is a straight suicide
Is a death wish
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Counting down
Three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Killing it with my lyrics
Tical bring it to that ass raw
I bring it with raw energy
Breaking all the rules like glass jaws
Defying conventions
Nigga, you got to get mines to get yours
You have to hustle for what you want
Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
We don't need to conform to mainstream standards
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
I prefer expressing truth through my lyrics
More than you bargained for
More than you expected
Tical, I stays open like an all night store (yeah, yeah, ah)
I'm always ready, like a 24-hour store
For real I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
I stay real and dangerous
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
Ready to take you out
And end your existence, M-E-T
And bring an end to your existence, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
There's no point in resisting, H-O-D
I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
I provide the greatest high to anyone on drugs
The Egyptian Musk used to have me pull mad sluts
I used to attract many women with Egyptian Musk perfume
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
I move smoothly and seamlessly with my partner
Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough
Analyze my capabilities, I won't quit until I'm satisfied
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Your situation is messed up, find a way to signal for help
Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood Squares
Since your negative actions lead to negative consequences
Six million ways to die, so I chose
There are many ways to meet your end, but I made my choice
Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
I added one more to the death count
The blindfold cold, so you can feel the wrath
I blindfolded you so you can face the consequences
And shatter the glass and second half on your funky ass
And break the glass and defeat you
And, yo, my man (Tical) hit me now
And, yo, my friend, contact me now
Bitches used to play me now they can't forget me now
Women used to ignore me, but now they can't stop thinking about me
They get me mad, I rock the spot, check Glock
They make me angry, but I still dominate the scene
Empty off a licking off a hip-hop
Shoot my gun in celebration of hip-hop
Fuck the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
I don't care about chart success, I represent my neighborhood
How you dope when you paid for your Billboard spot?
How can you be considered great when you paid for your success?
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Look up, there's something extraordinary
It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking buddha on a train
It's me, the Funk Doctor, smoking weed on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
I'm so high that I feel like I can touch the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick (uh)
I'm so great and talented that you should show me respect
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Look up, there's something extraordinary
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
Recognize me, Johnny Blaze, nothing has changed
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
I'm so high that I feel like I can touch the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick
I'm so great and talented that you should show me respect
'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
Until my friend Raider Ruckus is released from prison
It ain't really on 'til the Ruckus get, home
The real action starts when Ruckus is here
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
Smoke some meth, then go to the dangerous area
We don't need your dirt weed, we got our fucking own
We don't need your low-quality weed, we have our own
Check it, I wreaks havoc with my hectic
I cause chaos with my crazy behavior
Bring the Pain lyrics, screaming for the antiseptic
My lyrics are intense, they need a cure
Moving on your left, kid, and I'm Method
I'm passing by you on your left, I'm Method Man
Out my fucking dome piece, plus I got no love for the beast
I'm crazy, and I don't like the police
Hailing from the big East Coast, where niggas pack toast
I'm from the tough East Coast, where people carry guns
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
Where drug dealers and murderers thrive
Hey boy, you the rude boy on the block
Hey boy, you're the tough guy in the neighborhood
You try to stop the bum rush, you will get popped
If you try to interfere, you will get shot
As I run a mile with a racist
As I deal with someone who is prejudiced
My style was born in the pissy staircases
My style was developed in the gritty, dirty staircases
Dig it, F a rap critic
Forget the rap critics
He talk about it while I live it
They talk about rap, I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
If Redman has the weed, I'm next in line
Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya
Look up at me, I have the words, guns, and influence in the game
Enter the center, lyrics bang like Ricochet Rabbit
I come in strong, my lyrics hit like a ricocheting bullet
I brings havoc with an AK 'matic, rolling blunts an all day habit
I cause chaos with my automatic rifle, and I smoke weed all day
I get it on like Smith & Wes', who clique's the best?
I go hard, like the firearms Smith & Wesson, and I ask who's the best crew
Punks take a sip and test, who splits your vest?
Don't underestimate us, we will shoot you in the chest
The funk phenomenon, I'm bombing you like Lebanon (blow canal)
I am the amazing force of funk, destroying you like Lebanon (with explosions)
Blow canals of Panama just off stamina
I have endless energy, causing destruction like the Panama Canal
Style's not to be fucked with or played with
My style is not to be messed with or taken lightly
Fuck them pretty hoes, I love those Section 8 Bitches
Forget those attractive women, I prefer the rough ones
Hitting switches, twisting wigs with
Changing things up, making people lose their minds
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
Big, powerful, thought-provoking lyrics
I dig up in your planets like Diga', boo
I explore your mind like a skilled archaeologist
Scared you, blew you to smithereens
I scare you and completely destroy you
Fuck the Marines, I got machines
I don't need the military, I have my own weapons
That like to spit and read Mad Magazine
That love to shoot bullets and consume violent media
I fly more heads than Continental
I defeat more people than a commercial airline
Wreck ya five times like U.S. Air off an instrumental
Conquer you repeatedly, like a plane crash, over a beat
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
I'm not a fake criminal with a bad appearance
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
But I might ruin your reputation completely
I breaks 'em off proper
I handle things correctly
Ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
Ask the late Biggie Smalls who tried to kill him
Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg
The Funk Doctor with a powerful shotgun
Look I got the tools like Rickle
I have the necessary skills and equipment
To make your mind tickle (yo, Red)
To make your mind feel excited (hey Red)
For the nine nickel
For the ninety-ninth time
Yo, Red (bitch-ass), yo, Red
Hey Red, you weak person
Punk-ass, pussy-ass
Coward, weakling
You ain't got the say no more, man
You have no power or control
That's it, man (word up, man)
That's the end, my friend
We out, it's over
We're leaving, it's finished
Silly-ass niggas
Stupid people
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Reggie Noble, Erick Sermon, Clifford Smith
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MikelKiriakos
@@imsofocused4678 you've gotta hear the uncut version...
"Styles not to be fkd with, or played with..
Fk them pretty hoes, I love those section 8 bit-
ches , hitting snitches, twisting wigs with..
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like dig-a...
Boo scared you, blew you to smith -a...
reens, fk the marines I got machines
That like to spit and read mad magazines.
Etc...
@jazzroyale7260
I’ll say 65-70%…
The other percentages is the real dudes who are just as good and keeping Hip Hop alive…
Kendrick Lamar
J Cole
Mick Jenkins
Joey Bada$$
Big KRIT
AB-Soul
Tyler The Creator
JID
Logic
The Underachievers
Flatbush Zombies
Vince Staples
Man the masses fucked it all up 🙄🙄😒
@augustknight3483
I first heard this joint in the middle of summer, '95. It was 90 degrees in Manhattan. I was on vacation in N.Y. I went crazy when I heard this on the radio in our hotel room. I was 15yrs old at the time. Soon as I got back home from vacation, I ran to the local record store and bought the maxi single. I still have it til this day!
@nickolasecker9596
I wish I could have heard this track in its era at that exact point in time. The beat would be perfect for wandering Manhattan.
@pmproben
me the same! :-) Only difference it was Berlin, Germany and we had 25 degrees celsius.
Edit: sorry, I was 16 years of age.
@SpazAteSkittlesOutHerAzz
RIGHT I WAS IN A MOTEL6
@bambam8527
That summer of 95 was insane hip hop. Fast fwd 25 years and look at the shit out now. Smh
@VinDieselXXX
1995 i was 10 years old......I remember hearing this riding across the 145th Street Bridge in moms 1993 Ford Taurus Wagon. And also its a bad memory from high school...year: 2002. i got jumped and robbed for my Enyce shirt which had matched my brand new Air Jordan 17s (they didn't take those because they probably already robbed someone else for em because they had the same jordans on too). So after I ran home half naked I watched 106th and park and if im not mistaken there was a show afterwards that would play older rap videos. I remember hearing this and also nas street dreams.
@bxboro4662
This collaboration was such a big deal back in the 90s. True classic shit!
@robertreeves7675
Even Respect Triple O G
@kevsnoop81
Huge!
@gilbertikpase891
Legend for real