Well All Rite Cha
Method Man & Redman Lyrics

Now these doors don't open til after dark
The doors to the venue do not open until nighttime.

And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
The party does not truly start until midnight.

(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten Right before the fun was about to begin)
The singer and their crew had to arrive early, before the party began, to avoid getting into trouble.

Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin' to taste the Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they flaws
There are people who talk too much and try to act like they know everything, but the artist sees through their lies and knows they are not genuine.

Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
There are too many people rebelling without any good reason for the artist to stop and consider their actions.

Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest Criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks That can give a dick a bad sickness
The singer has women who are attracted to him even though he is not wealthy or well-dressed. He has lived a dangerous life and his enemies cannot handle the poison he can dish out. He has to be careful around fast women who may try to trick him into things that could harm him.

Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me? (Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step in (and who the fuck are you?)
The singer is trying to make a lot of money and is not interested in small talk. When another MC questions who he is, he is dismissive.

Doc start walkin' bumpin' M.O.P. To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three (Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
The artist starts walking and listening to M.O.P. music to find someone who is getting too cocky and put them in their place. His music is so intense that even the phone company goes on strike because they can't handle it.

Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted 20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high (So high) so high so high
The artist is proud of his use of metaphors and his vision is perfect even though he is always high.

Air it out Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut Slappin' grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin' ruck Like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
The artist is a tough guy and likes to start fights. He compares himself to the athletic team at Villanova University because he is strong and hot-tempered.

Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller Of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat' Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
The singer is in control, whether he is drunk or sober. He is very powerful and even colder than a drink. He commands respect and makes other people run away scared. He has a lot of experience fighting and has injured people badly.

Ayo hoe! Doc be keepin' a dope show like Marilyn Manson the handgun be stashed in the paneling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
The artist is confident in his performance ability and compares himself to Marilyn Manson. He also has a hidden gun in case he needs it. He is from New Jersey and enjoys being flashy. He is also willing to ruin other people's fun.

(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin' Limo driver, roll up the fuckin' partition!
Everyone should stay still and not do anything suspicious. The driver should roll up the privacy screen on the limo.

Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite? Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah Well who them cats you can call on, when you want to brawl? (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all right cha) yo yo
The singer is asking who the people are who like to smoke Thai marijuana and have sex all night. He also wants to know who he can always call on to fight with. They enjoy getting drunk and fighting.

Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo Hot Nix up in the house? (well all right cha) Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all night cha)
The singer is asking if several people are present. They are all having a good time, except for one person who is having a bad experience.

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in (Ayo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what? I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
The artist has experience and will do something again. He starts the car quickly and leaves. He is not afraid of getting into trouble and is willing to start a fight at a wedding reception.

B-Boys gather around and act p-noid Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid (Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn' For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
The artist is getting nervous and calls for help. He makes references to a movie character and getting barrel bonds. He is asking the other person if they are listening and ready to help.

Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac To make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen Bitchin' over shit you ain't gettin'
The singer has a small amount of drugs and a gun. He can be unpredictable and warns people to stay away from him. He also gets angry at people who are complaining about things they cannot control or obtain.

So finally, puttin' in work, the big hurt MC, with a social disease, and get it first Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger Remember me? (The field nigga!)
The singer has worked hard to earn his success, but he has a problem with socializing. He is willing to hurt people who go against him and has centuries of anger built up. He reminds everyone that he is from the field, meaning he has lived in poverty or slavery.

Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and hazardous Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on) Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!) Showin' you the pain I feel from holdin' these Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays They come with batteries included, in wicked ways
The artist is very fashionable but also dangerous. He has bad habits and can drink a lot. He is very quick and can write easily. He writes about real-life issues and his emotions flow out of his pen. He has a lot of negative thoughts and feelings. He believes that things in life have become corrupt and are getting worse, almost as if they come that way from the factory.

Who them niggaz that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite? Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all right cha) Mad dick up in your mouth (all night cha) Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
The artist is asking who the people are who like to smoke Thai marijuana. He is then asking if two people are there. One of them is definitely there and the other is implied to also be present. He then makes a crude joke.