Bring the Pain (feat. Method M
Missy Elliott Lyrics


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Basically, can't fuck with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
Check it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

And when I was a lil' stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some champion (Champion)
I always wondered (Wondered)
Will now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the Gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out them brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin', cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills

You motherfuckers
(So) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe





(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin')

Overall Meaning

In Missy Elliott's iconic song "Bring The Pain" featuring Method Man, the lyrics are a true testament to the skill and witty wordplay of both artists. From the opening lines, "I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain," Method Man asserts his dominance as an MC and sets the tone for the rest of the song. He goes on to rap about his mental prowess and the influence of instrumental records on his writing process. He then takes aim at other rappers in the game, proclaiming that they are "decaf" and that he'll "stick 'em for the cream" before delivering a scathing critique of the fashion trends of the time.


Method Man's verses are filled with braggadocio and sharp insults, all delivered with his signature gravelly voice and impeccable flow. He asserts his place in the Wu-Tang Clan and claims to be "hectic," ready to take on anyone who dares to challenge him. The chorus, with its repeated refrain of "Is it real son, if it's really real," adds to the intensity and urgency of the song.


Overall, "Bring The Pain" is a classic hip-hop track that showcases the lyrical talent of Missy Elliott and Method Man. It's a powerful and hard-hitting song that holds up even today, nearly 30 years after its initial release.


Line by Line Meaning

Basically, can't fuck with me
I'm unstoppable


I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
I'm here to bring the realness


Let's go inside my astral plane
Let's dive into my mind


Find out my mental's based on instrumental
My music tells you everything about me


Records hey so I can write monumental
Listening to music inspires my greatness


Methods, I'm not the King
I'm not the best, but I'm still better than most


But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
I take out the weak to get to the top


Check it just how deep can shit get
Let's see how far we can take this


Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
The world is deep and people are ignorant


In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed over
You've sold out


Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
You've completely changed


Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
I'm in charge and I move others aside


And I'm the dark side of the Force
I'm powerful and not to be messed with


Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I'm one of the best from my legendary crew


I be hectic, and coming for the head piece protect it
I'm coming for the top spot, so be ready


Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
I'm not afraid of a fight


Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it
You try to come at me, but I'll come at you harder


Styles, I gets buckwild
My flow is wild and unpredictable


Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm digging up dirt on my enemies


I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss Daisy
I'm unpredictable and out of control


Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
I'm in control and everyone else is crazy


Is it real son, is it really real son
Are you really about what you say you are?


Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Prove it to me


Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
I want to feel the realness of your actions


Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
Give it to me straight up and honest


And when I was a lil' stereo (Stereo)
In my younger days


I listened to some champion (Champion)
I listened to the best


I always wondered (Wondered)
I always had aspirations


Will now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Will I be the best?


Now you listen to the Gargon (Gargon)
Now you listen to me


And the Gargon summary
And this is what I'm all about


And any man dat come test me (Test me)
And anyone who tests me


Me gwanna lick out them brains (It's like that)
I'm going to destroy them


Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
People want to be associated with me


The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
But the only way to hang is to be truly connected


Off the set comin' to your projects
I'm coming to your hood


Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Take what I say seriously


Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
I'm speaking from experience and authority


Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
I'm a force to be reckoned with


And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's going to escalate


It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
The Wu-Tang Clan is taking out the competition


Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
I'm coming at you from an unexpected angle


Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
I'm here to make my mark


You can come test realize you're no contest
You can try, but you won't beat me


Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
I'm the champion


Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
I'm quick and powerful


Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
My rhymes are deadly


Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
I don't think when I'm in the zone


Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
My rhymes are the evidence


Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
I don't need anything fancy to enjoy my drink


When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
Give it to me real


I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
I've learned the hard way


Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
It burns a lot


I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
I don't need substances to attract women


All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
All I need is money


What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
That's what I'm all about


Word up we be hazardous
We're dangerous


Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We're unstoppable


We have to stick you
We're coming for you


I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
I'm not messing around


And make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll humiliate you


I'll fuckin', cut your eyelids off
I'll hurt you badly


And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills
I'll make you suffer


You motherfuckers
You're all fucked


So fuck the hoe
I don't care about anyone else


Fuck the hoe
I only care about myself


(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin')
(I'm the one in charge)




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

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Comments from YouTube:

@visitapopkaourworld9727

Congratulations Missy Elliott on Street naming ceremony in Virginia! You held this song down, without you I wouldn't be the same!!!!!!!!!

@TheeKingRayzor

I heard Bring Da Pain before, but I actually prefer this version now, Missy and Meth are nice together.

@themonster7185

Both versions are smooth AF.

@candiana534

this whole albun is fire!

@premo78

Tical was whole fire, lol

@onanaerwan9184

timbaland produced it

@325Bam

How did I miss this song?

@bad4ever2001

Great Album! I still listen to it!! :D

@zoramanderson7806

Missy and Method did the damn thing!!!!

@inature1179

Meth killed this , I was bumping this album back when it first came out

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