Elliott is one of the first female hip hop superstars, known for a long series of hits including "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)", "Hit 'Em Wit Da Hee", "Get Ur Freak On", "One Minute Man", "Work It", and "Lose Control". In addition she has received recognition as one of the most successful songwriters of the modern music era, having crafted a number of hit records for artists such as Aaliyah, 702, Total, Ciara, Nicole Wray and Tweet, often with production-partner and childhood friend Timbaland. She was the third female rapper to ever go Platinum, behind Lil' Kim and Da Brat.
Born in Portsmouth, Virginia, she began her career in the all-girl R&B group, Sista in 1993. Eventually, the band folded and Elliott began her career as a solo rapper. Since the early 1990's, Elliott has won six Grammys, recently scoring one for her video of "Lose Control."
Other releases are 'Teary Eyed' and 'We Run This', and the last of these two songs will be the main single of the new greatest hits album titled 'Respect M.E.: Best Of' featuring 17 tracks from her six albums.
Bring the Pain (feat. Method M
Missy Elliott Lyrics
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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
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')
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@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