He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, RZA was also a founding member of the rap group Gravediggaz where he used the name The Rzarector.
He has made cameos in several movies including Coffee and Cigarettes, American Gangster, Gospel Hill, Life Is Hot in Cracktown, Ghost Dog, Funny People, Repo Men. About.com named him 3rd on their list of best hip hop producers of all time
Born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York, RZA spent time in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania as a child, where his father had a convenience store in the Hill District.[1] A young RZA also spent many years living in North Carolina with his uncle. RZA began his hip hop career in the late 1980s and early 1990s as a member of the trio Force of the Imperial Master (which subsequently became known as the All in Together Now Crew after they had a successful underground single of that name). The group consisted of future Wu-Tang members and his cousins GZA (then known as the Genius) and Ol' Dirty Bastard (then known as Ason Unique, the Specialist, and the Professor).
Once this local band dissolved, both he and the GZA attempted to kick start solo careers. With the help of GZA's friend (then owner of Jamaica Records) they both secured single deals with album options at successful labels, GZA going to Cold Chillin and RZA to Tommy Boy. GZA ultimately released the Words from the Genius album, but RZA's stint at Tommy Boy ended with only the 1991 EP Ooh I Love You Rakeem to show for it when he went to jail soon after its release. GZA's album flopped, and the two cousins became determined to conquer the hip hop industry on their own terms. Throughout most of his youth he enjoyed watching various kung-fu movies and purchasing countless albums which he would later sample in most of his music
Bobby Did It
RZA Lyrics
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Ah-yo, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
One thing, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
I don't give a, flyin fuck about
None of y'all niggas out here
None of why'all niggaz out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
You want it? bring it son, bring it son
Bring it, yo, check it on out
[ndira - talking over islord above]
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Hijo de puta
? el coño de mi, maricon
why nunca me llamas, roberto
You treat me like an analog ho
[islord]
Yo, lyrically, i got all why'all niggaz under my wing
Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era
Like them muslim cats, who don't give a fuck
About blowin this rock, off the map
Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that
Microphone up off of you, cause it's
Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm
To try to rock the crowd
Puttin it all on to stay calm
You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb
And swarm the stage about a hundred fat
With lyrical material that's all that
Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
Rock like patti la-belle
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
Dissect the true kids gettin set up
For a car/jeep heist, it ain't nice
As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid
And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains
With a tray full of ice in em
But that's how it goes down
When you livin in the cold world
[timbo king] cold world, what?
[ndira] todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta
[timbo king]
Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type
Ignite mics, blow up u.s.a. satellites
Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor
Royal calmer, black queen black madonna
The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx
Intelligent instincts
I say knowledge is the foundation
When i move in the l's formation, against hell's nation
Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck
High bi-as, record the levels
Anti for devils.. anti for devils
[ndira]
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Hijo de puta
? el coño de mi, maricon
why nunca me llamas
Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto
Nadie te importa, cariño
I want to be digital bobby
Bobby digital
Rza me advertio de bobby
Bobby digital
[bobby digital]
All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps
And weak video clips and weak stacks
Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts
And weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright
With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong
Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms
French buttercups, probably want to see bobby in handcuffs
With the toes in my mouth
Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me
In the center solar
Corner block hip-hop now expand to the polar
Fuzzy low short frequency
Circuit breakers, try to take
Us on illusionary rides to the future
Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya
Cash and jewelry like bus passes
That's why your ass got stuck up
So wake the fuck up or get smoked
Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked
Took for derelict, sales are too soupy
Better get the bobby digital movie!
[ghostface killah]
Tarantula, that groove season
Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in?
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
Late night, nearly happy standoff
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva
Lever 2000 mic talk
Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve
Carved perfectly from god
Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash
I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage
Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage
Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid
Straight off the ground why'all word up
.. bad bitch
[jamie sommers]
Yo, yo
Yo my tapdance sword splash
Yo.. my nigga dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash
Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath
Hard to walk the righteous path
Flavor for life into death
This berry tart your ginger
Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender
Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic
Super-sonic, splash you with the wu-wear garments
For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers
The song "Bobby Did It" by RZA has a unique style that portrays raw expressionism. The opening lyrics declare "I don't give a flyin' f*** about none of y'all n***** out here". This showcases the rapper's unapologetic attitude towards the world. He is self-assured and ready to defend his comrades. He continues to assert himself with his lyrics, claiming that he has all of them under his wing and is here to forge an era of terror. He likens himself to the Muslim cats that don't care about blowing up the world. The phrase "what goes around comes around" is prevalent throughout the song.
One interesting aspect of the song is how the lyrics are in various languages, including Spanish, making it more diverse for the listeners. The lyrics in the Spanish language are from the perspective of a love interest, accusing Bobby of humiliating her. The chorus "cold world" is repeated several times throughout the song as a reminder of the harsh reality of living in a world that can be cruel. The song also pays homage to Bobby Digital, with one of the rappers asking to be "digital Bobby”. The song features a vast array of rhyming patterns; this makes it enjoyable to listen to, with a new surprise in each bar.
Here are some interesting facts about the song. "Bobby Did It" is from the 1998 album, "Bobby Digital in Stereo." It was written and produced by RZA. RZA had always been interested in blending music with oriental sounds, and this track reflects this influence. The music video features RZA in a director's chair, positioning the artists as they play their parts. The video also has snippets of a ninja battle, which represents RZA's influences from kung-fu films. The song was not commercially successful, but it garnered critical acclaim from many music critics. The song is still considered one of the best from the album, especially for its unique style. RZA released the song under the Wu-Tang Records label, which was made famous by the Wu-Tang Clan. The song is considered a classic in the genre of underground rap. The song's popularity has led it to feature in several movies and TV shows, such as "The Sopranos" and "Sons of Anarchy."
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Line by Line Meaning
Ah-yo, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
Listen up, let me impart some wisdom to all of you
One thing, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
There's one important thing I need to tell you
I don't give a, flyin fuck about
I couldn't care less about
None of y'all niggaz out here
Any of you guys out here
None of why'all niggaz out here
Any of you guys out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
Because you aren't my comrades
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what?
I really don't care at all, what?
You want it? bring it son, bring it son
You want to challenge me? Go ahead, bring it on
Bring it, yo, check it on out
Come on, check it out
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Bobby, how could you fuck me over?
Hijo de puta
Son of a bitch
? el coño de mi, maricon
In my pussy, faggot
why nunca me llamas, roberto
And you never call me, Roberto
You treat me like an analog ho
You treat me like a worthless prostitute
Yo, lyrically, i got all why'all niggaz under my wing
I have all of you guys under my guidance, lyrically
Cause i bring terror throughout this rap era
Because I spread fear throughout this era of rap
Like them muslim cats, who don't give a fuck
Like those Muslim guys who don't care
About blowin this rock, off the map
About destroying this whole place
Where mayor guiliani rest at, so let me get that
Where Mayor Giuliani is resting, so let me take over
Microphone up off of you, cause it's
I'm taking the microphone away from you, because it's
Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm
Definitely not meant for you to hold it
To try to rock the crowd
To attempt to entertain the audience
Puttin it all on to stay calm
Putting all my efforts to stay calm
You waited for the god islord to drop the bomb
You waited for me, IsLord, to make a powerful statement
And swarm the stage about a hundred fat
And take over the stage with a large group
With lyrical material that's all that
With excellent and impressive lyrics
Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
Like a diamond jewel weighing 2.5 carats
Rock like patti la-belle
Rock like Patti LaBelle, a famous singer
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
Because everything is authentic, you better believe it
Dissect the true kids gettin set up
Analyze the genuine kids who are being betrayed
For a car/jeep heist, it ain't nice
For a car or jeep robbery, it's not pleasant
As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid
As we entered the house and attacked the person
And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains
And slapped his wife, because she was wearing two chains
With a tray full of ice in em
With a tray full of diamonds in them
But that's how it goes down
But that's how it happens
When you livin in the cold world
When you're living in a harsh and unforgiving world
cold world, what?
Cold world, you know what I mean?
todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta
Everything you like is music for prostitutes
Yo, i spit flames thermonuclear type
I spit powerful and explosive words
Ignite mics, blow up u.s.a. satellites
I light up microphones and destroy US satellites
Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor
Crazy like the Unabomber, my family is protected with gold armor
Royal calmer, black queen black madonna
Noble and calm, like a black queen or black Madonna
The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx
The missing part is the big lips on the Sphinx statue
Intelligent instincts
Smart and instinctive
I say knowledge is the foundation
I believe that knowledge is the basis
When i move in the l's formation, against hell's nation
When I move in a formation shaped like the letter L, against the nation of evil
Bobby digital cybertech test microcheck
Bobby Digital is testing and checking microtechnology
High bi-as, record the levels
I have high bias and record audio levels
Anti for devils.. anti for devels
Against the devils.. Against the devils
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Bobby, how could you fuck me over?
Hijo de puta
Son of a bitch
? el coño de mi, maricon
In my pussy, faggot
why nunca me llamas
And you never call me
Me tratas like an analog ho, roberto
You treat me like a worthless prostitute, Roberto
Nadie te importa, cariño
Nobody cares about you, honey
I want to be digital bobby
I want to be like digital Bobby
Bobby digital
Digital Bobby
Rza me advertio de bobby
RZA warned me about Bobby
Bobby digital
Digital Bobby
All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps
All of you mediocre artists with weak songs and weak lyrics
And weak video clips and weak stacks
And unimpressive music videos and low amounts of money
Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts
Treating women poorly with ineffective lawyers and actions
And weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright
And incompetent teams, unable to protect their creations
With weak math, come get a dose, of the strong
With poor skills, come and experience the greatness
Coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms
Creating a buzz, all you mediocre rappers
French buttercups, probably want to see bobby in handcuffs
Incompetent rappers probably want to see Bobby in trouble
With the toes in my mouth
With me silenced and unable to defend myself
Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me
Either confront me or betray me, change my position
In the center solar
In the middle of the solar system
Corner block hip-hop now expand to the polar
Hip-hop from the corner block now expands to the polar region
Fuzzy low short frequency
Unclear and low sound frequency
Circuit breakers, try to take
Disruptive elements trying to take control
Us on illusionary rides to the future
Trying to deceive us with imaginary journeys to the future
Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya
Fake rappers promoted by record labels, showing off
Cash and jewelry like bus passes
Money and jewelry as common as bus passes
That's why your ass got stuck up
That's why you got robbed
So wake the fuck up or get smoked
So wake up and realize the truth or face the consequences
Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked
Poor quality rhymes and promiscuous women are like groupies we've slept with
Took for derelict, sales are too soupy
Took advantage of gullible people, sales are too successful
Better get the bobby digital movie!
You should watch the Bobby Digital movie!
Tarantula, that groove season
Tarantula, that's the season of the groove
Newlywed of rap, which g you believe in?
Freshly married to rap, which rapper do you believe in?
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
Fight back and tear half of a man's arm off
Late night, nearly happy standoff
Late at night, a tense but almost happy confrontation
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva
How easily deceived by Bobby's stealing and vanishing act
Lever 2000 mic talk
Lever 2000, fresh mic talk
Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve
Might run quickly to fight, pinch me in the evening
Carved perfectly from god
Created perfectly by God
Manufactured through the eye, came puma dash
Created through careful observation, like a sudden dash by a puma
I snares dumar, nicolas, half a face, cage
I catch and trap like Dumar and Nicolas, half-faced like Cage
Half a coke dutch sprinkle sage
Half of a cocaine joint with some sage sprinkled on it
Bounce to huey crib yo and got laid
Go to Huey's place and have sex
Straight off the ground why'all word up
Straight off the top, you know what I mean?
.. bad bitch
.. beautiful woman
Yo my tapdance sword splash
Hey, my sword makes splashes like tap dance moves
Yo.. my nigga dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash
Hey, my friend Dix will leave you with a sore neck, feel the money
Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath
Having sex with me is valuable, like a cocaine stash, it's a massacre
Hard to walk the righteous path
Difficult to walk the path of righteousness
Flavor for life into death
Bringing flavor to life and to the point of death
This berry tart your ginger
This delicious treat is your ginger
Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender
Oh, she's very delicate, analog submission
Off my motherfuckin splendor, jamie sommers pussy bionic
From my impressive greatness, Jamie Sommer's vagina is powerful
Super-sonic, splash you with the wu-wear garments
Extremely fast, I will splash you with Wu-Wear clothing
For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers
For the year 1999, motherfuckers
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: DENNIS DAVID COLES, RICHARD STEPHENSON, ROBERT F. DIGGS, T. SHIVERS, TIMOTHY DRAYTON
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