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
Bring The Pain
RZA 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
The lyrics to RZA's song Bring the Pain are a reflection of his intense and confident personality. The first verse establishes his ability to bring hardcore pain to the game and invites the listener into his astral plane of thought. He then discusses the foundation of his creativity, which is instrumental records, and boasts his ability to write monumental lyrics. He calls out other rappers who lack the energy and edge he possesses, stating that they are like decaf coffee and he will stick them for the money. RZA then goes on to talk about how deep the situation can get, as deep as the abyss. He compares his strength to that of the dark side of the force, and asserts that niggas will get tossed aside if they challenge him. He concludes that he is coming for the headpiece and advises his listeners to protect it.
Line by Line Meaning
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
I'm here to deliver some serious rhymes that will make an impact.
Let's go inside my astral plane
Let me take you on a journey through my mind and my music.
Find out my mental's based on instrumental Records hey so I can write monumental Methods
My creativity is fueled by music and I create monumental rhymes as a result.
I'm not the King, But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
I may not be the best, but I'm still better than these fake rappers who only care about money.
Check it just how deep can shit getDeep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
My rhymes are deep and profound, and some people won't understand them.
In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed overThen got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
You used to dress differently and now you're copying other rappers' styles.
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the sideAnd I'm the dark side of the Force
I'm in charge here and I'm so good that some people consider me the 'dark side' of rap.
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang ClanI be hectic, and coming for the head piece protect it
It's obvious that it's me, Method Man, and I'm coming for any fake rappers who try to challenge me.
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
I don't care, let's fight if that's what these fake rappers want.
Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwildMethod Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
These fake rappers are trying to attack me, but I'm not afraid to fight back hard and reveal their true selves.
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss DaisyOut her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
I'm a little bit crazy, like an insane driver, but now I'm in charge and nobody can stop me.
Is it real son, is it really real sonLet me know it's real son, if it's really realSomething I could feel son, load it up and kill oneWant it raw deal son, if it's really real
I need real, raw emotions to fuel my rhymes, and I'm willing to take any challengers head-on.
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 summaryAnd any man dat come test me (Test me)Me gwanna lick out them brains (It's like that)
When I was young, I looked up to champions and wondered if I could be one too. Now that I'm a rapper, I'm going to dominate anyone who tries to challenge me.
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the ropeThe only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
People want to be associated with me, but if you're not good enough, you're not going to succeed.
Off the set comin' to your projectsTake it as a threat, better yet it's a promiseComin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shitNigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
I'm coming to your neighborhood and it's not a friendly visit. I'm a veteran and I'm capable of causing major destruction.
And it's gonna get even worse word to GodIt's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Things are only going to get more intense because I and my Wu-Tang Clan are coming to take everything we want, even if it means fighting for it.
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the MethCame to represent and carve my name in your chestYou can come test realize you're no contest
I'm coming at you from the side, with my unique, southpaw style, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows who I am and how good I am at rapping. Don't even try to challenge me.
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild WestQuick on the draw with my hands on the fourNine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galoreCheck it cause I think not when this hip-hops like properRhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proofHuh vodka, no OJ, no strawWhen you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I'm like a gunfighter from the Old West, but I'm quick with my rhymes and I have plenty of ammo. When it comes to hip-hop, I don't second-guess myself, and my rhymes speak for themselves. And when I drink, I prefer vodka straight up.
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burnsEnough to give my chest hairs a permI don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoeAll I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
When I drink Absolut vodka, it's so strong that it feels like it's burning my chest hair. But I don't need drugs to attract women - all I need is money from the bank.
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four styleWord up we be hazardousNorthern spicy brown mustard hoesWe have to stick you
This is Meth-Tical, my unique style of rapping that's all about being dangerous and taking risks. We're like northern spicy brown mustard - we pack a punch and we're not afraid to use it.
Is it real son, is it really real sonLet me know it's real son, if it's really realSomething I could feel son, load it up and kill oneWant it raw deal son, if it's really real
I need to feel something real in order to create real, raw music. And if you're good enough to challenge me, then let's fight and see who comes out on top.
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, Clifford Smith, Gary Rinaldo, Hank Shocklee, Robert Diggs
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@andrewjones2133
Iโm 52 years old. This song never gets old. Still relevant today. WU TANG FOREVERโฆ
@theKeithThomas
Old a$$ ninja!, Iโm 50 ๐
@lindabroaddus4767
Right!
@LetsGetitBoah
It's not only relevant, but it's better than everything else coming out in rap today.
@goochmcduck4285
This is your brilliant generation. All around 50s now
@alassinsane1588
59 here ๐ Wu will always be the CD I travel with ๐ฟ ๐ธ.
@ddedwards6005
He moves the same way he flows, smooth. I miss this era of hiphop.
@andreyahhh7518
So true!!
@BB_arbie
Agree.
@02nikota
Love it