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
N.Y.C. Everything
RZA Lyrics
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From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar
Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's identical
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut; one nickel-cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid, you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committin'
Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman
Spit darts and flip charts, and
Archery shots aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light-year
Wet from here to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka, chicka, chick, watch me switch
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick apple head opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong then become a prider
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Digi, Digi, Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything is N.Y.C. Everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the top of Fort Green
Now I Everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats is thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin' men droppin' gem - can he shine again?
Most definite; let this be my last will and testament
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit' Leviathan
The Methodist, poly to your deficit; hit it up
If I can't live it up, somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow 'em out the water, adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way
Burn one and sauté, bringin' you different ways to sword play
They bustin' bullets over broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the fish burn; I burn rubber
'Cause I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit' a knife
Ask my alien likes - I've been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide, time flies, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the dark side
Johnny Five, I reside in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich, ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
The song "N.Y.C. Everything" by RZA as Bobby Digital feat. Method Man is a rap that reflects on the experiences of living in New York City, particularly from the perspective of individuals living in areas such as Medina and Fort Greene. It begins by acknowledging the harsh realities of life in the city, including drug dealing and incarceration, and then continues to boast about Bobby Digital's prowess as a rapper and lyricist, offering a series of rhymes that demonstrate his skill.
Throughout the song, there are references to other elements of culture, including comic book characters such as Dr. Octopus and Buzz Lightyear. The song features a series of metaphors, wordplay, and witty lines to convey the message, and emphasizes the power and skill of the Wu-Tang Clan.
There is a clear message of pride in the neighborhood and city that is characteristic of East Coast hip-hop. The song is often cited as an example of the sound and style of the Wu-Tang Clan, as well as the larger hip-hop scene of the 1990s.
Line by Line Meaning
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
From the center of the city to the north, I'm aware of everything
Now I see everything
I understand everything that's happening around me
Niggas who sling
Drug dealers on the street
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
People from Shaolin (Staten Island) imprisoned (put inside the Bing, a correctional facility)
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
Bobby Digital is a skilled rapper with a unique style
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
I'm a great rapper who writes expensive lyrics
My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar
My rap skills can overpower anyone else's
Dr. Octopus tentacles same as different song
My beats may have similarities, but they're always fresh
Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's identical
My music is always unique
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida
You're copying other people's rhymes, not writing your own
Deep-fried crinkle cut; one nickel-cup fucked your whole LP up
Your album is bad, even though it only costs a nickel
You must be stupid, you liar
You're foolish and dishonest
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
I'm an expert in rap, full of energy and saving this art
A suicide mission you're committin'
You're doing something dangerous and reckless
Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Challenge the Wu-Tang Clan (a legendary rap group) at your own risk
Perfect precision marksman
I'm a skilled shooter
Spit darts and flip charts and archery shots aimed at your heart then
I'm a great rapper who can hit you where it hurts
Daffy Duckest will still bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Even someone seemingly weak can still cause chaos
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
The tough guys are from Killah Hill in Staten Island
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light-year
Drink and smoke with the character Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story
Wet from here to infinity for them white hair
I'll do anything for old people
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
My music will conquer everything
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is despicable
Your music is terribly bad
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Your music is weak and cannot improve
Cherish every moment of his love before you perish
Enjoy love while it lasts
Bitch, chicka, chicka, chick, watch me switch
Watch how I transform my style
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch into your atmosphere
Looking for a woman to bring into your life
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
To defeat you is like taking a test to check for cervical cancer
Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear
I can make you feel happy and sad at the same time
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
I'll spank you on the butt, use a condom, and have intense sex
Up inside ya, dick apple head opens up your clit wider
I'll penetrate you, and make your genitals feel better
Taste the apple cider, you become strong then become a prider
Drink apple cider to improve yourself and feel proud
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Digi, Digi, Digi)
Chanting the rappers' names
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
I'm following you closely
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Drinking beer as we enter deep thought
Nevermindin' men droppin' gem - can he shine again?
Ignoring some people and wondering if I'll be successful again
Most definite; let this be my last will and testament
I'm sure of what I'm saying; this is my final word
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Working out is like fighting demons for negative people
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
I'm supposed to be traitorous like Johnny and Three (characters from movies/books)
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me
Continuously destroying rappers' lyrics since I'm great at it and close to perfection
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit' Leviathan
I'm lustful, like King Jonathon (a character from a book/movie) and fight a giant sea monster (Leviathan)
The Methodist, poly to your deficit; hit it up
The person with religious beliefs can see your flaws; let's do it
If I can't live it up, somebody gotta give it up
If I'm not living my life to the fullest, someone else should take my place
John J., blow 'em out the water, adopt the Bombay
I'll defeat any competitors and use explosive devices
Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way
Your girlfriend looks unattractive, and I don't like her behavior
Burn one and sauté, bringin' you different ways to sword play
I'll smoke weed and show you new sword techniques
They bustin' bullets over broadway, Deep Cover
People are shooting on the street, and I'm in hiding
I'm like Larry when the fish burn; I burn rubber
I act fast, like Larry's fish (a reference to a TV show) and then drive away quickly
'Cause I'm not an easy lover
I'm not someone anyone can easily love
To the midnight, butt naked wit' a knife
At night, I'll be naked with a knife
Ask my alien likes - I've been crazy all my life
Ask anyone close to me, and they'll say I've been wild since childhood
Hard time homicide, time flies, do or die
Killing people is tough, time goes fast, and you either succeed or fail
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the dark side
I have a deformed face and a fascination with evil
Johnny Five, I reside in the killa bee hive
I'm Johnny Five (character from a movie), and I'm part of the Wu-Tang clan
Only the strong gon' survive
Success is only for the tough people
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
I'm John John, a rhyming genius, living it up in Staten Island
Can't forget Bobby; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Can't forget Bobby Digital; I need him and would regret my mistake
Like my sandwich, ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
Miracle Whip is essential to my sandwich, and Bobby Digital is essential to my life
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, ROBERT F. DIGGS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@tyeboyce
Lyrics
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles same as different song
Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's identical
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut; one nickel-cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid, you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committin'
Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman
Spit darts and flip charts, and
Archery shots aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light-year
Wet from here to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka, chicka, chick, watch me switch
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick apple head opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong then become a prider
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Digi, Digi, Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything is N.Y.C. Everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the top of Fort Green
Now I Everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats is thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin' men droppin' gem - can he shine again?
Most definite; let this be my last will and testament
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit' Leviathan
The Methodist, poly to your deficit; hit it up
If I can't live it up, somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow 'em out the water, adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way
Burn one and sauté, bringin' you different ways to sword play
They bustin' bullets over broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the fish burn; I burn rubber
'Cause I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit' a knife
Ask my alien likes - I've been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide, time flies, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the dark side
Johnny Five, I reside in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich, ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
@JimBrownski
Method Man's best verse EVER- That verse is fatal if duplicated. He so ripped this track to shreds. I could not stop listening to it over and over again when it came out my sophmore year of college in 98'. Bobby Digital was a slept on classic
@liquidgold
RZA's extreme and sometimes forced lyrical delivery is what makes his sound so appealing. ITs almost like he is forcing his words out, MAKING you hear it. The passion and his natural lisp provide a wonderful backdrop for his delivery, and of course you know his beats are supreme so thats not problem. " THICK APPLE HEAD OPEN UP YA CLIT WIDER"
@RAA10382
Agreed. That style would not work with just anyone. But it definitely suits RZA/Bobby Digital.
@shallbeknown
You mist be stupid , liar, I'm a hiP hop evolver.....
@PoeticSneakerHead
Very much on point with this comment, especially since RZA said in the past that he just goes in and basically freestyles over the tracks. If you listen to some of the tracks on this album you can tell he's just running with it, and going back to do hooks when he wants to.
@domnel3981
domination5281 he a beast with the freestyle
@theloniusmonk1263
He doesn't have a lisp. WTF are you talking about?
@ihategoogle6066
I don't care what anyone says, this is Method Man's best verse!
@gregmonmaney6593
"Bobby Digital overthrow your whole Citadel!" Bought this my senior year in College. Had and have every Wu CD. Still listening in 2018. Wu-tang destroyed the 90s and early millennium...and this era Wu still does!
@rawvibez85
"drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again!" haha I think of that line everytime I drink this beer. DEFINITELY one of Meths best verses for sure!