Redman's solo career continued throughout the remainder of the decade, with each of his albums selling at least half a million copies. His musical style has remained very consistent, rarely deviating from a combination of Redman's unique braggadocious wit and hard, P-funk-influenced beats. In addition to releasing albums under his own name, he is part of the group Def Squad (along with Keith Murray and Erick Sermon) with whom he released the 1998 album El Nino, and also has formed a close partnership with labelmate Method Man (of the Wu-Tang Clan) with whom he released the 1999 album Blackout!. The long-awaited follow-up, Blackout! 2, apeared in 2009.
He has also collaborated extensively, both with hip-hop artists and with artists from other genres; the long list of artists and groups he has worked with includes Wyclef Jean, Snoop Dogg, Scarface, The Offspring, Christina Aguilera, Eminem, Gorillaz, D'Angelo, Me'shell Ndegeocello, 2Pac, Jodeci, Cypress Hill, De La Soul, KRS One and IAM.
In 2001 Redman co-starred with Method Man in the stoner comedy film How High, which featured the pair playing two marijuana-addled students attempting to survive at Harvard. Method Man and Redman also appear in the Def Jam Vendetta video game series, often as Tag Team partners, and briefly had their own television sitcom, Method & Red, on Fox during the 2004-2005 season.
Redman is also featured on the video game "True Crime: New York City", in which the central character interacts with an undercover street cop based upon the rap star, who also provides the voice for him.
Aliases
* Funk Doc
* Funk Doctor Spock
* Doc
* Reggie
* Reggie Noble
* Soopaman Luva
Discography:
Albums
* 1992: Whut? Thee Album
* 1994: Dare Iz a Darkside
* 1996: Muddy Waters
* 1998: Doc's Da Name 2000
* 1998: El Nino (with Eric Sermon and Keith Murray)
* 1999: Blackout! (Method Man & Redman)
* 2001: Malpractice
* 2007: Red Gone Wild
Singles
* 1992: "Blow Your Mind"
* 1993: "Time 4 Sum Aksion"
* 1993: "Tonight's da Night"
* 1994: "Rockafella"
* 1995: "Can't Wait" (US #94)
* 1995: "How High" (with Method Man) (US #13)
* 1996: "Funkorama" (from Insomnia: The Erick Sermon Compilation Album)
* 1996: "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" (US #95)
* 1997: "Pick It Up"
* 1997: "Whateva Man" (US #42)
* 1998: "I'll Bee Dat!"
* 1999: "Da Goodness"
* 1999: "Let Da Monkey Out"
* 2001: "Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in Da Club)" (US# 97)
* 2001: "Smash Sumthin'"
* 2007: "Put it Down"
Filmography
* 1999: Colorz of Rage
* 1999: PIGS
* 2000: Boricua's Bond
* 2001: Statistic: The Movie
* 2001: How High
* 2002: Stung
* 2003: Thaddeus Fights the Power!
* 2004: Method & Red
* 2004: Seed Of Chucky
* 2006: High Times Stony Awards (Cohost)
[2]
REDMAN is a Japanese rock-band formed in 2013. The members have different backgrounds which are reflected in their music. They have influences from heavy rock, emo, pop, but are always powerful.
“RED” stands for the passion they have.
Vo. Satoshi Ishikawa (ギルガメッシュ)
Gt. Ryo Sugihara (Towalens)
Gt. Rihito Sonoki (ex-SPLAY)
Ba. Soichiro Yoshioka (Towalens)
Dr. Keito Oukuma (THE HEROES SYNDICATE)
I
Redman Lyrics
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Take the shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome 44's
Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin'
Hyperventilatin', the talk of the town like date raping
Malfunctioning, the SL Board without the EQ
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
In the black truck, what? Fuck your back up
My dutch be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture
Ayo, feel what I feel, see what I see son, break your neck
Secretly blown, talico style Doc, trace the sketch
According to verbal recording hot
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stoned, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I serve the murder then beef it to ham burger
I'm only kidding
Knowin' goddamn well that's hard to spit, fans call me mix tape arsonist
Marvelous, in the hood, everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
You know, Papi Chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much Spanish ass, niggas think I own Coco Bana
Shot up Santa, got more tunes than, Hanna Barbera, check it
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch a Sketch it
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
Fatal, duckin' from pussy police in LeSabre's
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin'
And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
Alright one more time
The lyrics of Redman's song contain a lot of graphic and violent language. It is a typical Redman track, filled with gritty imagery and rough rhymes. The opening lines of the song set the tone for the rest of the track. Redman talks about using a shank to be so close to someone that he is holding it to their jaw. He goes on to talk about jumping out of an incredibly high floor, and raining on a specific woman's parade. He then talks about shooting up Mardi Gras and stealing from others.
These metaphors are rough, to say the least. Redman's style is a little bit abrupt, but there is something truly genuine about the way he talks about these topics. There is no sugar-coating or hiding behind fancy language. Instead, Redman is honest and brutal about what he wants and how he feels about the world.
The second verse of the song further cements Redman's status as one of the most lyrically adept rappers around. He talks about being a "mix tape arsonist," using his words to light things up the way a fire would. He talks about being stoned and flipping poems, even as he serves up murder and beefs it to a hamburger.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, yeah, yeah, these metaphors be raw
My use of metaphors is incredibly powerful and impactful
Take the shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
My lyrics are so intense, it's like taking a dangerous object and holding it up to your own face
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety ninth floor
I'm urging listeners to take risks and live life on the edge
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
People underestimate me, but when I achieve something, I do it in a big way
Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome 44's
I'm not afraid to be violent and dangerous
Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours
I'm hungry for success and willing to do what it takes to get it
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin'
My music energizes me and connects me to my primal instincts
Hyperventilatin', the talk of the town like date raping
My art is controversial and makes people uncomfortable, but it's also got everyone talking
Call me the Doc, cajun spot, the Beatles
I've got a lot of personality and like to mix things up
Malfunctioning, the SL Board without the EQ
I don't need fancy equipment to make great music
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
I'm very sexual and I'm not afraid to talk about it
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
I'm a hunter and I don't stop until I get what I want
In the black truck, what? Fuck your back up
I'm intimidating and have a powerful presence
My dutch be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture
I'm a smoker and when I get high, it's an incredible experience
Ayo, feel what I feel, see what I see son, break your neck
I want my fans to fully experience my music and feel it in their bodies
Secretly blown, talico style Doc, trace the sketch
I work in mysterious ways, leaving fans curious and intrigued
According to verbal recording hot
My music is constantly evolving and improving
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
I'm causing a revolution and making waves
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I'm a creative thinker and have many different talents
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm not afraid to get up close and personal, even if it's painful
I'm stoned, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I'm heavily influenced by drugs and it affects my art in a positive way
I serve the murder then beef it to ham burger
I'm a master at my craft and can make anything sound good
I'm only kidding
Sometimes I like to play around and not take things too seriously
Knowin' goddamn well that's hard to spit, fans call me mix tape arsonist
I'm known for my intense, fiery lyrics and fans love it
Marvelous, in the hood, everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
I'm destined for greatness and it's only a matter of time before everyone realizes it
You know, Papi Chulo with the fucked up grammar
I have a unique style and people find it captivating
So much Spanish ass, niggas think I own Coco Bana
I'm very popular with women and have a sexy persona
Shot up Santa, got more tunes than, Hanna Barbera, check it
I've got a lot of songs and everyone loves them
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch a Sketch it
I'm very clever and can outsmart anyone
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
My hunt for success is relentless and I won't stop until I achieve it
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
I'm unstoppable and won't let anything stand in my way
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I'm tough and won't back down from a challenge
I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
I'm incredibly skilled and can beat anyone
Fatal, duckin' from pussy police in LeSabre's
I'm dangerous and don't play by the rules
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
I'm a huge success and everyone knows it
High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin'
I'm a stoner and love to smoke weed
And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
My music is incredibly hot and popular right now
Lyrics © DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC
Written by: Reggie Noble, R. Size
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, Sim Simma, who got the keys to my Bimmer?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, stretch it out, nigga
Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga
They heard what that nigga say, "Puff puff pass, motherfucker"
"Puff puff pass, motherfucker"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Sim Simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range Brick City
Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane
All you hear is bang, bang (Bang, bang)
Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my last name
It's all about game, nothing else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, I take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you stepping in your Air Max, bounce
You cocking it back but where it at? Bounce
I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
[Chorus]
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in a car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 2]
I heard the party going on in there, yeah
Well, let me shake my stanking ass in there, yeah
Soon as I walk in, dogs are barking (Arf, arf, arf)
Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parking
Starting arsons from, Jers' to Arkan-Sas me coughing out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens, 'fo' end up getting salmonella
I'm ghetto like D&D, fucking wit' D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass, son, you weigh 'bout a buck
But I'm one-ninety physique
Two-hundred and thirty-fo' pounds total when I'm carrying the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rocking the ice
Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight
(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it
Devil's Advocate hot, it take days to do it
My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed
Dry me in the sun, I'll amount to ten keys
Redbones I'm boning, MC's be cloning
That's before Doc stretch up and morning yawning
[Chorus]
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in my car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
[Bridge]
Niggas and you bitches
Puff puff give (Haha)
Niggas and you bitches
Puff puff give
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, if you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It's four AM, I'm off a tab and still a
World rap biller, push a big Benz
With a chickenhead, drawers hanging from my antenna
I'll be goddamned if a nigga take mine
On foot, shit, put rollerblades on
Mind your business (Uh-huh)
The nine with swiftness (Uh-huh)
I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness
I'm a everyday nigga like I'm Toyota
Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarter
Wrapped the puta in a Hefty Two-Ply
(Yo, he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah
[Chorus]
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in the car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in the car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (Fuck you)
Fuck you
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga
I'll be dat, ya heard? Yo (Fuck you)
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C
All my niggas strap the Timbs up
Get out the puffy coats and all of that
And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later
I'll be there, ha
I'll be dat
Marlon Daito
Redman is the father of Eminem and Ludacris style and swag. Yeah I said it ! Real heads know 💯💯
Maverick*
Amen to that bruh
Brian Acosta
Em always shouts out Reggie as a huge influence, Em has a song where he names him first out of list of rappers he think are the goats
MZ92
@Wernher Jens Hauck The name of the song is Off The Wall. It's the only collaboration I know of with Red and Em. Both in their prime too.
King Darius cka Jag the dripper
And Busta but yes I agree
A
Eminem took Redman style and did it worse.
Upfront Fanatic
Rolling towards 2021 STILL bumping this shit! It never gets old.
Nisa
2022 going into 23
Drew malone
2022 to infinity
James Stevenson
@Erik Thomann.