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
Fast Cars
Rza Lyrics
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Bob Digi back for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack
Raekwon got the triz-nap
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P
On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to carry three glocks
bebebe, why, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days smokin' coke and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
Sick silky six syllable stanza
Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
Yo
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced
You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me
'cause if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you
Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good
The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine
why'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin
Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right
Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I seen the light"
The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint
Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist
I ain't know what to do so I told the boys
I'm not a sucker look, why'all mothafuckin' made noise
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
The lyrics to RZA's song "Fast Cars" convey the lifestyle of gangsters riding in luxurious automobiles and indulging in drugs, weapons, and violence. The verses speak of a group of individuals, including RZA himself, riding in fast cars while carrying weapons in their stash box. They seem to be living their lives on the edge, with guns bursting off and thugs taking their shirts off, ready to engage in violent encounters. The lyrics also talk about RZA's prowess as a gun carrier and his transformation into the Incredible Hulk, giving him the strength to rip a woman's genitals. The verses are filled with slang and references to different cars, drugs, and weapons.
Overall, the song's lyrics appear to celebrate violent and criminal behavior, portraying a life of excess and danger as glamorous and thrilling. However, the harsh and bleak realities of the lifestyle are also deeply embedded in the lyrics, with references to death and retaliation lurking around every corner.
Line by Line Meaning
True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack
This is RZA, also known as the Mast'a Killah, and he is ready to flow.
Bob Digi back for a snack
This is Bobby Digital, who has returned to spit rhymes.
Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack
Kinetic 9 is present and ready to rap.
Raekwon got the triz-nap
Raekwon is here and taking control of the mic.
We be ridin' fast cars
They are cruising in fast vehicles.
Weed all in the glass jar
They have marijuana in a glass container.
Chrome all on my crash bar
Their crash bars have chrome on them.
Glocks all in my stash box
They have multiple Glock firearms in their stash box.
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Firearms are being discharged and people are getting violent.
Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off
Five people left before RZA could start rapping.
Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off
A gun is fired and someone gets shot in the face.
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P
While others are shopping for deals, RZA's girlfriend arrives in a high-end car.
On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
RZA is focused on making money and it consumes his thoughts.
No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate
RZA doesn't need coffee, as the sound of his gun firing is enough to give him a rush of energy.
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
RZA's competitors are like cartoon characters and will end up in bad situations.
Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to carry three glocks
They are driving to their marijuana supplier with multiple firearms in the car.
bebebe, why, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days smokin' coke and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
RZA does not wear Levi jeans, only Wu-Wear. He used to smoke cocaine and weed but now he's strong like the Incredible Hulk.
Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
RZA is comparing himself to Wolverine and is deciding whether to sexually assault a woman or commit a robbery.
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
RZA is known for his deadly chokehold and wraps up his enemies like they are being prepared for burial.
Sick silky six syllable stanza
Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
RZA's lyrics are complex and he enjoys dissing women who engage in sleazy behavior.
She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
A woman is trying to contact RZA but he is not interested. He reveals his zodiac sign is Cancer.
Yo
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced
A new person, P. Tone, introduces himself but admits he only engages in criminal activity when it benefits him.
You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me
'cause if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you
P. Tone will retaliate with violence if someone tries to hurt him and they should make sure he doesn't have the chance to do so.
Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good
The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
Someone's weapon malfunctions and Tony Starks (aka Raekwon) is a experienced criminal.
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine
why'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin
Raekwon has a preference for Clarks shoes, jewelry, attractive women, and jeans. He doesn't respect others' skills in comparison to his own.
Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right
Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right
Raekwon will wait for his target to appear and doesn't care about wealthy people since they think they are better than everyone else.
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I seen the light"
Raekwon will kill someone and let their family know they are dead.
The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint
Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist
I ain't know what to do so I told the boys
I'm not a sucker look, why'all mothafuckin' made noise
A car speeds off and Raekwon doesn't know how to react, but he tells his crew they should not appear weak in front of others.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, D. HARRIS, DENNIS DAVID COLES
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