domestic violence pt. 2
Rza Lyrics


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[RZA]
You ain't shhh
Ya momma ain't shhh
Your daddy ain't shit
Your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh
Your friends ain't shh
Your whip ain't shhh
Pocketbook ain't shhh
You talk that shhh
But girl you ain't shhh
Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit
Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh
You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like
I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada
They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha
See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man
But it seems to me ho, you want to be a man
You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly, you want to eat ya friend
[Big Gipp]
I know the type, come down and take a little pipe
Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right"
Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards
'cause, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard
Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks
Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit
Get them bent across seas, damn near done rapped the world
And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit
[Chorus: RZA]
You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit
Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch
[Big Gipp]
Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber
More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want
and what you need, and what you get is two different things
Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain
Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush
Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor
Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga
[RZA]
Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow
I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo
She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!)
I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter
She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water
And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw
Her Power you, then just bless her wit the hair doo
Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted
One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it
[Chorus: RZA]
'cause you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit
Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit
Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit
Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch
[Outro: RZA]
Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel




Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute
Straight from the underground, we gone

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of RZA feat. Big Gipp's song Domestic Violence Pt.2 are centered around belittling a woman and her family. The song is a display of toxic masculinity and misogyny. The artists use derogatory terms to describe a woman, curse her family members, and criticize her lifestyle. RZA's lyrics specifically attack the woman's sexuality and label her as promiscuous. He also mocks her by saying that she wants to be a man and participates in lesbian activities, like using a strap-on. Big Gipp also joins in on the degrading of the woman, calling her nasty and insinuating that she is mentally unstable.


The song is difficult to listen to, but it sheds light on the dangerous and harmful views some men have towards women. The lyrics demonstrate how toxic language and behavior can be used to perpetuate gender-based violence, including domestic violence. It is important to recognize and condemn such messaging in music and entertainment, and encourage positive and respectful behavior towards all individuals.


Line by Line Meaning

You ain't shhh
You are worthless


Ya momma ain't shhh
Your mother is worthless


Your daddy ain't shit
Your father is worthless


Your pussy ain't shhh
Your genitalia is worthless


Bitch, you ain't shhh
You are worthless


Your friends ain't shh
Your friends are worthless


Your whip ain't shhh
Your car is worthless


Pocketbook ain't shhh
Your purse is worthless


You talk that shhh
You talk nonsense


But girl you ain't shhh
But you are worthless


Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
Your parents are worthless


You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit
You talk nonsense, your genitalia is worthless


Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh
Your friends are worthless, your car is worthless


You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like
You see these men trying to act rich like


I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
I am in charge


I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada
I am a survivor and can handle anything


They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha
They have small vibrators that vibrate quickly


See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man
I don't need a man in my life


But it seems to me ho, you want to be a man
But it seems like you want to be a man


You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan
You are like Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is like Peter Pan


Strap on the KY Jelly, you want to eat ya friend
Use KY Jelly and have sex with your friend


I know the type, come down and take a little pipe
I know the type that comes for drugs and sex


Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right"
Then complain that I didn't sexually satisfy you


Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards
Call me now like a TV psychic


'cause, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard
They are still selling sex on the street


Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks
I saw you in porn movies


Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit
Performing oral sex without touching anything else


Get them bent across seas, damn near done rapped the world
Being famous all over the world


And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl
You are a dirty girl in my book


Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
Your mother and genitalia are worthless


You ain't shit, yo friends ain't shit
You and your friends are worthless


Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch
Your car and purse are worthless


Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber
I know this greedy, promiscuous woman


More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
She has more sex partners than peaches in a peach cobbler


Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want and what you need, and what you get is two different things
She is obsessed with sex and doesn't care about anything else


Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain
She was stopped by police and left out in the rain


Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
You are crazy and ride a school bus for special needs children


Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor
Quiet, you are a redneck and an alcoholic


Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga
I don't want to deal with her anymore


Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
Her knees are bruised and she likes making gurgling sounds


And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow
She makes slurping sounds and swallows


She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!)
She put menstrual blood in her food


I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter
I knew her family and her promiscuous daughter


She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water
She gave her baby toilet water to drink


And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw
She had sex with the whole Wu-Tang Clan


Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted
I have a large penis and expensive jewelry


One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it
One sexual encounter and she became crazy


Yo mama ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch
Your mother and cousins are worthless


Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch
Your lawyer and bumper car are worthless


You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit
You and your boyfriend are worthless


Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch
Your last name and whole family are worthless




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH HERNANDEZ, ROBERT DIGGS, CAMERON F GIPP

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