The What
The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man Lyrics

I used to get feels on a bitch
I used to be emotionally attached to women.

Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that HIV shit
Now I use condoms to protect myself from getting HIV.

And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Other men are weak and vulnerable like the filling in a Twinkie.

Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
I am acting like the bad guy, and I am about to deliver a deadly rap performance.

Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
I am the greatest rapper, and your style is outdated.

Like Arnold on that, "What you talkin' bout, Willis?"
Like Arnold from the TV show 'Different Strokes,' I do not understand what you are saying.

The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
The excitement is over, and I am now like Frank White (a character in the movie 'King of New York').

Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
I am here to excite women who are attracted to other women by having sex with them.

Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
I prefer women who are not intelligent, and I prefer guns that are made of stainless steel.

I want the fucking Fortune like the Wheel
I want to be as rich as possible.

I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
I shoot my guns until they run out of ammunition.

Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E...
Do not test me or provoke me, you do not want to mess with me (Method Man and his Wu-Tang Clan affiliation).

T-H-O-D Man, here I am
I am Method Man.

I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
This is really good.

Come to spread the butter lyrics over harmony grit
I am going to rap my smooth and lyrically dense verses over a gritty beat.

It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja
I am a deadly threat, and I move with speed and agility like a ninja.

Coming where you rest at, surrender
I am coming to where you live, and you should give up and surrender to me.

Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
Get ready to face me in a battle, you are the top challenger.

Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
You look unattractive like a woman's genitals in winter.

Nigga stop bitching, button up your lip and
Stop complaining and be quiet.

From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
If you mess with me, all you will receive is a beating.

Hey, I'll be kicking, you son, you doing all the yapping
I will be physically aggressive, while you are just talking a lot.

Acting as if it can't happen
You are acting like you are invincible, and nothing can hurt you.

Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
Your pretending is making me angry enough to get violent.

Yo I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
I am from Staten Island (also known as Shaolin), and I am not afraid to use my gun.

So what you want nigga? You won't nigga
What do you want? You will not have it.

I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
I have a gun and a horse named Trigger (a reference to the western TV show 'The Lone Ranger').

It's real, '94 rugged-raw
This is authentic and gritty, like the year 1994.

Kicking down your goddamn door
I am breaking into your house forcefully.

And it goes a little something like this
And here is how it sounds.

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
I hate society, and I am not going to help anyone.

Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
You need to put in effort to achieve what you want.

(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
Women, keep dancing and moving your hips.

(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
Men, keep carrying guns and doing what you need to do.

Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
Here comes the second verse, with references to Old English malt liquor.

Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
I am Method Man, and I will send people to the intensive care unit with my skills.

I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
I am high on drugs, and you can bring your weak friends to battle me.

I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
I have powerful contacts, and I can trap you like glue.

Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
There is no doubt, I am doing my thing with confidence.

Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
I am tough and rough like a carpet.

And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
People enjoy my music and persona, not because of my looks but because of my talent.

I spark and they cells get warm
When I rap, my audience gets excited and energized.

I'm not a gentle-man, I'm a Method Man
I am not a polite or friendly guy, I am Method Man (with references to my stage name).

Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and
Hey, accept who I am and show me respect.

(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
Get ready for action, pay attention and listen to what I have to say.

I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
I disrespect you, and then I show my love for classic literature (with references to the novel 'Great Expectations').

Bitch
I am insulting you.

Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Welcome to my core, women feel it intensely in their reproductive organs (a metaphor for how attractive I am).

Cold as the pole in the winter
I am cold and tough, like the North Pole during winter.

Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
I did not invent rap, but I am very good at it and have it under control.

And when my MAC unloads I'm guaranteed another video
When I pull out my gun and shoot, I will likely gain more fame and publicity from making another music video.

Ready to die, why I act that way?
I am acting like I am ready to die, but why am I doing it?

Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
My father left my mother, and he ran away like a coward (using derogatory language towards a gay person).

So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
Rather than forcing women to give me oral sex,

I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
I used to rob people, because women are annoying like the hiccups.

Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Pardon me, but my rap verses just come to me naturally.

Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
Like how trees are connected to their branches, and how avalanches happen on cliffs, my raps come naturally from my mind and spill out like a cascade.

It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
I am like a praying mantis, and I have deep thoughts like Louis Farrakhan (a black nationalist and religious leader).

A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
I am an outstanding and unique rapper, and also,

I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I have more guns than you (referring to specific types of firearms).

I make it hot (niggas won't even stand next to you)
I am so cool and powerful that people will keep their distance from you when I am around.

Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
If you attack me, you better shoot me three times in the head (referring to how tough and resilient he believes he is).

Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so
Or else you will be dead, just as you assumed (threatening violence towards anyone who messes with him).

Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect
The Junior M.A.F.I.A. group I am affiliated with is at full power and ready to attack.

(Biggie Smalls and Methical)
Both myself (Method Man) and Biggie Smalls are performing on this track.

Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one
Bedford–Stuyvesant (a neighborhood in Brooklyn) is the most exciting and active one.

My borough is thorough, recognize
Brooklyn is impressive and noteworthy, so acknowledge it.