Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing ta F Wit

[Produced by RZA]

[Intro: Sample from Executioners from Shaolin (RZA)]

Tiger Style!

Tiger Style! (Tiger style! Yo, huh, huh)

[Chorus: RZA]

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit!

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit!

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit!

[Verse 1: RZA]

Yo, there's no place to hide once I step inside the room

Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom!

Bam! Aw, man! I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan

I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome

I'm causin' more Family Feud than Richard Dawson

And the survey said, "You're dead!"

Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head!

MZA "Who is that?!" A-yo, the Wu is back!

Makin' niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat

Me fear no one — oh, no! Here come

The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude

And I'm forced to fuck it up

My style carries like a pick-up truck

Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin' sea

I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T. 

Now, why try and test the Rebel INS?

Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best

'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake and eat it, too

With my crew while we head state-to-state

[Chorus: (RZA) & All]

And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit!

(Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted!)

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit!

[Interlude: RZA]

Hah! Lebonon, step up, boy!

Represent! Chop his head off, kid!

[Verse 3: Method Man]

The Meth will come out tomorrow

Styles, get busy, bizarre, bizarro

Flow, with more Afro than Rollo

Comin' to a fork in the road — which way to go? Just follow!

Meth is the legend, niggas is Sleepy Hollow

In fact, I'm a hard act to follow

I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through

Niggas is like, "Oh, my God, not you!"

Yes, I come to get a slice of the punk and the pie

Rather do than die, check my flavor

Comin' from the RZA, which is short for The Razor

Who make me reminisce true like déjà vu

I'm rubber, niggas is like glue

Whatever you say rubs off me, sticks to you

[Chorus: RZA]

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit!

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit!

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit!

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit! (Fuck wit)

[Outro: RZA]

Ahh-hah! Yeah!

Representin' Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx

The Rugged Lands of Shaolin

Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio

Comin' through with the crazy Y-O Y-O

Yo, niggas from The Source

My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin

Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah

True, true, my nigga Crown, what's goin' down, boy?

We ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob

Niggas from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron

Comin' through, you know what I'm sayin'?

The whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East

Niggas from D.C., down in Maryland

All the way over there in Morgan State

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through, boy

Peace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation

Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond

Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy

It ain't safe no more, peace!