When you’re talking about ranking MCs based on factors like voice, charisma, flow and delivery, then Method Man deserves to be in the very top spots of the greatest rappers of all time.
While his solo catalogue leaves much to be desired for a rapper of his tremendous talent – case in point: Tical is his best album and even that is miles behind Liquid Swords, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… and Supreme Clientele – Johnny Blaze has more than made it up for it with his guest appearances and spots on Wu albums.
Even though, Meth’s name doesn’t get brought up in the greatest guest rappers conversation as regularly, as say, Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne or Andre 3000, whenever rap fans see his name on a features list, you know you’re guaranteed a smoker.
From the 2Pac posse cut “Got My Mind Made Up” to jumping on Mobb Deep’s “Extortion” to verbal sparring with Big on “The What,” let’s take a look at the 15 greatest Method Man guest verses of all time.
15. DMX ft. Ja Rule, Method Man & Nas – “Grand Finale”
Album: Belly (soundtrack)
Released: October 27, 1998
Producer: Irv Gotti, Lil’ Rob
Watch them young guns that take none Nobody's safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger aching Snatch your ass out that S-Class for faking .44 blast, it's a bloodbath Take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half, you get plugged here That's just impossible For the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable Third eye watching you, watching me Throwing rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G, we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me 'Cause we family, for better or worse You and I from the dirt Used to snatch purses So hard, it hurt to be here And each year, I'm pouring out more beer For deceased peers, holding fort Police line, do not cross They found his corpse in the loft With the head cut off and butt naked Homicide the crime method Add another killer verse to the murder record The grand finale
14. Pete Rock ft. Method Man – “Half Man, Half Amazin'”
Album: Soul Survivor
Released: November 10, 1998
Producer: Pete Rock
Style blazin', Iron Lung on this collaboration Money for the takin', I ain't sweatin' confrontation With P.R.-ah, we be's the mens of tomorrow Master, license to kill, bringin' the horror To ya house like, Amityville, keepin' it more than real Niggas ain't supposed to feel, hot Nicks, ya know the deal If you read the résumé, gives a fuck what niggas say? Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day Yes, stop the fuckin' press, transform to Mister Meth See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress Hot shit in the song, gotta get until it's gone Kids wanna get it on, get smacked up and shit upon Right 'til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me, huh? Can't we all just get along in this modern Babylon? Duelin' with my nemesis, layin' down laws Don't start if you can't finish it, I'm tellin' you, Pah! Got the power of a meteor shower, comin' down on all ya cowards Trickin' ya funds and sniffin' powders Here we come, straight from the slums, dynamic duo, son Ghost Rider Jonathan and Soul Brother #1
13. Ghostface Killah ft. Raekwon, Method Man & Joi Starr – “Yolanda’s House”
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Released: December 4, 2007
Producer: Anthony “Ant-Live” Singleton
...and let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on? Shoulda knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong Bustin' in here on that government shit Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits She's asthmatic and you laughin' son I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin tryna grab the gun 'Cause shit's real man, you spazzin' dun There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run You know we family like Crack and Pun But Mr. GFK, state your business after that, be one Now can it be that you hot, lord? You did some shit on the block that the cops tryna lock you for? Can't believe you blowin' the spot, lord My chick is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on Can't understand it, it's a thug thing And in the middle of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon
12. JID ft. Method Man & Joey Badass – “Hot Box”
Album: DiCaprio 2
Released: November 26, 2018
Producer: Skhye Hutch, Zorro
Ayy, look Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough They bad but that ain't good enough They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up Taraji out in line, giving cookies up Plug in my supply, need a jumper cable, why? Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (Lie) Who won't shush me up, I heard he got that fire Gon' kush me up, I'm gone Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky Gon' look me up She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking kushy in the jar Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal You's a rookie, I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed 'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect Not upset, I ain't trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes This not a bogie, you already know the smell Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health If you know me, then know that I already got some L's Of some OG, so you can smoke that Reggie by yourself
11. Pharoahe Monch ft. Lady Luck, Method Man & Redman, Shabaam Sahdeeq & Busta Rhymes – “Simon Says (Remix)”
Album: Internal Affairs
Released: October 19, 1999
Producer: Lee Stone, Pharoahe Monch
Yo, yo, get the fuck up Yo, yeah, I said it, "Get the fuck up" Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up You know my name and Pharoahe Monch, why we came, what? We off the chain, plus we plotting on the game, what? Know your role, by the way, tuck your gold And you and your mic can ease on down the road Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one Shooting in the sky trying to blast sun Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one Fifty cent flashin', they hate us with a passion Mashin', still fresh in three-day old fashion You're plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin' Here's a Tunnel banger Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you Slap you like the doctor the day your momma birthed you Just so you can feel me the same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me Even if time stands still, I'mma still be Underground and filthy, gotta have our way like the Milky Innocent until I'm proven guilty Never got caught in the game of tag Momma never kept a boyfriend with kids this bad No justice, raider ruckus Underground 'til we under ground But y'all first, motherfuckers
10. 2Pac ft. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Redman & Method Man – “Got My Mind Made Up”
Album: All Eyez on Me
Released: February 13, 1996
Producer: Daz Dillinger
Fuck you losers While you fake jacks, I make maneuvers Like Hitler stickin' up **** with German **** The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial (Yeah) Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my clans repeat felons Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels Man, I stay on point like icicles Now, who wanna test Tical, then tes-ticles All up in your motherfuckin' mouth Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
9. Ghostface Killah ft. Raekwon & Method Man – “Box in Hand”
Album: Ironman
Released: October 29, 1996
Producer: RZA
Rest your headpiece on this one son, cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous type ones'lI get you done I'm looking at these cutthroat kids and how they live It's like we was partners in spades and you renege Can't fuck with no nigga like that, he get me jack Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black Whole 7 and a half, up right and roll tight Fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25 To life on this mic device I'm nothing nice A mixture of long wild rice and Old Spice Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it Flip it, daddy long dick it, slide A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches You thought weak but meant wicked Niggas choke off my secondhand smoke, lifted Everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm Hit me with the 18 Bronze/Buddha Palm About to blow like Napalm, go for your arm Prepare for the warfare or buy a share Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah Johnny about to go there, need another year Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
8. Mobb Deep ft. Method Man – “Extortion”
Album: Hell on Earth
Released: November 19, 1996
Producer: Havoc
I blaze your britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin' The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter This Shaolin representer Carry thirty-six deadly shits, you fuckin' with top contenders Official to the bone gristle It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols Remember me? Burn a nigga to a third degree Don't act familiar, motherfuckers, you ain't heard of me Just peep the stee' and the rap how it's supposed to be Tap the pockets, bag the goods like a grocery, we food shoppin' On top of that we hip-hoppin', and don't stoppin' Out-of-state drawers droppin', the panty raiders Slide on ya like gators Dug that stank bitch back out and then played her (Bitch) But that ain't nothin' Crossin' this dog walkin', native New Yorkin' Shaolin' slang talkin', rap nigga Mr. Freeze, crowd shiver, what? Young, Black and don't give a fuck If the next crew get the scissor Extortion (Give me mine) Extortion (Give me mine) Give that up, kid, extortion Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do? You eyin' me at the same time I'm eyin' you, punk Wanna pop the most junk Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps Chew on that shit
7. Ol’ Dirty Bastard ft. Method Man & Raekwon – “Raw Hide”
Album: Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version
Released: March 28, 1995
Producer: RZA
Comin' soon to a theatre near you, it be the Wu Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true Actual facts to snack on and chew My positive energy sounds peace to you A wise man killed one horse and made glue Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew Don't that make the stew witches brew? I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue How could he know what the fuck he never knew? God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove A mystery god that's the work of Yacub The Holy Ghost got you scared to death, kid, BOO!
6. LL Cool J ft. Method Man, Redman, Canibus, Master P & DMX – “4, 3, 2, 1”
Album: Phenomenon
Released: December 9, 1997
Producer: Erick Sermon
Playing my position, hot Nick, son This one, for all the sick ones, infliction Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I'm trippin' On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets Start trouble, bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, G-O-D, no one above me Look good but fuck ugly Tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sonning you Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, running who? Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump coming through A single shot make yo' meat lump, respect Wu
5. Raekwon ft. Inspectah Deck, Ghostface Killah & Method Man – “House of Flying Daggers”
Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… Pt. II
Released: August 26, 2009
Producer: J Dilla
Man, y'all niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust Split your melon like I split the Dutch (Yeah) Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs (Pffff) Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs Man, is Staten in this bitch or what? Don't get it twisted, we... Twist it up and even mix with dust See, these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts Got a whole line of classic joints and while you at it, pass the joint Let's push this music past the point... Of no return, til it crash and burn, down the ashes Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn When it's my time to go, for sure, your nigga goes to war What you think I brought these soldiers for? To send shots like forget-me-nots at any nigga Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got
4. Conway the Machine ft. Method Man – “Lemon”
Album: From King to a God
Released: July 10, 2020
Producer: Beat Butcha, Daringer
Capone-N-Noreaga, watchin' CNN Black whip, black tint, y'all ain't seein' in It's Con' and Meth', spread the word, boy, it's C and M No seein' 'em, these rappers in the scope, you'll never see an M Killa Bees back in the building with Machine and 'em (Uh huh) We creamin' 'em with pockets of dirty money, I'm clean again Ain't gotta tell you I'm dope, just stick the needle in The goose is Off-White, big enough to fit this Eagle in Tis' the season then, why ask why? I has my reasons, and My birds don't need no seasonin', Meth' ODin' this evening Now ask yourself, is that really air that you breathin' in? (Ah) I think outside the box, then I find a box I can keep 'em in Or just leave it then, like the bouncer, won't let your people in People said they want that old Meth', well, this the prequel then I get medieval, some people won't make the prequel then (Ah) Leave 'em in the fetal position, F it, I'm leavin' them I use the system, you cowards use euphemisms (Uh-huh) Women call me Super Daddy, my powers is super vision, who Gave you permission to speak? To learn, you listen Learn to listen to a different MC, you'll learn the difference In addition, if you miss an MC, sign this petition Get a fraction of that faction, subtract it by my division, uh I'm a boss, so that means I make decisions Slash dealin', I will kill an MC to make a livin', yeah
3. Raekwon ft. Method Man, RZA, Masta Killa & Ghostface Killah – “Wu-Gambinos”
Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…
Released: August 1, 1995
Producer: RZA
Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds There's a new sheriff in town holding it down It's the two holster, six-shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath I'm still paying dues and the last one is death Back to the essence with that shit you stressing This rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle, bless my style, criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze
2. The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Method Man – “The What”
Album: Ready to Die
Released: September 13, 1994
Producer: Easy Mo Bee
M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping Acting as if it can't happen Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something So what you want nigga? You won't nigga I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, '94 rugged-raw Kickin' down your goddamn door And it goes a little something like this
1. GZA ft. Method Man – “Shadowboxin'”
Album: Liquid Swords
Released: November 7, 1995
Producer: RZA
I breaks it down to the bone gristle Ill speakin' scud missile, heat-seekin' Johnny Blazin', nightmares like Wes Craven Niggas gunnin', my third eye seen it comin' before it happened You know about them fuckin' Staten kids, they smashin' Everything, huh, in any shape form or fashion Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin', hmm Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm Talkin' out yo' asshole You should have learnt about the flow and peasy Afro Ticallion stallion, the chinky-eye and snot-nosed From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin' Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin' Slip the cardiac, arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez Burnin' to the third degree Sneaky ass alley cat, top pedigree The head toucher, industry party bum rusher You don't like it? Dick up in you, fuck ya
