Released on November 15, 1994

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[Intro]

Your skill's worthy of a general

If you want to fight, fight with me!

One to one! Man to man!

[Interlude: Lounge Lo & (Raekwon)]

Let's get ready to gel, team!

Live and direct from the One-Six-Ooh

We got Tical, pow!

Raekwon the Chef, Tical!

It's about to go on, Tical!

You make the call, I make the call!

It's all for all!

Method Man, Raekwon the Chef

(Count my shells!)

And there's about to be one left

(Count my shells, nigga!)

I know you know it's on, kid

(Bring that shit, I don't give a fuck!)


[Verse 1: Method Man]

Who lit that shit? It was I — the chinky eye

Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical, Staten Isle

Niggas thought that they could walk a dog, but they caught

A bad situation 'cause I'm a sandwich short

Of a picnic, kid you ain't equipped with the sickenin'

Style, blowin' up the spot like ballistic

Missiles, I be comin' through

Like the four-nine-three-eleven tearin' up the Power-U, Meth-Tical!

A bad motherfuckin' buddha monk, what the fuck?!

Hit your chest like cardiac arrest, blow the front

Out the frame, let the pussycat feel the pain of the dog shit

Nobody move, run your garments

A rugged vet, durable like a Champion sweat

Wrap a power in a TEC to wet

A nigga up with all the dangerous diseases

Snifflin', sneezin', coughin', achin', stuffy head fever

Fucker! I think it's 'bout time that you suffer

Bobbin' on my knob like an all-day sucker

Bitch!


[Chorus: Method Man & (Raekwon the Chef)]

Meth Vs. Chef! (It's my turn!)

Meth Vs. Chef! (Yeah, let's bring this shit, baby!)

Meth Vs. Chef! (Yeah! One more time, nigga!)

Meth Vs. Chef! (You callin' me out?)

I'll blow your fuckin' ass to death!


[Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef]

I'm goin' all out, kid, no turnbacks

You could try to front, get smoked and that's that!

Lyric assassin, dressed in black rugged

Sixteen shots to your mug from a slug then

I go to war in a concrete jungle, makin' bundles

Niggas act funny and fumble

But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads got to fly

Niggas stay strapped, armed to die

Time for jet-black Timb boot

Flowing where Su God get him, hit 'em with the 9, troop

No question! *Cha-cha-blaow!!* in the session

Bloodshot in that direction, cypher

Attack you like chess moves, best moves

Yo! Yeah, yo!

The boards.. your ass..

'Tack! 'Tack! 'Tack! Uh!

Attack the boards like chess moves, best move!

At Rae through, comin' at your motherfuckin' crew

Live, direct! Yeah, you better step!

Gunshots ring on the set

Let's jet, motivate, to the gate

With some quick high, Rae, stay fly and rob your lab

Airwaves, yo, behave

Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way!


[Outro: Raekwon]

Aw shit!

Chef Vs. Meth, Vs. Meth, Vs. Meth