#Method man redman series#

In 1999, the two rappers appeared together on 'Rap Phenomenon' from The Notorious B.I.G. After this they had friendly battles freestyling with each other on Yo! MTV Raps, which ultimately led to their collaborative debut single ' How High'. They recorded 'Got My Mind Made Up' for Shakur's multi-platinum album All Eyez on Me (1996). While at Def Jam, they reunited in 1994 on tour and met again in 1995 in the recording studio of West Coast hip hop legend Tupac '2Pac' Shakur. The duo have known each other for a long time before signing with Def Jam.

#Method man redman series#

In 2004, the duo also starred in a short-lived Fox sitcom, titled Method & Red, however they later disowned the series due to lack of creative control. In 2001, they starred alongside each other in the stoner film How High. Method Man often gives a shout out to Redman on tracks that do not feature Redman this usually comes in the form of 'What up, Doc!' referring to Redman's alias 'Funk Doctor Spock'. The follow-up album, Blackout! 2, was released in 2009. While they had been collaborating since 1994, it was not until 1999 that they released a full-length collaborative effort, Blackout!. They are signed to Def Jam Recordings both as solo artists and as a duo. Method Man & Redman (also referred to as Meth & Red, Red & Mef, John Blaze and Funk Doc or Funk Doctor Spock and Johnny Blaze) are an American hip hop duo, composed of East Coast rappers Method Man (of Wu-Tang Clan) and Redman (of Def Squad). Wu-Tang Clan, 2Pac, Cypress Hill, Def Squad, DJ Green Lantern, LL Cool J As for Method, when that final drum loop faded and his seemingly endless crew left the stage, he just threw his now empty liquor bottle at the reverent crowd and screamed expletives at them.Д«efore asking them to buy his record, of course.Method Man ( left) performing with Redman ( right) in Germany in 2016 Yet Redman, who had four albums of competent material to work with, played no more than five cuts before retreating backstage, a lazy and entirely inexcusable showing for a performer with such experience. Redman, who at least fully completed a couple of his songs, salvaged a bit of the performance by using the rubbery bass samples of 'Well All Rite Cha' and the piano lines of 'I'll be Dat' as a foundation for the only emotive, non-expletive laced rhymes of the evening. Heck, the man couldn't even muster up enough interest to finish one of his songs, let alone actually finish his own raps, which he let his frantic gang do for him. Method just stumbled around on the likes of 'Dangerous Ground' until he got noticeably antsy and gestured for a song switch. Though obviously inebriated, the massively popular rapper seemed more bored than anything else, letting his nameless sidekicks do most of the work. By himself, however, assuming he was willing to put down his alcohol for a moment, he delivered sloppy and horrendously juvenile rhymes depicting drug dealing and misogyny with all the excitement one would expect from a drunk. In the Wu-Tang Clan, he is knob-twiddler RZA's go-to man, a rock steady rhyme deliverer with energy to burn. Just look where that commercial attitude got modern rock. And if that doesn't situation doesn't ring familiar with you, remember that in the not too distant past, alternative rock found itself in a very similar situation, where image became the blueprint for success. It's exactly this kind of cookie-cutter approach - that an artist's attitude sells the music rather than the music selling the performer - that undermines the validity of rap as an art form. Seeing the audience gleefully bounce as Redman sloshed through 'Time 4 Sum Aksion' or as Method Man hid in the back drinking his whisky was to witness an almost disturbing disconnection between audience and performer, as if anyone backed by a heavy bass drum beat would have sufficed here. But then how much blame can be put on the performers when the crowd enjoys, no less admires, mere minutes of thug posturing as a somehow worthy performance? But after a night of such gross unprofessionalism as this, where so-called wit came in the guise of 'smoke the Buddha' or 'slap that (woman),' even the craftiness of their con job couldn't save them from the mediocrity of their work.