“Tonight’s Da Night” – REDMAN
Redman dropped his debut album “Whut?! Thee Album” in September 1992 under Def Jam Recordings, Chaos Recordings and Columbia Records. The album was executively produced by Erick Sermon with help from Redman and Pete Rock and was certified gold by the RIAA. The Hit Squad Member gained interest after appearing on two songs off EPMD’s third album “Business As Usual”. Next Reggie dropped his debut album a few years later. 3 singles were released with the first being “Blow Your Mind” which made it all the way to #1 on the Hot Rap Singles chart. The next release was “Time 4 Sum Aksion” which was a hit, but not as big as his 1st single. The third single off the album was “Tonight’s da Night” which didn’t get as much attention as the first two, but confirmed Reds underground legend status.
“Tonight’s da Night” was released 23 years ago on May 4th, 1993 and was produced by Erick Sermon and Redman. Rick James is credited as a writer for the track and a remix to the song was on Reggie’s second album “Dare Iz a Darkside”. The single included samples from Isaac Hayes, Raydio, Mary Jane Girls and James Brown. The songs starts off with slow smooth beat and in comes Redman “Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise around the planet, pack em in like Janet Jackson, she’s askin if I can slam it. I’m…”. He is soon interrupted by Hurricane G who let’s Redman know that he is on some punk smooth stuff and needs to be on some rough and rugged shit. Red comes back to the same beat and proceeds to kill it “Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tec nine by the waistline, kickin the hype shit, I never claim to be the best type of rapper but have to, show them motherfuckers what I’m after, I’m after the gold, then after that the platinum, beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat son”. Lyrics from Redmans 1993 classic were referenced in many songs from artists Common, Dilated Peoples, Lords of the Underground, MC Eiht & even Big L.
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack em in like Janet
Jackson, she’s askin if I can slam it
Yo yo Redman! Man what the fuck man?
Get the fuck off that.. punk smoov shit man!
Get with that rough shit man, you know how we do!
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But have to, show them motherfuckers what I’m after
I’m after the gold, then after that the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
It’s the Redman on the funk train
Psyche, you’re motherfuckin right, tonight’s the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don’t front
On the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
I’m not a addict, more like puff than magic
Then pass it when I’m through cause my crew gots to have it
I don’t claim to be a big rap star
Cause no matter who you are, you’ll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I’m sayin
Cause tonight’s the night and me and my niggas ain’t playin
Fat black bitch! Nasty
Bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin ass
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker!
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe’s kick
But tonight’s the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike ‘n’ Ike’s
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
Blunt system pumps cause it’s Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Cause, we can do that black, so “Get the Bozack” Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop
That’s the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
Cause Red ain’t down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
Nasty fuckin greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Tango mango, pickin havin ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin
Jack of Spades, boots havin
Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man
Turn this shit off, G
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?