Peak
32
Weeks
2
Score
265
Chart Year
2011
Bad Meets Evil is an American Hip Hop duo composed of Eminem and Royce da 5'9. The two first met in 1997 at a concert in their home city of Detroit and soon formed Bad Meets Evil (Royce as Bad and Eminem as Evil). They released just a few recordings, including "Bad Meets Evil" which appeared on Eminem's major label debut, The Slim Shady LP. The rappers pursued solo careers after their initial work together and became embroiled in a feud. Sadness over the tragic shooting death of their mutual friend Proof in 2006 led to mended fences and Royce was featured on D12's 2008 mixtape Return of The Dozen and later went on tour with the group. With rap stalwarts Joe Budden, Crooked I and Joell Ortiz, Royce formed Slaughterhouse, which is signed to Eminem's Shady Records. The two Detroit rappers also recorded an EP together, and this is the first official single from the set. "Royce and I started hanging out again and inevitably that led us back into the studio," said Eminem. "At first we were just seeing where it went without any real goal in mind, but the songs started to come together crazy, so here we are." The reunion forced Royce to step his game up lyrically. "To me, Eminem is one of the greatest rappers ever. So if you're standing in there with him and watching him create, you can only spit on a certain level in order to even keep up," Royce told MTV News. "With me, I feel like it's good for me because I get pushed. It brings more out of me." Royce told HipHopDX.com that the Bad Meets Evil project came about after he and Eminem got back into the studio together again. "Normally, if you gonna do an LP where Em is involved, you start with a plan and then you go in and you do records," he explained. "This didn't come together like that; it just happened naturally. We just started cuttin' songs, just to be working with each other again, with no intent in mind. We didn't even know we were gonna do that many songs, so at around five or six songs, we lookin' like, 'Yo, man, we got these records, I think we should do something with 'em.' That's when we decided, 'You know what? We can just do this as Bad Meets Evil and just make it an EP.'" Miami-based reggae producer Supa Dups and his Black Chiney production partner Jason "JG" Gilbert were the original creators of the song for which the duo sampled their own vocals. "Me and my partner JG: He and I made the beat together. We just wanted to make a beat with just our mouths," Dups explained to MTV News. The two producers originally didn't have Slim Shady in mind when they made the beat. Dups explained to MTV News: "We just had the track and submitted it off to 50 Cent, Nicki Minaj and a couple of others. But Eminem, when we heard he wanted it, we were like, 'Cool, we'll hold it. That's Eminem.' I didn't even know the project was coming out. I didn't know what the beat was for; I just knew Eminem asked me for the files and I sent it to them," he continued. "When I saw Eminem in L.A. for Grammy weekend, Eminem said, 'Yeah, he ripped the track.' Later on that day, I met Royce, and Royce was like, 'Yeah, download that track man. We ripped that track. That's the first single.' I was like, 'What?' But until then, I still wasn't sure." The soulful singer of the hook is Aftermath artist and song writer Sly Pyper who previously lent his vocals to Dr. Dre's first Detox single "Kush." Sly explained his involvement on the Bad Meets Evil tune to MTV News: "It's part of the many years I've actually been working with Dr. Dre. Recently, we came out to Detroit, and [Dre] was doing some collabs with Em already. Em had part of a hook that he asked me to come and just lay my vocals on, lay the velvet on. So I got involved, wrote a couple of pieces on the hook as well."
First verse, uh I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags know Claimin' you bangin', you flamin' Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha asshole Me and Shady deaded the past, So that basically resurrected my cash flow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I ain't wrapped tight My blood type's the eighties My nineties was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' "Ice, Ice Baby," screamin' Shady 'til I die Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady Wait, no, stop me now before I get on a roll (danish) Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is, 'cause she's kinda famous And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus You morons think that I'm a genius Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks Crazy, I am back, and I am razor sharp, baby And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark, maybe You should listen when I flip the linguistics 'Cause I'm gonna rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit 'Cause after I spit the bullets, I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball I'ma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'ma live this Livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal) My whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with' a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpe of Jack Kevorkian" Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers Spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper Chewed him up, and spitted him out Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck the mall, he shuts The whole motherfuckin' Wal-Mart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with five nine to hold this bitch down Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated Just by the way that you keep lickin' them dicks like lips, I'm agitated, aggravated To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it And then after takin' that, I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinating It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson' activator Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Dropped in the lap of a tax evader (homie, they spent) Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes What, girl, I'm the crack-a-lator Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell your boyfriend that you just struck pay dirt You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' Livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | May 21, 2011 | 32 | 94 |
| 2 | May 28, 2011 | 84 | 42 |