The remix of “All I Need” finds Method Man rapping about how much he loves his woman. Combined with Mary J. Blige’s powerful verse and chorus that also chronicles shared love for her man.

Meth and Blige won… Read More [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I need

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fucking die together

To get by

You're all, I need

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fucking die together

To get by

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me

For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me

Nothing make a man feel better than a woman

Queen with a crown that be down for whatever

There are few things that's forever, my lady

We can make war or make babies

Back when I was nothing

You made a brother feel like he was something

That's why I'm with you to this day boo, no fronting

Even when the skies were gray

You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby it'll be okay"

Now that's real to a brother like me, baby

Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight

And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live

In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids

Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife

Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we be

Living in the effin' lap of luxury

I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me

But you did, now I'm going all out kid

And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I need

To get by

You're all, I need

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fucking die together

To get by

[Interlude: Mary J. Blige]

Like sweet morning dew

I took one look at you

And it was plain to see

You were my destiny

With you I'll spend my time

I'll dedicate my life, I'll sacrifice for you

Dedicate my life to you

[Verse 2: Method Man]

I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone

Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone

Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own

No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home

Even if I'm locked up North you in the world

Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showing your stuff off, boo

It be true me for you, that's how it is

I be your Noah, you be my Wiz

I'm your mister, you my misses with hugs and kisses

Valentine cards and birthday wishes, please

We on another level of planning, of understanding

The bond between man and woman, and child

The highest elevation 'cause we above

All that romance crap, just show your love

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige and Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I need

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fucking die together

To get by

You're all, I need

Lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fucking die together

To get by

[Outro: Method Man and Mary J. Blige]

Suck on these

Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop

Yeah yeah, cootie in the, Tical

Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop

Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical

Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop

Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical

Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical

Like sweet morning dew

Yeah yeah

I took one look at you

Cootie in the chair, Tical

And it was plain to see

Cheeba cheeba y'all

You were my destiny, baby

Cheeba cheeba y'all

Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah

What's that shit that they be smoking

No romance without finance for now

Baby, please, '95

Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha

Man woman and child, yeah