Art Of Storytelling

Okay party people in the house...
This is something you never witnessed before...
Yes, it's the incredible doug e. fresh...
With his partner, the grand wizard mc, ricky d
D, and that's me in the place to be.
We goin' to do it for '85, kick it live, allright?
Cuz you know, you're all sick of all these crap rappers
Biting their rhymes because of they're back steppers.
But when it comes to me and my man doug fresh here,
There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah.
But as impress, which we approve
And yeah, we realize that we are on the move,
So listen closely so y'all don't miss
As we go a little something like this, hit it!

La-di-da-di...
La-di-da-di...
La-di, da-di!
Yo peep this

La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're, just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic right
For all of y'all, keep y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy conditioning
Which we create, cause that's our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of shit happens everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn and
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Put some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup, said
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all
There was a rumble tumble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "you are you conceited bastard!"
Well that true, that why we never had no beef
Then i washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pail
And then i grabbed the file for my finger nails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so i could take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my, body and hair
I threw on my brand new gucci underwear
For all the girls i might take home
I got the johnson's baby powder and the polo cologne
Fresh dress, like a million bucks,
Put on the bally shoes and the fly green socks.
Stepped out the house stopped short, oh no
Went back in i forgot my kangol
Then i dilly, dally, i ran through the alley
I bumped into this homegirl named sally from the valley
This was a girl playing hard to get
So i said "what's wrong?" cause she looked upset
She said uh, "it's all because of you
I'm feeling sad and blue
You went away
And now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so
How much you'll never know
Cause you took your love away from me"
Now what was i to do
She was crying over me and she was feeling blue
I said, "don't cry, dry, your eyes
Here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps and says to me "hi!"
Hit sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Kicked her in the belly, and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Something was wrong i said what was going on?
I tried to break it up i said, stop it, leave her
She said, "if i can't have you she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So i broke the hell out like i had the chicken pox
But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick
She put a finger in the face of mc rick, and said
"why don't you give me some play?
And we can go cruising in my (oj)
And if you give me that ok
I'll give you all my love today
Ricky ricky ricky, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And i just love your jazzy ways
So mc rick my love is here to stay"
And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said, "cheer up!" i gave her a kiss
I said, "you can't have me i'm too young for you miss"
She said, "no you're not," then she starts crying
I says, "i'm nineteen", she says, "stop lying!"
I said, "i am -- go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, i can't be your lover!"
To the heart tick tock you don't stop
To the heart tick tock you don't quit, hit it!

...don't ever forget, doug e. fresh, and mc ricky d...

[slick rick]
Check, check, check, check
Check, check.. * slick rick starts humming a snake charmer song *
Yeah..
They say.. that rick rick is..

You're all garbage, that type talk i'm on
Dumb one becomin glad the great one walks among
Whisperin, couple i scuffle eye
You little feedback niggaz don't want any trouble
Rick'll own clout, sewn bout
Lick a throw now, how til death i kick a bone out
Why pursue for folk object?
My record will be barkin all through your broke project
?? yes my dog art, best to park her, kark her ??
You don't want death to walk her
Not sayin that -- ain't nuttin could do me
But in the rap game, all secondary to me
Whoa, whatever i settle
If a nigga wanna eat he better never cry battle
Hell yeah, ram the one sell fare elsewhere
Put you and your family on welfare

Chorus: canibus

(ricky d!) rip it up, your watery blood
Ain't thick enough, yo wack niggaz ain't slick enough
Ready and willin to face you, death awaits you
The king piece in the chess game, to checkmate you

[slick rick]
Ooooooooooh, twist shot bitch, ?? voter ignores ??
Watch toys duck, consider rap's ultimate voicebox
Devour, and addressin dem coward
How can one man posess so much power?
Rhyme tearin through, bash all trifle
The eyes and spare a few assholes lives
This object -- brothers are glued to knob lick
'scuse me, if i'm bein overly rude to public
The favorite -- make you fall in love, make whoever with
Clever kid, make you do the best steps you ever did
The trick is, managin to kick it
It's no such thing as challenging the slickest
It's double-or-sure shot, crumble before spot
(i know) must be humble before god
Ringing, cat must fear king-ing
Party over here, type atmosphere spinning

Chorus

[slick rick]
Ooooooooooh, i toy your cheddar top-netter
You find me a human being, boy or girl bet-ter
It's short son -- nurse and them soundkick bark on
Stop talk, stop worshipin the ground rick walk on
Bitch play number one bougie
Wish they could give motherfucker some pussy
Seen the face of supreme in tasteness
Never see another human being this greatness
Successful, and the hype is effectful and
Sorry god if bein any type disrespectful and
Hip-hop, assume pop's acquited
Now with tick-tock, you don't stop, hit it!
Command rick, shower the firmament
Earnin it, tremendous power is permanent
Unless frame interest dame
Let's name who the king piece in the chess game

Chorus 4x

[canibus]
Yo, we can battle in front of the castle, i'll disgrace you
I roast you, i burn you, i bake you
I cremate you -- i motherfuckin hate you!
The king piece in the chess game'll check mate you, nigga!
Ricky d y'all..

* originally appeared on the rush hour soundtrack

Intro: (dj s&s), slick rick

(uhh check it out..... s&s......
With the ruler '98........def jam.....)
And here we are, in the phase again
That ol' funeral music, is he goin to heaven or is he goin to hell?
I don't know, he's right in the centre, y'knowhutimean? (uhh uhh)
(uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh c'mon
Uhh-huh yeah, uhh-huh c'mon, uhh-huh '98 c'mon.....)

Verse one:

Nigga no way rap better than, act better, that
Veteran of rap *?ceteran?*
Brung on, motherfucker sung on, run on
Come on, go and have fun on, run on
Immediate considered, no he really ain't
The main ingredient, comedian, must be obedient
Reason why the player who away a few, say that too
Cos no one else can talk shit way i do
School kid, the cool slid
And i rule wid, still shoot wid my 2, kid
Ain't no way on earth to faze rick, the man plays with wit
Eras-ed the man amazin the bassin
Border him, all on ya albums slaughterin
Better spin like slavery when i order him
Rejects creep yet keep step
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check

Chorus:

Mack all of it, controller shit, catch hold of it
How you gonna move slick when cats like solo rick?
Accept, yet no chances that they make plans
To wreck and make a nigga, breakdance the record
I turned and learned this sequel i burned went
Urgent, mad white people like servin
Interested with, gets congested with
Clowns, haven't made a record, impress the kid

Verse two:

No entry, let's keep a hood rhymin shit (a-party people)
Are you tryin to have yourself a good time or what?
No stressin you, type of beat bring out the best in you
Allegeble, ruler came to add a touch of bless onto
Niggas think they bashin me, his majesty
Of garbage and never were no match for me and actually
Many a girl catch the fever
And i don't need anyone else rap with either
If this is based on skill, kill anybody will
Affiliate rick real to hicksville
Same ruler movin cowardness out of this
Never out powerless, devour this and now it is
Time for one to leave upon impeach
Help teach all men how to live amongst each (knowi'msayin?)
Although a lotta creep yet keeps
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check

Chorus

Verse three:

The bounce men, s&s sound bend
Listen up kid, an important announcement
There's a rapper i know many interested in
Named rick, no rapper alive could mess with him
Lace records all audience roar to
Grand of a show, skill on the dancefloor too
Freakin awesome, of course i'm married
High school broads keep your drawers on
Cos this one in perf' case
Guaranteed to make you break fool at the work place
Diligent, shout as mr. militant
Allow me to do my thing, it's all brilliant
Although sometime the reign may slip
Can't skip my part on the hu-man tip
Ain't shit, you rejects creep yet keep step
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check

Chorus

Outro: dj s&s

Slick rick and s&s now, c'mon
Slick rick and s&s now, c'mon
Slick rick'll make ya move your butt, c'mon
S&s'll make ya move your butt
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
S&s and slick rick'll make ya move your butt
Slick rick and s&s'll make ya throw your hands up
S&s and slick rick make ya move your butt
S&s'll make ya throw your hands up, c'mon
Slick rick'll make ya throw your hands up, c'mon
S&s'll make ya move your butt now c'mon
Yeah c'mon, yeah c'mon
Yeah, s&s and we're out, oooohhhhh!!!!!

* cut and scratched "slick rick" *
* audience applause *

* siren sounds *
"mc... ricky... d" * last syllable scratched *
"okay party people in the house" * scratched *
"this is the original grand wizard"
* cut and scratched "slick rick" *
[unknown sample] * scratched "slick rick" *
"something funky push that in em"
"ricky... d"

[slick rick]
Is it a custom - to what? to provoke out a hostile apostle
And make him smack the coke out your nostril
Bap, the butter cat at gutter rappin and i'm all man
Whatever gotta happen gotta happen
Boy don't make me put my grown man shoe in you
And i'm sorry father, for any wrongdoing doin you
Cause dogs barkin and the girl sigh
Here to present myself as the sparkle of the world's eye
Picture i - where spice girls chick arrived
England, january 14th, six-five
While you scream out brannyville
"you old ass rapper!" you got it, but can he still
Sever, in other words, rap more clever
Like no other younger rapper walkin could ever?
Apparently i done this, on this
Stunned his behind - out the way of who reign
I run this

"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*
"run, run, run, r-run" * scratched from run-d.m.c.*
"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*
[rick] out the way of who reign, i run this
"run.. run, r-run" * scratched from run-d.m.c.*
[rick] stop the world kid, bring it home slick
"run, r-run" "run, r-run"

[slick rick]
Are, you, ready? "run"
The fact is, mack caught cable in an actress
And really is the black clark gable of the rap biz
Racists reactin, hastin for action
The motherfucker got exquisite taste for a black man
What you never know? all clothes come off a hoe
Ever see me with my jewels and toast from off of mo'?
*psssh* past where handsome measures
Like the whole entire rat pack, and some precious
And chartable, such a big spark i pull
Nuns even say, "that motherfucker's remarkable!"
And aliens who came to earth gathering
"great gosh the man has soul, we must have him"
Like a catastrophe, there isn't none after me
Liz will throw away her walker and run after me
Snatch crowns -- done this, on this
Stunned his behind - out the way of who reign
I run this

"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*
"run, run, run, r-run" * scratched from run-d.m.c.*
"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*
[rick] out the way of who reign, i run this
"run, r-run" "as we go" "run, r-run"
"run, r-run" "as we go" "run, r-run"
"run, r-run" "as we go" "run, r-run"
"as we go a little somethin like this, hit it!"

[slick rick]
Up hastings, crew downfaced and lose
Either one way or the other, foundation choose
Although the prune i kick, i didn't come to wound a sick child
Hit a lost world, actin like a lunatic *blblblblbl*
Who provoke til a heard of smoke
Forced good men to pull out and start to murder folk
Tired of the basement placed in
Take responsibility for your action as a race then
Instead of put cheer in our bone, paperhood promote
Negativity, and fear in our own neighborhood
Since royalty breed to be (uh-huh)
And i puts small seed where small seed need to be
Like an angel tend to fly as, mention i as
I didn't make the laws, but they make sense to my ass
While waitin for the world end, won this
Stunned his behind - out the way of who reign
I run this

[rick] see what i mean kid?
"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*
[rick] that patch-eyed motherfucker run this
"run, run, run, r-run" * scratched from run-d.m.c.*
"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*
[rick] i run this
"run, r-run" "run, r-run"
"run, r-run" "run, r-run"
"run, r-run" "run, r-run"
Are, you, ready?? "run"
[rick] run thissssssssssssssssss
"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*
"run, run, run, r-run" * scratched from run-d.m.c.*
"hurry up, run" * cut and scratched*

[slick rick]
Yeah baby, slick rick
1999, 2000, the whole damn thing kid it's all mine
Go away

"mc" *scratched* "ricky d" *last syllable scratched to fade*

[slick rick]
All of you cock-pullers are frontin
Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin
To better ya
For any chick you want, i'm gettin her
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with?
Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet
Every rapper rap maggot underneath rick's feet
Evicted -- why you tryin to find shit to lick with?
Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to slick rick
Though you pretend to be glory
I'm number one, that's the end of the story
The black clark gable leave you numb
Every single one, frontin on your label is a bum
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This i have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats

Chorus: repeat 2x

From new york to cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think muhammad ali used to talk shit?
Bing! this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even i got de-ported, i own america

[slick rick]
He's so crazy -- i smash rippin up the place
Give the mack a taste -- i wipe my ass with a rapper face
Cars come to a dead stop
Rain find ways not to drop on my headtop
Tycoon rush at the richest
Even my complexion is a must-have to bitches
Even without, car money to budget
I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
Knahmean? bitches are in awe * at the lingo * (pronounced oar)
Know that rick'll put an end to all rapper income
An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields
France nor italy can fuck with my designer skills
Saltin inferior, faultin to where we are
Tryin to find fault in superior
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This i have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats

Chorus

[slick rick]
You lack the taste hook i'm stickin em with
While degenrate like yourself make our race look ignorant (mm)
And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy
Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin
Feet planted on deep black firmament
Bow -- in the presence of who lead rap permanent
Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids
You stunk, cause mortals ain't shit to conquer
Somebody said new pharoahes have appeared
How when everything i wore ten years ago you wear now?
I coulda murder heard a word out quick rick stomp it kid
Hung to it, you complete bum to rick
Source awards, yeah rick every seminar
Even make sadaam hussein tell me where the weapon are (mm-hmm)
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This i have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats

Chorus

One of the greatest rapper, walk - i'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your bundle bring your butt in
A soldier, what i do to that hood?
"are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya
Clean yourself, pharoah said he wanna have a word with ya"
My mom, pop, look concerned
After takin' a shower, dress and returned
The soldier, kinda on the dark end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharoah and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got some nerve
Said "bring slave forward, let me observe"
He asked me my name and start badger me
"ricky, what?", 'ricky, your majesty'
And bowed because i had to,
Kick a rap that shit better sound fat too

Who rotten 'em
Plaits swing, but have you forgotten 'em
Biggest big shouts since king tut and 'em (who rotten 'em)
Kids ville, motherfucker couldn't sit still
All bitches is open off rick's grill (who rotten 'em)
Definetly exort, any stalkin'
Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when i'm walkin(who rotten 'em)
Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted
All a that jungle shit, whites rap

"he's fat" queen said to the pharoah excited and
Did seem obvious the rap delighted him
Then start banging on appliance (yes your honour?)
"send this other rapper to the lions" (please, no!)
Pleaing with merit, if you kill him for my sake
My raps will do the spirit
'please let him live, i prefer that'
"ok, well, send him where this slave used to work at"
Do or die jammin' me into
Even was allowed to move the family in too
Any beat better rap good on
Even gave me mad nice outfits to put on
Knowing that my rap stlye bumped many
And expecting some important company
The king visits where i was put to write
"slave, you're behind, better rap real good tonight"
In other words, lay your mack down
'cause these cats not the one to sound wack round
So that night, when they summers be them clapping
Took a deep breath and then began rapping

Who rotten 'em
Tryin' a find out what excite, what i write,
What ignite with
Lion never once tried to bite rick
Excusely, assumed to meek, refuse to greet
A smoother geek, just move ya feet
Shocked all dippin' and stoppin'
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap
And sista breakin' when a nigger rap

Well it was obvious the raps unpluggin'
Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth, buggin'
This they never heard that type a tactic
Gold sandles all over their fat steps
One dignitary over what man said
"i'll give you half the eastern border if you sell him"
Back at the rest spot to nap a bit
Mom! pop! they delighted with the rapper did
"son", my mom said sweepin' up
"that lunatic'll kill you if you don't keep it up"
What's wrong with you, "son, i'm not scornin' you
Leave your best for a rainy day, i'm warnin' you"
Ripped my ego apart
So i set upon a mission to change the king heart
'sire, whippin don't pay off
A lot more done you give a nigger one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
That type meant ta stripe, kids
Even after he died, i still write raps like this

Who rotten 'em
All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me
I am all culture that you need be
And superior juice to abuse, i choose
Use words racist slave owner used to
Sandwich known crook, redbone hook too
Got his own land, which you're known look to
Not only ass wipes, swept side kick
Shocker and them niggers even try to dress like rick

* - slick rick
+ - doug e. fresh
@- both

Oh my god...

*excuse me doug e. fresh
+yes
*have you ever seen a show when fellow on the mic
Wit one million rhymes and don't come out right
They bit, they're never right, that's not polite
Am i lying
+no, you're quite right
*but tonight on a ?(stary)? mic you're about to hear
@we swear the best star rappers of the year
*so + so *cherrio +yo scream @ brotho
@also if you didn't know this is called the show

*hey yo doug + what
*put your ballies on
+yo rick i was about to but i need the shoehorn
*why + because the shoes always hurt my ?(gong)?
*6 minutes, 6 minutes, 6 minutes doug e. fresh you're on
Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on(2x)

Oh my god...

+here we go (here we go)
+c'mon (c'mon) (2x)

+yo where's ?()?
*well i don't know they're late
Tell 'em the time, oh i forgot the date
+man you did it again, oh no
(yo, here we go, c'mon, here we go, c'mon, here we go
Think we missed the show)
No, no n-n-n-no we didn't (wang)
No, n-n-n-n-no we didn't (w-w-w-wang)
No we didn't, well don't get us wrong
*excuse me doug e., excuse me doug e.
Excuse me doug e. fresh you're on
Ah ah on, on, on, on, on

Oh my god...

+well it started up on 8th avenue
And i made up the name the get fresh crew
It was me, my true dj jerona, that would be
My right hand man ricky d.
I used to rap and sing, make sounds and things
For example, here's a telephone ting
(ring, ring) *hello, is doug e. fresh here
(no, he's not in right now)
+but anyway, no more delay
Just check out the new style i display
Now you got to be fresh to rock wit fresh
And i'm d-o-u-g-i-e fresh
And i'm know for the (sound effects)
Not for the (sound effects)
The human beat box on the entertainer
No other lable that fit me plainer
In a passing generation, i am a remainder
And i'm also known as a beat box trainer
Cashing checks, make sound effects
And after i'm finish rocking, slick rick is on next
(you know it) slick rick

*wel, here's a little something that needs to be heard
Doug, i was walking downtown (word rick) word
(sure) all along, no one to be wit
Step on the d-train, 205th
I saw a pretty girl (so)
So i sat beside her
Then she went roar, she was tony the tiger
I said, oh darn, there has been a mistake
Honey, my name's slick rick, not frosty flake
(oh, golly wolly) she was raising hell
She said, um, my name is maggie but you can call me michelle
(rick sings)
Bust a move, we show and prove
Hey, yo, doug, do that funky jam on a groove

Oh my god...

* originally appeared on slick rick's "soundtrack to the streets"

[snoop dogg]
I falls off into a party in the n.y.c.
Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain
Bang bang, same thang, game came when i left em
I do it by my lonely now i'm the big homie

[slick rick]
But i'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you come from

[snoop dogg]
I'm snoop dogg, i'm smooth and imperial
I wake up every morning to my lucky charms cereal
Times get drastic, yeah i'm a classic
Dogg pound gangsta chokin off that boombastic

[slick rick]
Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come
So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son
(word to god) scratch i? who the hardest to match (i)
Bright rewrite your still garbage to patch

[snoop dogg]
Haven't you heard? i'm loose, shook the feds like the juice
Snoop dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft
I'm genuine, like vinny's whinin all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed i got the weed
And keep the lighter for the hash, has it,
Ever been a time when you didn't have a dime
And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime?

Chorus: slick rick (repeat 2x)

Many underclothes hangin on the hoes
Since (snoop, slick rick) crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies - pop cristal, toast to all those
Like (kid capri) helpin to unify both coasts

[slick rick]
I'm shredding your temple, none, 'head of the emperor
Washed up, gang member? better remember
I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat
I hit em -- where they sit around actin hardcore at
Thank god for the guardians - in light of this
Rappers always beg for me to show them who the mighty is
Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid
That always wanna start rappin (boy they're not gonna win)
And wanna dash at lethal or evil
Could a king bring style and class to black people?
Stick a whole log in and he buggin
Cause i - represent self, with my man snoop dogg and them
I drop a pile of semen on em
Even in a yugo i could take they woman from em
I make the hardest chew the kewl of this
Kid capri, know the part of peasant, who the ruler is?

Chorus

[snoop dogg]
I'm twenty-six.. still in the mix
My hair gettin longer, my game gettin stronger
A nigga been on one, i thank god
Cause life in the city of stars is gettin hard
And it's odd, for a g to get a job
So i'd rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad
My homie used to bang, now we follow farrakhan
Used to read the source
Now all he read is the holy qu'ran
Time brings change and change brings time
Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme
Nigga, whattup, who up, you up!
Doggy dogg is on the mic
I'm here to fuck it izzzup
I give it to y'all, like you really got to have it
Dogg pound gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin tragic
But i'ma make me a grip and dip quick
And fuck with my nigga kid capri on this g shit
Dial tail and bail with my nigga slick rick-y
And all you niggaz talkin bullshit can just miss me
Can't twist me, you fuckin paper haters
I'm dippin in my nine-eight gold navigator
I'm dippin like a lo-lo
Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo' sho' doe

Chorus 1.5x

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are billboard charters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest

[slick rick]
Skills provide the shows, also fright the foes
And when i step into a room, pimps hide they hoes
"is that really him?" "yes, that's his highness
And for the last time stop lookin at his fine ass"
(y'know!) homosexuals, smirk, converse and say
"that nigga box is workin girlfriend!"
You wanna talk about a fat phrase carrier
To billionaire white chick jump the race barrier?
You know a nice girl, but i didn't want a bit of her
Sayin, "i like your slang what's with the wife, get rid of her"
Son, sony talkin japanese
With mice like, "whattup rick? you can have my cheese kid"
I am such a heavy hitter
Even chandalier jealous off the patch ice glitter (bling!)
Rappers walkin round, strappin fearsome, here son
And remember your rap career's done

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are billboard charters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, we'll seperate the men from the heartless
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, a tag team from the top all-starters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest

[nas]
Runnin spots, pants leg tucked in my socks
Puff and lay a spread, order drinks, henn on the rocks
Wintertime sport a fox, maybe a sable
Three-quarter length mink sound right for this occasion
Heard me john blazin, see me in gangster flicks
Life is so amazin, hate to be paperless
Bill gate in this, it must be god, i'm not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by atf
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and rick argue about whose chain is the best
Gucci boxers, my diet changed from sushi to pastas
Wear my hat like the late sinatra's
Models pop the coochie when the spot us
Finally rappers you could be proud of, from the bronx
To queensbridge houses what? if you feel me then holla
Thug niggaz, who bail be worth a million dollars, what

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are billboard charters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, we'll seperate the men from the heartless
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, a tag team from the top all-starters
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest

Trackmasters.. def jam..
Baby what the deal

[rick] slick rick, big nas yo