[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah... that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, 7 o'clock, Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
And this is Toney's Angels...

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo – it was three white bitches who worked for Toney Starks
Undercover agents, far beyond narcs
Amazed by their beauty marks
Wonder Woman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made by Clarks
My dick got hard at how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid, as if
I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest–
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low, 'cause my face was woofin'
My Angels jetted out of Albee Square, gun out, wrap in their hair
Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air
Chased a n***a down block for block, squeezing Glocks
These mami's real anxious to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran, the more their skirts got dirtier
Sending shots like Check Day, FedEx Express way
"Boom!" "Bow!" "Bing!" – you heard the gunplay
"Who shot that duck out the window?!?" Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fucking weed head!"
"We can stop the fire – the suspect, he's dead"
Then I pulled up, "Come on, girls – to Club Med!"
[Interlude: DOOM]
Stay tuned for the conclusion
Three's Company: "Family Jewels"

[Verse 2: DOOM, (Raekwon), and Mr. T]
Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM
He woked up, stoked, like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
Released his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
Staggering, except for the socks and mask, naked
Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo, checkin'–
For the keys, the dough, a robbery expected
Yet nothing obvious was missing, recollected
Now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's
Personal nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie
Chasing Patricee with Thai iced teas
She drive wild nice to veggie fried rice, spicy
Told 'em both, "I don't feel so well, my belly –
Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the 'telly
Y'all go head and get the dutches – be back, copy"
Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby?
("Peace") "Peace," pizza man: ("Change a hundred?"), stopped and looked
"Naw!" Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
Wasn't the juks, but too careless, fearless
Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace
The question remains, who bound and gagged him?
That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum
Villain's skeet – a gram on the street, 50 G
The part of Mr. Roper was played by Mr. T – "I'm Mr. T!"
[Outro: Ghostface Killah, Mr. T, and (DOOM)]
Fuck Charlie!
Shut up, fool! Like I was sayin'... (True story) I'm Mr. T!
Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy
You know what you gon' do (Janet was dark-skinned...)
You too, Doreen, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit
(Kristy was brown-skinned...)
Uh-huh, that's right, yeah, I'ma call the Theodore n***as
TWAT Team on alert and shit
Uh-huh, yeah, that's right... Skye, you can't hide baby
You got the best head, n***a – word up!
(The mask was chromed out...)
This real 'Angels' shit, y'all my bitches
Toney Bosley in this bitch, n***a
Word up... gimme back my boots

Word up...

Theodore!

[Outro: Paloma Faith as "Cat Girl"]
Villain...