[Intro: Queen Latifah]
Massively, massively, massively massacre, Naughty By Nature
Through every time we comin' here to dance
My man Treacherous MC
Go on, let the saxophone man play a likkle
Make it lovely

[Verse 1: Treach]
You got beef with what we do? Talk to the bunny, sonny
He's the man, Bugs the thug with the money
Funny that you should mention, as my family, they're covered
What's up to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers?
Birds of a feather flap and fold'll be together
No matter what your whatever endeavor, find who's better
You, me, he, she, them, him, those, or others
Let's kill two ducks with one pluck, initiate the trouble
For those who disagree or maybe feel the need to front it
Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes, and I'ma run it
Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rollin' spreads
You claim you want it, but you need it just as 'bout as much as a hole in your head
This is a flower show, a pro that flowed a while ago
With a new swing of things, so bring it, sing, act like you know
And if you don't, you will by the time this track is done
Queen Latifah the sire, give 'em some, come

[Chorus: Queen Latifah]
Every time we comin' here to dance
Well, you know it's time for rum, yeah, man
Every time we comin' here to dance
Well, you know it's time for jam, ya know?
Every time we come, you know we come without a flock
Soon we all gon' see who ah the quickest out the door
The wickedest man, the wickedest man in dance
Well, you know I'm out for rum, come
[Verse 2: Treach]
118th Street keeps production, conjunction, junction nothin'
Huh, what's your function?
I don't mean to be blunt or front, true to rude
How can you diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey dude
So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good health
So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself
'Cause I ain't havin it, remember, act like you know
And if you can't act, jack, you best find the door
I hate a faker, traitor, slob a knob, I'll see you, gator
Hasta mañana, peace, as-salamu alaykum later
Yeah, you don't have a chance, boy, I'll see you next
This track is Kay Gee's baby and he named it "Def"
I'm smokin' enemies like chimneys, I ain't friendly
F*** your Fendi, I'm swingin' for your cotton kidney
Pimples are simple to pop, I want temples, ahk
They'll slop your rock, then more floppin' than a waffle spot
The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm
Damn good to be a no-good, hooded by
The wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
They call me the wickedest man alive, make 'em jump

[Chorus: Queen Latifah]
Every time we comin' here to dance
Well, you know it's time for rum, yeah, man
Every time we comin' here to dance
Well, you know it's time for jam, ya know?
Every time we come, you know we come without a flock
Soon we all gon' see who ah the quickest out the door
The wickedest man, the wickedest man in dance
Well, you know I'm out for rum, come
[Verse 3: Treach]
Gettin' and hittin' with an old-fashioned weapon when you're slippin, I got time
Try to stand and get ran like a stop sign
The bad just got worse within one verse
Put the she verse in reverse and it's fellas first
Wreckin' is second, so back with your wack disc
Burn candle after candle, and you still couldn't wax this
I be the wickedest while you're still the wackest
I need wallpaper to list what your track missed
This is a double-decker from the head-wrecker, neck and head checker
Check a check and who's def? Who's left you?
Standin' back cannin' you, plan to stay back
I'm down with Kay tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack
I have you every which way but loose, blowin' your soundproof
They statement to me is, "Thanks for givin' a neck noose"
This comes naturally all day and night
I make a party of all lefties leave screamin' out, "Alright"
Talkin' 'bout needin' a lot more work than you had
Twelve years, twelve hundred twelve inches and sold one
Who's gettin' done? Who's swifter? Who's badder?
You wouldn't be able to get down with some help and a step-ladder
This is another song, well, check out the style that I've
Picked and ripped, I be the wickedest man alive

[Outro: Queen Latifah]
Now, rude boy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC
Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew caught flame, man, ease up