[Intro]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
(Ayo, get the fuck out the studio with that bullshit)
Wait, wait
(Ayo, Gary Coleman)
I wanna finish counting
(Get your little fat Ron O'Neal afro ass in here, kick this shit)
No, don't kick me out, I'm not finished

Oh boy, it's big trouble in the place
I'm in the place, I'm in the place, I'm in the place
I'm in the place, I'm in the rashole place
I'm in the place, I'm in the place, I'm in the place
I'm in the place, I'm in the ras—
I'm in the place, I'm in the place, I'm in the place
Check it, yo, check it, uh

[Verse 1]
Just when you thought you was nice
In comes the rude boy that they call Phife
Since the year of '89, I've been around the world twice
And everywhere I go, they say the same shit (That kid is nice)
Gotta give a shout to my everyday peeps
The ones who knew the time, the ones who never did sleep
'89 twas the year when I entered the game
Nobody knew my face, nobody knew my name
But I knew from day one that this here wasn't games
Gots to do this 'cause I love this, so mother-eff the fame
Gotta represent with the correct mindframe
Since Tip and De La put me on, hip-hop has never been the same
My eyebrows lift when Tip or Sha' say "Kick a rhyme"
I simply go for broke, because I'm no joke
I learned to freestyle early because I couldn't afford a pencil
Or better yet a dime that I could lend to Mr. Wendell
A lot of emcees talk 'bout they want fi take me out
They figured I'd lose my touch just because me down south
But you know good and well that Malik ain't havin' that
I could live in friggin' Greece, still in all, I won't slack
I'm sayin' though, my brother, you know there ain't no other
So tell your main chick that the Diggy still love ya
Got that raw daddy flow, my idol's Maya Angelou
And by all means I'm gettin' paid 'cause Mighty Lighty said so
I drop you emcees in a line like a game of dominoes
So here we go, here we go, here we go
Yes, see, in the East we gets biz
Phife Diggy is the man, kid, whoomp there it is
Gots to give a shout to Walt, since '87, he's had my back
Pa dukes, ma dukes, my little brother named Zack
My main purpose in life is to be no one but Phife
Just when you thought you was nice, a'ight
[Refrain]
Now if you think that I'm gonna be good to you
And if you think that I got what you need
Sure, you're right
(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay
Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)
Well, if you think that I'm gonna be good to you
And if you think that I got what you need
Sure, you're right
(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay
Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)

[Verse 2]
I ain't got nothin' but the battle raps fallin' out my mouthpiece
I cannot let this style leave me, 'cause if you think that's what made me
Mad emcees tried to play me one time or another
But see, that same mother-- wants me to put on his brother
I'm that same emcee from when you did not wanna hear me (Yep)
But hopped The Love with Midnight and Low End Theory
Oh boy, how things change when you're nice with yours
"Hey, Phife Dawg, you the man" — please get your hands off my paws (Beat it)
Not to be stink or nothin' but most of y'all just be frontin'
Whatever happened to realism or constructive criticism?
Hip-hop unity, dude — ain't we all in this together?
But I guess brothers got themselves to better, so whatever
Stuck on self as in delf, delf as in dolo
Dolo as in solo, biting lyrics is a no-no
Some of y'all will say it's nice, some of y'all will say that it sucks
But at day's end, you chase my ass like Good Humor ice cream truck
And now it's evident and clear that you're all on my jock
For a toasted almond pop, you'll go far up the block
You little sucker, and let's not forget I chocolate eclairs
And strawberry shortcakes, too, motherf— (What, what, what)
[Refrain]
Well, if you think that I'm gonna be good to you
And if you think that I got what you need
Sure, you're right
(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay
Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)
Well, if you think that I'm gonna be good to you
And if you think that I got what you need
Sure, you're right
(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay
Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)
If you think that I'm gonna be good to you
And if you think that I got what you need
Sure, you're right
(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay
Phife Diggy got somethin' for you, baby)
(Uh-huh, you got the right one, baby)
If you think that I'm gonna be good to you
And if you think that I got what you need
Sure, you're right
(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay
Mutty Ranks got somethin' always, every day, like what)

[Outro]
Well, if you that I'm gonna be good to you
Good to you, good to you
Crazy good to you, good—, good to you
I make it good to you, good to you
To all the girls in the house, I make it good to you
Good to you, good to you
All the fellas know what time it is, we good to you
My n***a Fudge Love, yeah, he good to you
To all my New York brothers, yes, you're feelin' it (Good to you)
To my peeps in Syracuse, yep, you're feelin' it (Good to you)
ATL represent, yep, good to you
(Tear shit up, Cincinnati, L.A.)
Q-U-double E-N to the S
(Around my way, we don't play)
It means we fresh, nevertheless
(Indianapolis, can't tackle this or act on this)
Phife Diggy dawg is the motherfreakin' best, ah
(Don't, chigga, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't ever try to battle this)
Step off with that garbage