[Intro]
Yeah baby, it's Phil Cassesse; we're back live on Night Talk
Talking about dirtbag derelict R.A The Rugged Man
For the love of God somebody put a stop to this guy!

[Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimy, grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin' fights
Them dirty, crusty days
It's all good in paradise
Awoo woo woo woo!

[Verse 1: R.A.]
I was born to be the best to flow ever
I knew it before I hit puberty back when I was bumpin' Go Stetsa
I was hateful, I'd punch you in the face for sayin' hi to me
But today I try to chill out and not react so violently
People ask is it possible to be positive when most your life
You was the opposite, could a negative pessimist be an optimist?
Known for being fat, being crazy and always cursin'
That was just my reputation, I was even worse in person
Robbin' schemin' and scammin' and rootin' and tootin' and shootin'
Peace to me was an illusion, beefin' was my only solution
I was banned from performing at mad places
I was known for leavin' them bleedin'
And breaking bottles on fans' faces
Self-depracatin' unsavory, I needed medication majorly
I was sinking in moral degradation and depravity
Addicted to hookers I was an animal wreckin' shit
The amount of pussy I paid for I probably could have fixed the national deficit
I was fist fightin' fans in mosh pits
Busy beating people unconscious with speakers
Instead of making pop hits
My life!
[Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimy, grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin' fights
Them dirty, crusty days
It's all good in paradise
Awoo woo woo woo!
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Hands up!

[Verse 2: R.A.]
I made game changin' recordings, never took precautions
I lost all of my endorsements, always beefin' with law enforcements
Gun totin' grenade holdin', fights that I'm in, I'm winnin' em
But I'm getting older
I'm trying to keep the ignorance to the minimum
I still smack up any fan that act up
But I don't put them in a hospital
I just get 'em to behave and back up
I used to urinate on women now I take 'em to dinners
Don't mean to disappoint most of my degenerate listeners
Used to be in whore houses beggin' for freebies
Bumpin' the Beasties in my tighty whitey BVD's, throwin' feces
Fans are like "what did Rugged man go soft?
What they got him pumped up on Prozac or Zoloft?"
Yeah, I'm mad negative, you want positivity
Now I'm doing conscious records with Talib Kweli
My belly full of hunger, my heart full of hatred
It was hard to take it, I could barely make it, hard to escape it
I had to get my head off of that hate shit
Always wanted to go apeshit and break shit
Getting groupies and strippers naked that's the life I created
The party!
[Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimy, grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin' fights
Them dirty, crusty days
It's all good in paradise
Awoo woo woo woo!
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Hands up!

[Verse 3: R.A.]
I used to curse God, but now I rather say a prayer to him
My life was a modern Sodom Gomorrah, livin' in ruin
Our hearts was ice cold, never thought that we would open ours
Rollin' with coked up stock brokers with broken cigars
Rollin' in stolen cars, we was Hip-Hop's brokest stars
Road rage, break your windshield with bats and crowbars
We had specially built treadmills for training the pitbulls
I had thirteen knives and four pistols, quick to hit fools
Now I shake hands sign autographs, I'm friendly
I used to hate fans, everyone to me was my enemy
Now when I'm out with some fine females
I might head to a fancy French restaurant, sip wine and eat snails
Used to smack chicks in the face with my dick
And make the whore spread
Now I tuck my girl into bed and kiss her on the forehead
I'm a chill dude now, at least I try to be
I calmed down, but don't try me
That ignorant kid, he's still livin' inside of me
The party!
[Chorus: Eamon, Irish Steve and Timbo King]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimy, grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin' fights
Them dirty, crusty days
It's all good in paradise
Awoo woo woo woo!
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Over and over the party stay jumpin'
Hands up!