[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Tha God Fahim]
And we really on straight-up ghetto, you know what I'm sayin'? It ain't no type of gimmick, or no type of sound effects or nothin'

Uh, uh
Where my n***as at? Where my bitches at?
Yo
Where the real ones at, yo? Uh
It's the muthafuckin' God, you know, comin' back with another one
You know I can't stop, you know what I'm saying
I just don't give a fuck
Yo, check it

[Verse]
I need a bank full of dollars, C.R.E.A.M, just to keep from going under
I wake a dragon from his slumber
Numbers get received, even a angel can deceive
Underachieve, the weight that the melanin bri—
Ayo, it's in my genes to rock Guess jeans, a .380 for the scheme
I shatter all emcees' dreams
It don't matter, all atoms get splattered in half
Fall into glass, I torch mics and turn 'em to ash, its bloodbath
The TEC psych 'em into slaughter
I'm slicin' up your wig like a barber
Bad barter, you Hollywood, I make a red carpet
Then fold you up, throw your body in a shark pit
Cold darkness, I leave your soul in the abyss
Your homies is pissed, 'cause nobody fuckin' with this
My Rollie the shit, you reach and get drenched
It was traumatic when it got intense
I'm fresh to death, like Doug E. Fresh
I go to kick it with A Tribe Called Quest
See what's up with Rakim, and DMX
Eminem, Too $hort, my n***a Mos Def
Jazzy Jeff, or Kool G, my n***a Gunn
Keisha Plum, Ghostface, and RZA, Sunn
The holy tongue, Nasir, and 18th
The Mac left pieces of man on white tees
Life After Death, The Chronic smokin' emcees
This H.B.O. vinyl I got worth mad Gs
This Flygod vinyl I got worth ten keys
This purple tape I got rockin' is fifty Ps
N***a please, you better off workin' at Mickey D's
Scrap your tape, abandon your CD
Block your video on MTV, you '03
In the now era, now you thinkin' you Kool G
Playing Jedi minds, you get your capital tapped
'Cause violence is designed when spittin' animal raps
I been illmatic, without a reasonable doubt
There's no doubt, Hell on Earth when I walk out the house
To get paid in full, I go through thirty-six chambers
Feel like a reject, too; I'm in danger
We seek black pearls in the city of anger, it's like a manga
How these devils try to tame ya
Tha God could never have his soul purchased
For African dollars, got me soul-searchin'
Uh
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & GZA]
You know what I'm sayin'? So we can end it on that, you know what I'm sayin'? When we rhyme—like, me? When I rhyme, when I get down for my crown? I come out crazy like a tiger or somethin, you know what I'm sayin'? Nobody can't even eff with me, [?], know what I'm sayin'? So that's how we comin', know what I'm sayin'?

We utilize our tongues against guns, you know what I'm sayin'?
We on it like that