[Intro: Mos Def & Kanye West]
This next guest.. is my man
Bringing him back, its a pleasure to have him here
Please give it for my brother Kanye.. West
Uh.. Let me start by..
Thanking you know.. for allowing me to come back because this is one of the important days in the year to me... next to y'know Christmas, my mother's birthday and my birthday y'know
Now here goes the story...
My momma calls me and she says "Baby, I'm down in Miami and they playin' your song all day long. You making a lot of money right now. So when you on the tour I know there's gonna be lot of girls out there tryna throw you their pussy"
(haha) I mean that's how my momma talks with me
She says "Baby, imma want you to put on three rubbers cause I don't want no girl out there fucking up our money

[Verse: Kanye West]
Eighteen years, eighteen years
She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years
I know a n***a payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV any given Sunday
Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money
She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money
She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money
Should've got that insured, Geico for your money
If you ain't no punk
Holla, "We want prenup! We want prenup!" (Yeah!)
It's somethin' that you need to have
‘Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half
Eighteen years, eighteen years
She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years
And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his!
Maaan! he killed that bitch, they gave him 25 years, 25 years
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..