Verse One: Phife Dawg 

Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
This honey ripped me off of my loot case
The car oh yeah theres money in my jacket
Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it
Yo tip I tell you man the devils trying it
But Im goin to stay strong cause I aint bying it
Tonight Im taking Sherry out
I dont have jack to wear
You know Ive got to look dipped in the freshest gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I think I caught up on the phone
Oh [bad word] Im trying it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think Ill pull out my super ? and serve this
My little brother wants Barney, cool Im getting it
Took him down to Kay-Bee, they aint sellin it
Here we go with the crying, yo hes throwing fits
My blood pressure blowing up, I cant take this [bad word] Finally got what he wanted now hes good to go
Again the robers smashed, weres my radio?
One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see...
They had no mercy on the car oh you [bad word] kill me
Where the [bad word] can Nicki be? Im goin to smack her up
I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
I need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phone
Pulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo Sheelas home
Steady smiling like a mother yo Im wrecked to bone
Went down on hun, shes in the red zone
Stressed out more than one could ever be
Forever trying to clear the sample for my new LP
With all these trials and tribulations yo Ive been affected 
And to top it off, Starks got ejected

Refrain

Verse Two: Phife Dawg 

Just last week my girl was stressing me
Now her best friend be underssing me
Well I was lovin her by the moon lit
Now Im tricking on her like Kinte
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
Walking towards the car, [bad word] the [bad word] cops
Now Im station bound for the thai sticks
I bought it for my man, I dont believe this [bad word] Coach sat me down from the ball team
Cause I was breakin niggaz on the inseams
Some niggas cross town was trying to stick me
All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty
Picked up this gir in the hoopty
Just because of her rhymes she tried to soup me
Pay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hair
Who the [bad word] do you think I am, Mr. Belvedere?
Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cute
Even if you get me boots, youll neva see my loot
She wasnt even all of that just anothe hooker
Took the journey that [bad word] way, quick like Chucky Booker
Sometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin place
Just move from in front me with your botty face!

My man Mohammed in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
Zulu Nation in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
Sub Rock is in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
My man Skeff is in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
Jarobi White is in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
Bob Power in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
My man Eric in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
My man Lytcha in the house, huh [bad word] on [bad word] on]
[help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me........MUHAMMAD!!]