Rah Digga

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie you should know better.." - (C. Mayfield))
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - (C. Mayfield))

Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

(Rah Digga)
Poppin' for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)

(Busta Rhymes)
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Betta (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something)

(Busta) Flood it up
(Digga) Whip it up
(Busta) Smoke it up
(Digga) Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up

(Chorus)
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK

(Rah Digga)
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get's saved when I bless the child
Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow

(Busta) Hold up
(Digga) Run on
(Busta) Get up
(Digga) Come on

(Busta Rhymes)
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I'm from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin' it) movin' (go head) and get your (thug on)

(Rah Digga)
(What on) earth possesed y'all to try a lil' (drunk) lil' (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo' and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga)

(Busta Rhymes)
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

(Chorus)

(Rah Digga)
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell,
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y'all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin' with me?

(Busta Rhymes)
Top niggas better give props nigga
('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped)
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga

(Digga) Spillin' it
(Busta) Feelin' it
(Digga) Killin' it
(Busta) Come on!

(Rah Digga)
The hardest MC don't want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

(Busta) Look it up
(Digga) Cook it up
(Busta) Shook it up
(Digga) Book it up

(Busta Rhymes)
When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

(Chorus)

[Rah Digga:]
Yeah Rah Digga
First lady of the flipmode squad
First lady of the outsidaz, Jamelia
The collaboration is going down
UK meets the states
Some more Rocky Balboa Ish going down
Right here (oooh oooh)
Uh uh uh uh uh hey ladies
I wanna take this time to talk
To all my sisters out there
All my independent, hardworking sisters
Who don't need nothing from no man
Got their own business going down
You know what I'm saying?
But theres always that one brother out there
That just turn you out
You know what I'm saying
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah we goin' talk about him right now

[Verse 1:]
I've never seen somebody
Do to me what you do
Never been close to the edge nearly
Lose my cool
I'm usually Miss Inde-pendant
But I'm hung up on you
I think you're all that
How you feel about all that?
I'm kinda thinking that you feel it too and:

[Bridge:]
I know (uh uh) you know
We know where this should go and
I know (uh uh) you know
You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and
I can't let you pass me by
Just fly out of my life
With no goodbyes
Yeah yeah, alright
Let me see your hands in the air

[Chorus:]
Da B, da O, da U, da T
It is what you are baby
Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine?
Da B, da O, da O, da M
I feel I need to get with him
See you so fine
I want your time
Tell me what you wanna do

[Verse 2:]
I need to know
What's up with you
Do you got a girl
And is she true?
I'm feeling that you don't because
Because
You got my hand in yours right now
Feel my walls breaking down
I got my own flat
How you feel about that?
Feel I should introduce the two of you and:

[Bridge:]
I know (uh uh) you know
We know where this should go and
I know (uh uh) you know
You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and
I can't let you pass me by
Just fly out of my life
With no goodbyes
Yeah yeah, alright
Let me see your hands in the air

[Chorus:]
Da B, da O, da U, da T
It is what you are baby
Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine?
Da B, da O, da O, da M
I feel I need to get with him
See you so fine
I want your time
Tell me what you wanna do

Oh my god
Look at him

[Rah Digga:]
Look at honey over there
With the savoir faire
Got the girlies all pimpin'
But he really don't care
Postin' in the whip, shortie boom a trip
If he bout like I'm bout
We can take a little dip
That's me and you right
If you feeling my vibe
Got sister girl open
Ain't no need to lie
Any type way how
Me jocking your style
You know you got it goin' on
But I peeped your file
(I know) uh huh (you know)
I ain't tryin' to be a sucker for nobody
(I know) uh huh (I know)
Can't wait for the day to play with your body
I know you're nothing but trouble
And I might get hurt if my feelings start to bubble
But I'll just have to work it out
Peep everything else right now
You da Bout boy

[Chorus 3x]

[Rah Digga:]
Yeah Rah Digga
First lady of the flipmode squad
First lady of the outsidaz, Jamelia
The collaboration is going down
UK meets the states
Some more Rocky Balboa Ish going down
Right here (oooh oooh)
Uh uh uh uh uh hey ladies
I wanna take this time to talk
To all my sisters out there
All my independent, hardworking sisters
Who don't need nothing from no man
Got their own business going down
You know what I'm saying?
But theres always that one brother out there
That just turn you out
You know what I'm saying
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah we goin' talk about him right now

[Verse 1:]
I've never seen somebody
Do to me what you do
Never been close to the edge nearly
Lose my cool
I'm usually Miss Inde-pendant
But I'm hung up on you
I think you're all that
How you feel about all that?
I'm kinda thinking that you feel it too and:

[Bridge:]
I know (uh uh) you know
We know where this should go and
I know (uh uh) you know
You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and
I can't let you pass me by
Just fly out of my life
With no goodbyes
Yeah yeah, alright
Let me see your hands in the air

[Chorus:]
Da B, da O, da U, da T
It is what you are baby
Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine?
Da B, da O, da O, da M
I feel I need to get with him
See you so fine
I want your time
Tell me what you wanna do

[Verse 2:]
I need to know
What's up with you
Do you got a girl
And is she true?
I'm feeling that you don't because
Because
You got my hand in yours right now
Feel my walls breaking down
I got my own flat
How you feel about that?
Feel I should introduce the two of you and:

[Bridge:]
I know (uh uh) you know
We know where this should go and
I know (uh uh) you know
You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and
I can't let you pass me by
Just fly out of my life
With no goodbyes
Yeah yeah, alright
Let me see your hands in the air

[Chorus:]
Da B, da O, da U, da T
It is what you are baby
Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine?
Da B, da O, da O, da M
I feel I need to get with him
See you so fine
I want your time
Tell me what you wanna do

Oh my god
Look at him

[Rah Digga:]
Look at honey over there
With the savoir faire
Got the girlies all pimpin'
But he really don't care
Postin' in the whip, shortie boom a trip
If he bout like I'm bout
We can take a little dip
That's me and you right
If you feeling my vibe
Got sister girl open
Ain't no need to lie
Any type way how
Me jocking your style
You know you got it goin' on
But I peeped your file
(I know) uh huh (you know)
I ain't tryin' to be a sucker for nobody
(I know) uh huh (I know)
Can't wait for the day to play with your body
I know you're nothing but trouble
And I might get hurt if my feelings start to bubble
But I'll just have to work it out
Peep everything else right now
You da Bout boy

[Chorus 3x]

[Rah Digga:]
Yeah Rah Digga
First lady of the flipmode squad
First lady of the outsidaz, Jamelia
The collaboration is going down
UK meets the states
Some more Rocky Balboa Ish going down
Right here (oooh oooh)
Uh uh uh uh uh hey ladies
I wanna take this time to talk
To all my sisters out there
All my independent, hardworking sisters
Who don't need nothing from no man
Got their own business going down
You know what I'm saying?
But theres always that one brother out there
That just turn you out
You know what I'm saying
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah we goin' talk about him right now

[Verse 1:]
I've never seen somebody
Do to me what you do
Never been close to the edge nearly
Lose my cool
I'm usually Miss Inde-pendant
But I'm hung up on you
I think you're all that
How you feel about all that?
I'm kinda thinking that you feel it too and:

[Bridge:]
I know (uh uh) you know
We know where this should go and
I know (uh uh) you know
You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and
I can't let you pass me by
Just fly out of my life
With no goodbyes
Yeah yeah, alright
Let me see your hands in the air

[Chorus:]
Da B, da O, da U, da T
It is what you are baby
Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine?
Da B, da O, da O, da M
I feel I need to get with him
See you so fine
I want your time
Tell me what you wanna do

[Verse 2:]
I need to know
What's up with you
Do you got a girl
And is she true?
I'm feeling that you don't because
Because
You got my hand in yours right now
Feel my walls breaking down
I got my own flat
How you feel about that?
Feel I should introduce the two of you and:

[Bridge:]
I know (uh uh) you know
We know where this should go and
I know (uh uh) you know
You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and
I can't let you pass me by
Just fly out of my life
With no goodbyes
Yeah yeah, alright
Let me see your hands in the air

[Chorus:]
Da B, da O, da U, da T
It is what you are baby
Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine?
Da B, da O, da O, da M
I feel I need to get with him
See you so fine
I want your time
Tell me what you wanna do

Oh my god
Look at him

[Rah Digga:]
Look at honey over there
With the savoir faire
Got the girlies all pimpin'
But he really don't care
Postin' in the whip, shortie boom a trip
If he bout like I'm bout
We can take a little dip
That's me and you right
If you feeling my vibe
Got sister girl open
Ain't no need to lie
Any type way how
Me jocking your style
You know you got it goin' on
But I peeped your file
(I know) uh huh (you know)
I ain't tryin' to be a sucker for nobody
(I know) uh huh (I know)
Can't wait for the day to play with your body
I know you're nothing but trouble
And I might get hurt if my feelings start to bubble
But I'll just have to work it out
Peep everything else right now
You da Bout boy

[Chorus 3x]

Yeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, y'all
AAAAHHHH Shit
Bricks

See me on the block with tha chromed out drop
Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top
'Tight' rippin through tha hood
Blow up the whole spot
With tha system
TV
?Foremon?
EASY!!

Working the scene on the quest for lime green
Steady puffin on brown just for the time being
Battle raps on cock I get all up in your ear
Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous

Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar
Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance
Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans
Say fuck y'all!!
Groupies
Do Me
TRULY

Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living
Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givins
Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin
Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin

[Hook]
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it up
FLOOD IT UP
Whip it up
WHIP IT UP
Smoke it up
SMOKE IT UP
Trick it up
TRICK IT UP

VIP area
Certain heads get in
Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in
Weed on delivery, everybody chip in
Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it

Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen?'
Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight jeans
My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos
After one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!!

Now, this for my real live underground cats
who be checkin for the rhymes
not checkin for the track
Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack
Say fuck dat!!
FUCK DAT!!
Fuck Dat!!
FUCK DAT!!

My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics
Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights
Ya motherfuckas crazy telling 'Git Da Git'
Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick

[Hook]

For those who want to whip it
For those who want to flood it
For those who want to buy it
For those who want to dub it
For those who want the sexy
For those who want the rugged
Say Digga
DIGGA
Hardcore
SLUGGERS

Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster
A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters
For those who want to smoke it
For those who want to trick it
For those who want to hate me
niggas know where they can stick it

[Hook] 2x

Yo Yo Yo Yo
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
What was it like try'na get up in the game
Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes
Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version
Now tell everybody what be going through your mind
Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right
Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic
Make sure they got water stay steady with the light
And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight
Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp
How we be rolling, when we work and we lam
Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six
And another set of caps double that in the Bricks
Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
Now tell everybody what be going through your brains
Celeb chick up in the rap game
Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane
Take a whole lot of money
Fuck around and ride the train
Say my voice too maley, can't understand me
No album out superbitch won a Grammy


Chorus:
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)


Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block
In New Jerus where the crime don't stop
See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins
Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims
Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way
Who like to hustle
Lose scams everyday
Type of chicks hit first
Even let they kids curse
Get a check every month
Day job as a nurse
I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers
So I'ma get slick
Evict they own man running
Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash
Drinking all type of goodies
Sending heads on a run
Everytime I pass a L
Here comes another one
Now bitch got the munchies
Making heads front me
Dipping in the dro
Niggas fuck around and jump me
Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock
Now where we headed when the block get hot
Now we speeding on the Ave.
Puffing on lots of gandas
Pumping Jay shit
Somebody got Nastradamus
Kicking one-liners
Car full of rhymers
Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us
Now tell everybody where you heard it all first
Type of shit going into Digga verse
Say intellect punch lines
Kill 'em all one time
Voice still crazy
Even when I kick my fun rhymes
Digga supreme
Clientele like ghost faces
Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases


Chorus:
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)

Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin' all y'all punk crews
Y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use
And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked
I'm fresher than that and that new shit you tryin' to write

Like mita, mita, name not Rashita
Battle on the streets so when I'm playin' senorita
Spend a few peso on some chili con queso
Thinkin' how I used to wax rappers back that eso

Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron
Wit a nigga tryin' to chew my tampon with my pants on
I'm gettin' money off the books like I'm Beatnuts
Make 'em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups

Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka
Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker
Word to my godfather, who bombs harder
Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

Some people say when I drink I don't act right
Raisin' my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight
Or in my travels, grabbin' slices from S'Barro's
Eyein' fake niggas like they intimate apparel

20,000 seaters, heads givin' me pounds
Even beggin' me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge
Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya
Playin' me close so I can hook you up with Busta

Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo
More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo
With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa
Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca

Why you take it there? 'Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi
And when I freestyle you ain't gon' hear it on my CD
Money management 'cuz I'm grown up and older now
Drinkin' mad low and brow, tell 'em how it's goin' down

Bricks, Bricks 'cuz I was born in the Bricks
Bricks, Bricks and shit is on in the Bricks
Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to
But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle

Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks
Bricks, Bricks and I'm the mack in the Bricks
Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards
And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

All you MC's better stand your ground
'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
(Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga)

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Strom

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea
Flipmode
Busta Rhymes
Rah Digga
The Inauguration
(New Busta Rhymes!!!)
Yea, yea ha ha ha yea
(Feat Rah Digga)
What
Give it to me
All my nggaz
Where you at now?

[Busta Rhymes]
Check me
When we arrive in the spot
Who the fuck you think fazin'
We amazing and we blazin' nigga
And while we blow shit every time
Fully equipped for the occasion
While we dazin', and we grazin' niggaz
Make you leak and drip
Till your body shelves up faggots
Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggaz
Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position
While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggaz
I have a hard time with wack niggaz talkin'
Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit!
Cause when we march and high-step in the spot
Niggaz love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit!
And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
Ya'll niggaz aint really dropin nothin'
Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!)
Now to ya'll funny niggaz talkin' your talk
Ya'll niggaz aint even really coppin' nothin'
Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'

[Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes]
All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks
Getting' money say it! (ho)
Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)

All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)

All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

[Rah Digga]
Say 1 for the dirty
2 for hard core
3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer
I be comin' to ya' live!
Fuck up your whole circuit
Make rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth it
Don't really need to brag
Cause these streets a tell
Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well
Say fuck the world
Who ever aint feelin' me
Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary
The illest with form
I'm the illest on the norm
The illest on my barn (?)
The illest on the song
Any type wanna yap or think they can rap
I'm a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big Cap
Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro
The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa!
Make it hot, flow it down
Like some hoers, you can lift this
And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it

[Chorus 2-Busta Rhymes]
All my niggaz that be ridin' on 20's
And gettinn' money say it! (ho)
Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)

All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)

All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now we don't give a fuck
We serious nigga
We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, nigga please, nigga what now?
Music just for niggaz backin' they jaws
Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga what now?

[Rah Digga]
Digga, digga, digga
Type of swing only Rah could bring
I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing
Trantin' niggaz to threads, like white boys in kegs
Cuss words and verbs
Going over niggaz heads

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners
Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now!
Ya'll mothafuckas really think you can manage
What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of?what the fuck now!

[Rah Digga]
Digga, digga, digga
Ripped shit since the 80's
You taken me like if, and, mazin'
Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy
Couldn't write a wack rhyme if a mothafucka paid me

[Chores 1]

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
You know how we do things
Word up!

Rah Digga
The Harriet Tubman of hip hop has returned baby
C'mon!

(Verse 1)
I be that bitch niggas wantin in the lab
Rhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cab
Fingerin the man tryin to tap into his feelings
A misguided soul so aint checkin for the lyrics
Many different players, only one hold the ball
Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol
With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart
Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts
Follow me now, as I build my fanbases
Makin rappers worry like they got open cases
Harriet Thugman, y'all can see shit through
Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two
I be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus
The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus
Do away cats with the same ol' whack
Lead a nation up north where the real party at
A place where we spray when our asses get older
No shots in the choke, no gettin pulled over
A place where graffiti aint considered a crime
And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime
A land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people
Black presidents, and all the weed legal
No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry
Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries

Rah-rah-rah Digga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out now uh
Dirty Harriet!
Dirty Harriet!
Dirty Harriet! Yeah!
Where's my sisters?
Where's my sisters?
This one's for the brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Said I be rappin' for da ladies
What's up ladies?
But this one's for da brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Yeah check it out now

Now I'm the baby in the family
And I got three siblings
Three older brothers and we trying to make a living
So we hustle and we bubble
And we coming up fast
Ain't gon' never be the same
Since mom and pops past
The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt
Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now
Nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route
Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything
Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings
Walk daddy's footsteps and career same speed
Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed
(Uh-oh) But something happened on the job, he started snappin'
Problems with the wifee, winging out and started cappin'
Tried to turn himself in just to make things right
Ended up taking flight cause he's not the jail type

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)

Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer
Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to
Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face
Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case
Probably cause he wanted to be the baby in the family
Drinking with his friends, macking up
Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when I heard the ill
My physical got killed
Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal
Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough
And on the block round the clock
Niggas ain't seen nothing
Yeah right
Never seen a brother more determined or eager
Moms and pops couldn't see it
Now we not gonna see it either

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)

Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm
Some say part depressed some say part deformed
Record unclean since his early teens
In and out the youth house
Playing all the crime scenes
Early hangin' with fiends smoking all types of things
He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams
From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long
Bugged out when he was little
Now he big that was wrong
Little too early had to kick him out the house
He just wanted some attention that's what dad was all about
He used to bust down the door
Moms cry, pops fight
Even family counseling couldn't make this shit right
Word on the street every body want to do him
>From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin'
Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload?
How much longer sis got before the last brother gone
OH NO!

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because?
Rah Digga?remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
Rah Digga, rah digga

[Outro]
Peace y'all this is the first lady of the Flipmode Squad
Rah Digga (Uh-huh)
I want to take this time out to say thanks to everybody
Who went out and copped my shit
For those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy
I suggest you go handle your BI
Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next
Flipmode Squad album (Okay) the Rulership album (Okay)
I want to plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP?Anarchy
And I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey)
Ya know what I mean? Bricks City all day (Night Life)
Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deep
Try-na sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever
Fuck all y'all alright cause
This is me, this is who I be
This is my voice and you got no choice
And on that note I just wanted to say
Cheers to another thousand years
Of shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'all
Dirty Harriet!
But before I forget don't touch that dial y'all
Make sure y'all stay tune to check out
These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with

[Wyclef]
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now
He said, I was born a crack baby
In a plastic bag in the alley
Raised in a foster home
With no mother to love and I never knew my papi
Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin
Used to sing don't worry, be happy
Lord how can I be happy
When I don't even know my own family tree Lord

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Wyclef]
Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers
Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher
The teacher let them know that it ain't all good
Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now
All you red now, all you blue now
All you yellow now, follow me now
To that place of righteousness
Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Wyclef]
In my father's kingdom there are many mansions
All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection
I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham
Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man

[Scarface]
I've been kicked, I've been stabbed
I've been shot, I've been ? by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back
My mind playing tricks ?, to really ?
Me out in five unless I take another hit
I done seen the sun set on the other side of town
Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down
? ? ? but I know I'm born dying
Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying
For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while
And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child
While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan
In this cold dark world with no patience
We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing
The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Rah Digga]
Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing
The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation
Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements
No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements
Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor
Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh
Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets
Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it
Metal detectors replace music classes
Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose
Reality TV be reality for who
I don't question what the Lord found in me
I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries
Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us
Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop
Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza
Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer
Scrooge, still look good without ruge
My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit
Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
Money, money, money, how we blaze
Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude
Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube

HOOK:
In the showdown, how it go down
Get the flow down, watch it go down
How it go down, in the showdown
Gettin closed down, watch em go down
In the showdown, how it go down
Put your dough down, watch it go down

[Verse 2]
I'm representin bitches 'round the way
We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay
I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs
With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins
I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end
House on the hill with my publishin deal
Shows pay the bills, make it all connect
And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check
Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex


After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex
Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death
And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X
Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now
Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown
Tell me now 'cause that's how I ball
'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul

HOOK

[Verse 3]
Peace to all my peoples in mission
Peace to peoples with they license suspended
Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks
Who aint tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks
What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy
Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki
I'm smokin damn good and chokey black
Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back
I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose
And always be around like I was afros
Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me
Risin to the top 'cause that's how momma raised me
Now that the message is embedded
The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it
Hold up baby 'cause that's when you lost
Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross

HOOK

(feat. Canibus, Guess Who, Rah Digga, Redman)

[Rah Digga]
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin
Prosecution set it with your opening statement

[Canibus]
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'wanna
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal killed my baby's father!]
[Rah Digga]
Order in the court!
[Canibus]
I'm sorry for the outburst your honor
I have an original copy of the police report
January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm
Baliff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle
Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened

[Superb]
Yeah he killed Tyrone
I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose and everything
The worst shit I saw in my life
I wanna testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie

[Canibus]
Did you see that man in court today?
Do you think that you could point him out?
[Superb]
Yes that's him right there
[Canibus]
Are you sure?
[Superb]
Yeah without a doubt
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I aint hold no grudge
Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood
[Canibus]
You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before
In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
[Redman]
Your honor, objection!
His opinion should be stricken from the record!
[Rah Digga]
Objection sustained, prosecution next question

[Canibus]
I'd like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour
Paul could tell us what happened inside the store?

[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class
Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
And quicker that you could say, nigga kiss my ass
He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor
Yo I swore I was a goner for sure
He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet
It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn't let him take it
[Canibus]
Is that the moment when he shot him?
[Scarred 4 Life]
Yeah man that's when he popped him
I was so scared I laid there, played possum
He started to blast this way, til the gat was empty
He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor
I can't remember no more, that's all that...

[Canibus]
Okay, okay calm down
I have no further questions your honor

[Rah Digga]
Court is now in session, now gettin back to business
Pat Haley for defense please call your first witness

[Redman]
Yeah aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace
He's the witness that I'm cross examinin for the case

[Guess Who]
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It happened so fast, I didn't see alot of it
But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus

[Redman]
Wait, wait, wait objection your honor, his statement's preposterous
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages
Remember Mr. Henry Lace you under oath [yeah I know]
You lyin in the stand to get him fryin in the pan
Now where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone
You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home
Was you mad because he came home bangin your chick [what you talkin 'bout?]
Got your boys out the hood now they slangin and shit
I know you mad that's why you in court, turnin on him
Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone

[Guess Who]
Man you crazy man I was right there... [Redman- Yeah right... I read your rapsheet...
Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk...
[Sticky Fingaz]
No he wasn't! He's lyin! Fuck you you liar!
Man fuck that he's lyin he wasn't even there man!
[He killed Tyrone man! Fuck that!] No I didn't!
Man he's lyin man! He's lyin

[Rah Digga]
Order in the court now I'm warning you defense
Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench
Counsel in my chambers so that we can situate
Let the jury be excused so they can go deliberate...

[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo man, Mr. Haley what kind of defense is this man!
What you doin man?! She gon' fuckin hang me man!
No! Sh-she's got it in for me I'm tellin you man!
You promised you'd get me off man!

[Rah Digga]
In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it
Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict
GUILTY all counts from theft to murder one
[Sticky Fingaz- Huh? Wha-wha-what?! GUILTY?!]
By the time you gettin out you gon' have a grandson

[Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you Pat Haley!!
[Rah Digga- What?! Get him out of my courtroom!!]
Fuck the judge, fuck everybody!!
[Rah Digga- Baliff, baliff remove him from my courtroom...]
Fuck this shit!! I hope you all burn in hell!!!
You're gonna die bitch!! Fuck you!!!
[Rah Digga]
You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this!
You will be held for contempt of court, and anything else I can find that....

Yeah, Rah Digga.. Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, check it

[And I] And I say what's tight
cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night
Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
with doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]
So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive
off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage
I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
for takin mad niggaz titles!
Wetter than a resevoir; lurking in the bushes
striking blows like Chesamar(?) code-name Hasana
Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana

[Chorus]
Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight
[Tight] Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco
I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel
Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT
Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's
I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS
Call me Sheik Digga
Plotting over loops like the eight figures
Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God
[What?] that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover
[Chop] And I won't stop for Jake
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
[NOW] Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you
Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls
Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls

[Chorus]

WHO THE TIGHTEST? I rock with laryngitis
Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest
So don't try me cause I be the bitch [I swear]
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
[Yeah] I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott
Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid
'cause I get you open like the comin of the Pope
when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
[Peace, peace] Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit
My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin
[We pros] I decompose, any rapper to the bone
Down to they X and why chromosome
So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics [Bow, bitch]
'cause I'll be the only one salvaged
Number one imported like Beck's
Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX

[Chorus 2X]

Tight, tight, aight?
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight.. TIGHT!
Tight, tight aight?
And the plans is tight
Tight..
[Busta] One, two, three, BO!

One two "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"

[Rah Digga]
For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers
Cheers!
Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!
Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore
(Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name
I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic
Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it

[Chorus] 4x
The are-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)

[Rah Digga]
I'm primetime, you a local on cable
I battle you on yo' shit and then waste your label
Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy
Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family
(For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation
Less rhymin years, less formal education
Gettin less spins than a BBS
Less hype in the streets and you writin even less
(Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy
(Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me
Less knowhow, more hoe now
Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is
Yappin all day bout who crew the best
Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess
Continue to bless any track that come this way
Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe

Chorus 4x

"Niggas" "Do you think" [Rah Digga]
"Flipmode" [Busta Rhymes]
"Digga on the track" [Rah]
"Words worth a million" [Jay-Z]
"Represent" [Biggie] "Yo" [Prodigy]
"Strike-strike hard" [Canibus]

[Rah Digga]
Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan
Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin
Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone
Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on
(Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach
Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach
I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana
Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners
Call the dopest MC my little junior
Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna
Mad, what I say go, be

(Rah Digga)
Megahertz

(Verse 1)
Another day in the life, kickin' for all thug bunnies
Paper chase them self, or say man blood money
Schemin' ass honey tryin' to get my shine
Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind
Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order
Swingin' with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter
Five in the whip, we like to flow thick
CD's in a clip, let's take a road trip
Sayin' what we gonna do now, dice some trees
Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez
We conceited asses, wavin' to the masses
Cats doin' wheelies on they bikes fly past us
Headin' to the mall or maybe to Phil's
Steady cruisin' down 5th, through one chat and the grill
Stores closin', down goes the sun
Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun

(Hook)
(Ah, ooh)
Yeah y'all, you know what's goin' down
Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town
Wildin' out see ya layin' all on the ground
Mre heat and there's plenty to go around
Party people come shake it over here, just bounce
Got chu' throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce
Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce
Blowin' the spot up like we don't care (Ah, ooh)

(Verse 2)
Now we done huffed about an ounce up
R and Gina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer
The second round's on me, D-I-G
The third is your's, come time to mop the dance floor
See, we ain't payin' so debt that due
Cali clubs be the shit, since they close at two
I'm a socializer, y'all know my steez
Whether mountin' at Spagra or grimey at Speed
Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes
Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines
Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style
First lady profile, no more chicks allowed
Sayin' what we gonna do now, blow the set
Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet
But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar
I'm the real ghetto superstar

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
We bring the night to a close
Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows
What we gonna do now, take it down
No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!)
Come on swing with me if ya able
Corner reserved and they gotta pool table
The music jumpin' better than the club
Champagne in the house, every DJ show love
But all good things must come to end
Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp
Just when ya thought it couldn't get no thicker
Shorty gotta hurl, says she can't hold liquor
Food gettin' dropped off first, please
Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D's
Peace, peace y'all here's one for the road
Hit me off on the jack for the next episode

(Hook x2)

Ha, once again
First and only female representin, yeah
Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what

Now I'ma tell it like it aint never been told
With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs
With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs
Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that
Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny
Now they ass catching bricks like the f**kin crash dummies

I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin, worse than armageddon
Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin
Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline
Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin
Educated, rhymes pre-meditated
Over niggas heads while they out percolatin
Spot datin, block money I could take in
Drops on the box like I was ovulatin

Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that
You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that
'cause the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene
Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine
Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that
And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold your stuff
I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff
Focus your attention as I make my mark
'cause I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start
Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition
Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission
Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference
'Fore you're left hangin from your vest
Definitely, gettin severance pay
While my joint moves 20,000 units every day
Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun
Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that
I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico
I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people
'cause that's how shit be, the Rah D I G
I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey