That's how the police be livin in New York

especially ( ? ) the South Bronx

doin every nationality who walks the streets of New York injustice

They're dirty, man

But anyway



[VERSE 1: Hardhead]

Here's how it begins

Started in the Bronx, ended up in Manhattan

A cop with a label on his head

Financially overfed, now he's wanted dead

A big drug bust on the Lower East Side

Five Colombians shot, five Colombians die

Little did he know or could he tell

The five he killed were Colombian drug cartel

Now he has a bullet with his name on it

Without apology and without shame on it

Two million in cash, three million in coke

This type of loot he only took as a joke

He stashed a million in cash, two million of the white stuff

A hard day's work without the use of his handcuffs

At the station he files his report

Five corpses who won't make it to court

Self-made millionaire

Them he doesn't bury, he condems em to a wheelchair

He's spendin money like a movie star

Unaware his last car is his Jaguar

20 years on the force

But in his line of work he's his own boss

Hits all over town, pistols keep smokin

And small time dealers' jaw bones are broken

Confiscated from burrough to burrough

Crooked-ass cracker who won't live to see tomorrow

Plans are made to start diggin his grave

Word is out: that was his last big raid

Things are hectic

He now smells the odor from the shit he stepped in

Fellow officers are talkin

Every bust he makes, something's always walkin



(You ask yourself if you were white)

A dirty cop named Harry

(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)

( *DJ Stoneface cuts up* )

(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)

(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)

(Why would you?)



[VERSE 2: Hardhead]

Headed towards his tombstone

He's home all alone, conversating on the phone

A knock at the door and a letter is found

It read: decide on your burial ground

He now knows he's been chose to be decomposed

To the dust he'll return from dust he arose

This night he hits a local bar for a drink

The scene is on the brink

He's in the bar drinkin and drinkin and drinkin

And thinkin

Two decades on the force, now he's worryin

At the table his eyes begin blurring

He gets up, heads for his ride

A hour to find his keys cause he's DUI

Gets in, enroute to his house

One block from his home five shots ring out

Five through the windshield, all five hit his head

His car comes to a halt, so does he cause he's dead

The hit was carried out for a greedy crooked cop

Who was put to a stop

But a lesson to the ones in the profession

Corruption in our system is a short time blessing

Five slugs for the five thugs he mugged

For 20 years of dirt he kept swept under the rug

This rhyme based on a true episode

The beginning of another cops caseload

We all pay the price for the load we carry

And so did that dirty cop named Harry



(You ask yourself if you were white)

[DJ Stoneface cuts up]

(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)

(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)

(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)