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 there's money in my jacket 
Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it 
Yo tip I tell you man the devil's trying it 
But I'm goin to stay strong cause I ain't bying it 
Tonight I'm taking Sherry out 
I don't have jack to wear 
You know I've 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 shit I'm trying it 
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this? 
I think I'll pull out my super ? and serve this 
My little brother wants Barney, cool I'm getting it 
Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin it 
Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits 
My blood pressure blowing up, I can't take this shit 
Finally got what he wanted now he's good to go 
Again the robers smashed, were's my radio? 
One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see... 
They had no mercy on the car oh you he'll kill me 
Where the hell can Nicki be? I'm 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 Sheela's home 
Steady smiling like a mother yo I'm wrecked to bone 
Went down on hun, she's 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 I've 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 I'm tricking on her like Kinte' 
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop 
Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops 
Now I'm station bound for the thai sticks 
I bought it for my man, I don't believe this shit 
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 hell do you think I am, Mr. Belvedere? 
Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cute 
Even if you get me boots, you'll neva see my loot 
She wasn't even all of that just anothe hooker 
Took the journey that ass 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 [come on, come on] 
Zulu Nation in the house, huh [come on, come on] 
Sub Rock is in the house, huh [come on, come on] 
My man Skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on] 
Jarobi White is in the house, huh [come on, come on] 
Bob Power in the house, huh [come on, come on] 
My man Eric in the house, huh [come on, come on] 
My man Lytcha in the house, huh [come on, come on] 
[help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me........MUHAMMAD!!]