(Q-Tip) 
Yea, move your body, decide to party 
'Bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did 
My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it 
We got the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it 

Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow 
I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow 
Yo, I got the medals in the warfield of respect 
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet 
Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow 
Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow 
I'm sure it will, especially if it's God's will 
MC's you ready to die cuz I'ma kill 
All you negative feelings standing on two feet 
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat 
You know what's really killer, realer than you can imagine 
Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen 
If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion 
And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion 
Everybody do the hop, niggaz soothe like lotion 
I lay up in the piece or an incognotion 
You gotta do the hop then move to the beat, you don't stop 
Now everybody here, you do the hop 
You going up to cop, a town full of brick, don't stop 
You gotta come back and do the hop 
Yo, fuk the cop, you gotta come back and do the hop 
Move till your body won't stop 
You gotta do the hop, nonstop motion, nonstop 
You gotta come back and do the, do the 

(Phife) 
You see you, your career is done like Johnny Carson's 
Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, I'll start an arson 
Now that I got that out my system 
Watch me stab up the track as if my name was OJ Simpson 
I packs it in like Van Halen 
I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like Kato Kaelin 
I'm representing wit my crew 
Mess around, bite my rhymes, I beat that ass wit my shoes 
C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice (nice, nice) 
Brothers can't deal wit this shorty named Phife 
You must be mad in the head 
I bust his ass and leave 'em bloodclot for dead 
Niggaz sound like Das EFX 
If it ain't Das EFX, then they sounding like Meth 
You might as well do Megadeth 
Yo, punk MC's better save your freaking breath 
You'se a corny muthafuka 
You must be high smoking dust wit Chris Tucker 
You ------asses don't want this 
I pull more beeps than the beep at the premier of Pocohantas 
Word is born, I am the baddest 
And all you honies out there, word is born, you know my status 
So come and pull your panties down 
This ain't no Barnum and Bailey show, I don't get down wit the clowns 
So why don't you and your friends, get wit me and my friends 
But don't bring your ass buying you ain't got no ends 
Word is born, it don't stop(stop,stop,stop...) 
Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop 

(Q-Tip) 
You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop 
Come on everybody, do the hop 
Even if you a cop, you gotta come back and do the hop 
You move to the beat, you don't stop 
You smoking jub rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop 
Then you come back and do the hop 
You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto, rise on the top 
You know we come back and do the hop 
Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop 
You gotta come back and do the hop 
We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop 
This is how it is, we do the hop 
You move to the beat, then come on everybody, don't....