(intro)
 There are 8 million stories in the naked city

 8 million stories (x4)

 (verse one Kurtis blow)

 There are 8 million stories in the naked city
 Some ice cold and told without pity
 About the mean streets and the guetto culture
 The pimps the pushers the sharks and vultures
 Things that happen when it reaches dark
 And all the things you hear about Central Park
 You got to be down,you got to have strenght
 If you're gonna survive past 110th
 Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
 The emergency ward is capacity filled
 And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
 And the naked city never closes its eyes
 A new story every day
 Told a thousand different ways
 That's how it is and that's how it goes
 The city with the 8 and six big O's

 New York is a crazy city man.....

 Yo, my home boys Run DMC

 (verse two Run DMC)

 A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
 Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
 Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de
 But little did they know there's a baby in the body
 She tried to hide it,but they'll soon know
 Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
 Can her daddy just accept it as a fact
 That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack
 Then there's another girl,her name is Vicki
 The girl is fine,but sho'nuff tricky
 Vicki's fine,,but then she's not very kind
 She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
 You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
 Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
 She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
 And this is just two of 8 million stories

 8 million stories (x12)

 (verse three Kurtis Blow)

 Fresh kid and the stories complete
 Born on a dim lit ghetto street
 Father unknown,mother astray
 He learned about life the real hard way
 Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
 Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
 Spent all his time just counting his bank
 Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank
 Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
 Been the subject of a ghetto song
 Poor kids admire,ladies desire
 They say water can't put out this fire
 Because he's a fresh kid,yeah he's alright
 Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
 And you could measure or even treasure
 The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
 Puruvian rock never cut with speed
 And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed
 And that was just one weakness,must admit
 That when he took a hit he could never quit
 Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
 When the crazy thing happened along the way
 You know he started to base at a hell a pace
 And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face
 For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
 Didn't take care of business,didn't answer the phone
 He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
 Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
 Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
 With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
 But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
 And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
 Just to break it all down,you know he's not very slick
 Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
 He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife
 And basing cocaine made him lose his wife
 Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
 And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
 In a blaze of glory in his own territory
 8 million stories sad but all real stories

 8 million stories (x12