Oh what the heck, let´s get married and have a son named Erick No big deal, no sweat
Hmmm, I was in for a big surprise And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement Now her case is hard like cement I have no files on all the money she spent She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar Fly kit, with chrome rims that´s five star that she bought, when I was away on tour Hittin´ my bank account, gettin more and more money She got paid, it wasn´t funny Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy Just my luck, that I´m stuck with a marriage And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage Now I can´t leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money So I chill, and act so sweet Kiss her feet, can´t picture bein in the street So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh Fake everything so I can keep all my cash Fake talk, like I love you so much But wishin, she gets hit by a Mack truck Next time, if there´s one I´ll know That most women strictly out for the dough They´re called gold diggers
Cause she´s a gold digger (3X)
Verse Two: Parrish Smith
The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this "Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl"
Yeah, and almost got vicked She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin) Top it off, she drove a black Maserati Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn´t resist I tapped E on the shoulder and said, "Yeah I gots to get this" (P cool, she could be a gold digger) Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure til one day, she spent the crazy dough Ten G´s on Levi´s, cold went Rambo But then she smiled, gave me a back massage Gassed my head up, and said (oh P you´re so large) Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs
Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug (so did you flip?) Tried to but she cut me off And said, "Guess what?" (what) "I´m pregnant" (pregnant? damn) Yeah and the child is yours So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows Cause she´s a gold digger
Cause she´s a gold digger (3X)
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
[E] That´s why, men in the 90´s must watch themselves [P] Cause ladies of the 80´s got hip and went for self
With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half [E] That means the house goes [P] The car [E] You and half your cash [P] What a price to pay, but if you play you pay Cause women of the world they got smart today They flash a smile and profile [E] A pucker with a strut [P] Try to move in [E] Knock the boots [P] And got stuck, with alimony payments [E] Time to meet Judge Wapner [P] You try to flip and cut, but she smiles ´cause she gotcha You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow Said the two deadly words
[E] I do [P] But look now, you lost the house [E] The car [P] Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment [E] Boy you picked a winner [P] But what goes around, comes around [E] That´s why she wheels the Benz [P] And you ride Greyhound Oh, just your luck, they on strike Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger (Now you know) Not to mess with a gold digger
Cause she´s a gold digger (repeat 3X)
[P] Yeah EPMD´s in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy Hit Squad in effect in the house