[Ol´ Dirty Bastard] Yo, you don´t wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don´t wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit One verse, and leave in a new Benz-er Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me Dirt McGirt, you niggaz gon´ respect it I´m drunk and crunk so don´t come in my direction I´m ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested Bail ´em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac And hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at
Where the shootin´ and the fightings and the stabbings at Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi´s at, shit Them down south niggaz been loved Dirt Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse Show respect to your niggaz, who been doin´ it first And be comin´ with that shit, I´m just doin´ the worse
[Chorus 2X: Ol´ Dirty Bastard (Method Man)] Yo, you don´t wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don´t wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit (Yo, you don´t wanna ride with Meth, we still sniffing coke
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit)
[Method Man] Yeah, damn, I´m just like Dirt in the booth I´m the truth, I don´t need to go to church in a suit Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100 Proof Cop searching the coup, I got some herb in my boot When Wu is coming through, the outcome: critical Fucking with this style, the outcome: get physical Meth get lyrical, and y´all can get my genitals Don´t forget them aid essentials, vitamins & minerals Heh, ya´meen, I´m taking one for the team Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream I´m dope, to many fiends, live by many means
If you don´t stand for nothing, you´ll fall for anything That´s real shit, let´s get this money real quick Dirt Dog, I´m feeling this, but I´d rather feel rich I mean filthy rich, I´m corporate now Big Meth, the label´s Def, that´s why I talk so loud, nigga