[Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)]
  
  Let me tell ya'll hol something motherfuckers
  (Oh you complaining about that man?)
  Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
  Straight up, tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
  Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time
  You think we don't love you motherfuckers?
  Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka
  I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know,
  I'm getting tired a that shit
  You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers
  Bitches we love you motherfucka
  
  Verse 1: RZA (Hoe)
  
  Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
  Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
  It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
  Cuban linx snatched from my neck
  It was the sex,
  This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunk
  One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
  Just met this hoe last month
  Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk
  I pushed up like a push-up stick
  One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick
  I said "Power equal.. Boo!"
  RZA people I be Bobby D-I-G-I too
  (Is that right?) Word, and exact
  Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
  (For real?) Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill
  Close your eyes count to three and click you heels
  And we could end up at my place face to face
  Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space
  *Sniff* Straight up boo,
  Damn I can taste it!
  One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it
  Over the quilt,
  I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk
  And we could lay up,
  And I could squeeze until it tilts
  My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton
  Look how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause I need that
  (Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
  Look girl shit I got more than a little
  She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
  
  Verse 2: O.D.B
  
  You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
  Cause the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild
  Enough to make a crowd of women scream Oww!
  Whether at a party or just in bed
  Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head
  My beats are funky my rhymes are spunky
  Sometimes I say well motherfucka what's the recipe
  I don't know I ask my ma she don't know
  Go ask ya poppa....
  It's all about me in the place to be
  Nigga you all that uhhh....
  Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad
  Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame
  How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason
  Yo I LOCK ON pass the break!
  Shake and motivate, stimulate
  
  [RZA]
  
  By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
  Fall in love like a drug
  Call out into her love flood
  Fuck ??? dunn you only bust blood
  Caught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue
  .....Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
  Bobby Digital's on critical
  Cause the testicles is drained
  
  Huh huh
  Nah I ain't doing it right, right?
  Huh