[Intro: Pain In Da Ass and Fabolous]

You're all a bunch of fucking assholes (Yeah)

You know why?

Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be

Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem (I just look at everything)

He always tells the truth (The bad with the good)

That's what it's all about? (The fake with the real)

That's why we work so hard for Fabolous? (The hate with the love)

So they can point their fucking fingers

And call me the fucking bad guy?

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

I guess I'm the bad guy; the fingers is pointing

Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in

They be asking fellas why (why?)

It's cause the streets is watching with an envious ear, jealous eye

You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin

I keep the home phone and two way contact to Johnny Cochran

Be the same dudes, testing your patience

In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance

And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments

These playas been playin' foul and I done learned my lesson with flagrants

Nigga, this how I live; it ain't just entertainment

I'm what they been trying to do, not do

I'm the kid, they been lying to you

You need people like me

I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S

Yeah, that's the bad guy

[Interlude: Pain In Da Ass]

You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So, what that make you? Good?

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is Sports

Quit they job and live off the child support

How could you stand there, smile in court?

I'mma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts

You better sign a pre-nup

You catch me, instead of "It wasn't me", I'm gonna say "Where you get a key from?"

I love the way your butt swishes

But none of these slut bitches

Is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches

If they see how the Rolls Royce smell

All day I be emptying my inbox and my whole voicemail

I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it

Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet

But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa

I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters

Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend

Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real

[Interlude: Pain In Da Ass]

So say goodnight to the bad guy! Come on! It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy flow like this guy, man. You better make way! There's a bad guy coming through!

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

Come on

What type of bad guy give fellas dap, females hugs?

I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs

I get threats over the two way from email thugs

I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs

You think I like you? You're wrong

'Cause even if I get locked, my money won't let me stay on Rikers too long

Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song

Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on

When you holla in the club it's cool

But don't change the subject fool

And start askin if I remember you from public school

You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing

Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin

FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me

Good guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me

I don't care what other haters do

But if you think I'm loved for saving you

Say goodnight to the bad guy

[Outro: Pain In Da Ass]

Who ever said you was one? Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection

(*Gun Shot*)