[Verse 1: Redman]

What, you crazy?! Since a buck tooth baby

Doc was like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z

Lazy niggas complain

Doc load up the cartridge and start kicking game like Acclaim

Those who you call Doggs'll rat your name

Those who say they love you'll tap your change

That's why I fold down 4 fingers

Say fuck the world and Jimmy the earth out with Coat hangers

Rap game and street game don't sleep

It's a cold world, better pack your own heat

Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"

Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me

Yeah Right!! My bear hugs air tight

New Yorkers know no turning on a red light

Me against 40 of you? A fair fight

Microphones get took, you shook? Wear white

[Chorus]

You don't got no ends in Mi Casa

(And it's the show stopper, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor)

You don't got no wins in Mi Casa

(Bomb dropper, blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?)

You don't got no ends in Mi Casa

(Hit it Hip Hoppers, turn it up a notch, make it hot cha)

You don't got no wins in Mi Casa

(I'm warnin' you, partner, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor)

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Every time I turn around, somebody in my business

Time for you to testify, can I get a witness?

Actin' like bitches

Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious

Ain't physically fit for the fitness

Welcome to the game of death, polly wanna biscuit?

First prize, a one-way ticket to my shit list

And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness

Stand-by, let a chicken head lay a chicklet

Can I slap a fat ass with the quickness?

Stupid ass niggas goin' raw and get the syphilis

Coming through, son, motherfuck you and your district

Mis-representing, misinterpreting, they misfit

Playboy, you ain't got no balls, plus you dickless

And I'm like the plumber laying pipes in your misses

No man can hold hold me, nor can control me

Next time you see me, holla like you know me!

[Chorus]

You don't got no ends in Mi Casa

(And it's the show stopper, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor)

You don't got no wins in Mi Casa

(Bomb dropper, blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?)

You don't got no ends in Mi Casa

(Hit it Hip Hoppers, turn it up a notch, make it hot cha)

You don't got no wins in Mi Casa

(I'm warnin' you, partner, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor)