[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

We used to sleep in the staircase, smoke weed in the staircase

Friday night–got drunk, used to pee in the staircase

Hopin' a cop might slip, I'm never known to drop the clip

You cop the Fifth, nigga, I'll pop the fifth

I show no mercy, dunk like a bar of Hershey

Call my gun, Lil' Seymour, bitch! I'm Big Percy

A Dapper Dan fan who will clap a man

For 5 grand of small bills wrapped in a rubberband

Then lay up in a fat pair of titties – my bitch is so saditty

This is Dirt McGirt, ho, not P. Diddy!

All we got in common is the money!

The only thing I want is the money!

You see my face on the wall of every precinct

Bitches keep your pussy decent, I'm juvenile delinquent

The guns that I creep with, they whisper, in secret

Only bitch that peep it is the one that I sleep with – nih-huh!

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Ghostface Killah)]

A lotta niggas wanna dust me off

Bad bitches wanna suck me off

Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here

And Dirt McGirt back in the air

All my gangstas – where ya at? (Where ya at?!)

Throw your guns up and make them clap (Make them clap!)

Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped?

And the bitch betta have my money (Aiyyo!)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Aiyyo – the bitch better have your money and mine

'Cause if she don't, we both gon' double-team that bitch from behind

And for them niggas outside screamin' that

"Somebody gotta die" shit, same dudes on the cop's dick

This is Tone, y'all niggas be frontin'

And most of y'all niggas don't got no guns

Borrowed your man's shit, how's that for a bum?

Dum-dums emptied out a punzón –

So, see, mane? See ahk run

See spots over my Reebok's, 'cause he got done

Cheap shots fell out his weak Glock and he got stung

My chief gun is a gangsta's protein

Treat bitches with the utmost respect, like–gettin' wedded

Tell 'em to–drink the milk, boo, don't even wet it

This is Starky, I got a foot fetish, loot fetish

With the dust-head men? We got good credit

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Ghostface Killah)]

A lotta niggas wanna dust me off

Bad bitches wanna suck me off

Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here

And Dirt McGirt back in the air

All my gangstas – where ya at?

Throw your guns up and make them clap

Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped?

And the bitch betta have my money

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Notorious Glock buster

Cap peelin', block hustler

Who slap hoes, who lack feelings

Back building, crack dealing, black villain

Had a taste for blood spillin', loves stealin'

Any thing that twinkle bright to my eye sight

Many nights I used to stare up–at the twilight

And wonder to myself, if's there's a Heaven or Hell

Been alone in these streets, since 11 or 12

On my own, I run buckwild in the West

A knucklehead nigga, used to sleep in my vest

Had no home, my Moms used to show me no lovin'

Burn the crib down, tryna dry my shirt with the oven

Now I'm exiled, destined for penal

Hyperactive off the cocaine, got me senile

Back on the block – knowledge to build, knowledge to kill

Intent to put a dent in your grill with the steel

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

A lotta niggas wanna dust me off

Bad bitches wanna suck me off

Roc-A-Fella dropped a million here

And Dirt McGirt back in the air

All my gangstas – where ya at?

Throw your guns up and make them clap

Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped?

And the bitch betta have my money