[Intro: Chris Rock & Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock

You heard my man

He ain't on no commercial shit

The O.D.B

It ain't the Young D.B

It's the Ol' D.B

That old shit

This ain't the embry-O.D.B

This is the Ol' mothafuckin' D.B

I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin' with the O.D.B

So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin' time

With the wrong mothafuckin' man

The O.D.B., baby

All y'all niggas talkin' bout commercial song

This ain't no commercial song

Straight up, nigga, what?

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Pharrell Williams]

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me

All y'all niggas lovin' me

(Mister courageous O.D.B

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P

You need to recognize)

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Pharrell Williams]

Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize)

Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)

I bring the mothafuckin ruckus

(You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas

Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]

Who get drunk at night till the early morn'?

Tap dances at the party like it's goin' on

Bitches and niggas laying around, scopin' each other down

I'm takin' pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge

Mad niggas was, gettin' drunk at the bar

I'm throwin' Moet bottles, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin' shit

Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone

You party bitches fallin' in line

With your fat ass stinkin' behind

You don't know who the fuck is here

I back smack your ass, make pressure appear

Cause cold Lucky knockin' at your door

I dedicate that to your source

Cause this (nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin'

Funkier than (Pepé Le Pew, so I was thinkin')

I drop you mothafuckin' niggas on the (c'mon)

(Lettin' you know that) bitch nigga don't start

You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak

My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet

So listen, mister, don't you ever forget

Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with Comet

Or even Purex, some tried Ajax

Only mix with the back, get this track

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Pharrell Williams]

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me

All y'all niggas lovin' me

Mister courageous O.D.B

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P

You need to recognize, you need to recognize

You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]

Sweet girl, sweet girl

Each and every day-a, each and every way-a

See you niggas, most of your strayers

Stray off from a thing, civilization-a

Don't understand the true nation-a

It go back like coal ovens and ice boxes

(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts

Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends

Five-hundred years of hard-working bodies

Voicebox hits the shotty

I move in parties, stickin' hotties

And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up

My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)

Picking up the pieces! (I said)

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Pharrell Williams]

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me

All y'all niggas lovin' me

(Mister courageous O.D.B

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P

You need to recognize, you need to recognize

You niggas need to recognize, look, uh-huh, uh-huh)

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me

All y'all niggas lovin' me

(Mister courageous O.D.B

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P

You need to recognize, you need to recognize

Bitches and niggas'll recognize

Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)