[Production by Erick Sermon & Redman]

[Chorus]

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me (Nah, nah, nah, fuck that)

[Verse 1: Redman]

Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped

With a rap that's shittin' on the story of Jack Sprat

So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit

And if it's beef, I'll punch you in your mouth, kid (Damn)

I got a heart, but my heart is made out of nails

Word to Jamelle, my heart pumps nails in my blood rail

I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga

I'm just quick to smoke your family, then fuck your sister

That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond

Been thinkin' about playin' that nice guy role at heaven door

'Cause ever since I was an infant, I was different

Paid no attention to my moms when she rifted

I was a hardheaded mother-F

But had to step 'cause she hit me with a left, then another left

That's why my brain is out of order

Because it take just a quarter to manslaughter ya little daughter

And do a drive-by, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit

Then carve my name in your pavement

I was Rated X, but I flexed

I beat up the devil with a shovel, so he dropped me a level

Ain't that ill, that I could just stand and watch the blood spill

From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no-frill?

Just because I made a record, I'm a star?

That's bullshit, what's the flavor, Tame? (Fuck what you heard, this rated R)

[Chorus]

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

[Verse 2]

Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend

Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends

And if I didn't know ya, to hell with ya, punk

And tell the devil I'll be in time for lunch (Heh-heh-heh-heh)

Got naughty in my nature, plus I'm down with O.P.P. 

The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch

Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to ugly women

'Cause the pretty one's puss' smell like they went fishin'

I grab my dick with a tight grip 'cause I might flip

Yo, Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with

I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck

Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with an uppercut (Bing)

Snapped the neck on Michael Myers, then I freaked it

'Cause it was August, and he was talkin' this trick-or-treat shit (Trick or treat)

Jason, my man, slangs rocks like up the block

143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop

Norman Bates work the night shift late

Since he dresses like his mama, I pimp him and his hoecake

Bust a maneuver, Freddy Krueger

Dreamed about me havin' him scooped up, he woke up with his dukes up

That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw

Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar

So let's get down with the funk break

'Cause they tailgate my rap style, so to cut 'em off, I truncate

And rough 'em up, tough 'em up, like bust 'em up

With the one-two punch, like servin' a customer

And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him

Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from?

I know, from me, the original P-Funk

See ya next LP, chump

[Chorus]

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

I'm rated R, this is a warning

Boy, you can't fuck with me

[Outro]

Get a check-up from the neck-up, nigga