[Intro: (from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge")]

That was the best $#&@in I ever had.

That's because you been dealin with Dasheese
You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
I got business to take care of

[Ghostface]: No %#@!.
%#@! that's my old man, %#@!!
Ya better go talk to him


[Ghostface]
No smokin alarms [8X]


I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...


[Ghostface]
Yo (*##$ I $#&@ed your friend, yeah you stank hoe

I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-%#@!, bout to slap the (*##$
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich

It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash

Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, !@^%, you went to work
Quick fast, had a ^!$$% dick in the dirt

You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me

Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
You crab (*##$, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
I'm the first ^!$$% that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro

You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin

You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky $#&@ (*##$, your ways and actions told it all
I $#&@ed you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls

Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main %#@!, my peeps showed you love on the strength

You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to $#&@ this rasta-head $$# ^!$$%
I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll

That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wonderin how many times your hot $$# got stabbed
You dumb (*##$, ^^&$#* hot $#&@ from out the mountains

Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my #~!!@, that %#@! hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth

But $#&@ it, I $#&@ed you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin

If your #~!!@ dry, spit on my dick and put it in
My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape

I'm God, cipher divine love my #~!!@ real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe