[Tim Dog Various Ad lib]
[Verse one]
I give a f** about the next n***a
I'm in the game for the check and the s** n***a
You think you hard when they calling you the best n***a?
Put that Tec to ya neck
Get out the Lex n***a
Driving down the boulevard in BX n***a?
f** your b**hes
Send your a** home wet, n***a
Ill n***as from the projects
Little n***as carry Macs and Tecs
Homicidal for respect
With bigger hearts than King Kong
k** a mother f**er on spites the theme song
For having that bling on
New York city streets is worse than Vietnam
Ring the alarm
Tim Dog is back
All you b**hes get naked
All you n***as stay strapped
I ain't KRS, but it's return of the boom bap
n***as talk sh** get a hole in the fitted cap
Just like that
Just like this
Give a f** about your feeling
n***a s** my dick
All you f*ggot a** DJs won't play my joint
I ain't gonna talk
I'll let the nine prove my point
And you cornball rappers wanna do a duet
n***a bring you b**h and bring your check
How you been in the game for a year and you a vet?
When I look on the charts I don't see no threat
The most hated emcee
Even hated by my brother
f** the source
They can keep the cover
I'm the illest n***a alive
"Why?" you say
I dissed the west coast and I moved to L.A
Yea!
I don't give a f** mother f**er
I spit bombs
n***as got beef with Dog
sh**s on
We can throw hands or bottles or shoot guns
n***as want to keep it on the stage and spit one
But I gotta tell you when your a** is done
I'm a burn emcees like the sun
Ya'll n***as better run
When Tim Dog come to gun
I be dissing emcees for fun
[Verse two]
A lot of n***as be biting sh**
They run around in the game like they mother f**ing nice and sh**
Everybody know where Snoop got the D.o.g
And n***as know DMX got the bark from me
But you all want to say I hate
Check my resume b**h
Go back to '88
First Dog in the game
First Dog with the name
First up in the b**h
I'm in the Hall of Fame
You in the Hall of Shame
Ya all the same
While I was born to fam
I'm in the Hall of Game
Ya'll some mother f**ing swagger-jackers
Running after the sales of these crackers
And these f**ing backpackers
And now you want to hate on me
Mark my words n***a
I'm the original D.o.g
I'm the sickest n***a
Got the baddest b**hes, n***a
n***as hire me for dissing
Cause I'm quick to diss a n***a
And quick to stick a n***a for his f**ing riches, n***a
Digging on your f**ing grave
Make you sh** your britches, n***a
I rain on you n***as to hurt you
n***a i ain't drunk of the Cristal
High off the purple
I'm focused, man
And I'm hungry as f**
And you f*ggot a** rappers done pushed your luck
I'm a get you for your j**els
And get you for your truck
I'm a get you till your very last God damn buck
And show the industry that your wack as f**
BX mother f**er
What's up?
[Verse three]
Up town n***as are the craziest
West side n***as are the craziest
South Bronx n***as are the craziest
From Hunts Point to Co-op
We invented Hip-Hop
BX and we ain't gonna stop
Our body guard's a Glock and not a cop
Our rhymes are hot, your rhymes is not
Ya'll mother f**ers stop 'fore your a** get shot
I'm the D.o.g. and your a** is not
[Tim Dog ad lib]