Gold Digger

*scratching* Brothers, things done got too far gone (tell em bout it) We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us! [Verse One: Erick Sermon] Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named Erick No big deal, no sweat Hmmm, I was in for a big surprise And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement Now her case is hard like cement I have no files on all the money she spent She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star That she bought, when I was away on tour Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money She got paid, it wasn't funny Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy Just my luck, that I'm stuck with a marriage And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash) Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money So I chill, and act so sweet Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh Fake everything so I can keep all my cash Fake talk, like I love you so much But wishin, she gets hit by a Mack truck Next time, if there's one I'll know That most women strictly out for the dough They're called gold diggers Cause she's a gold digger (3X) [Verse Two: Parrish Smith] The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this "Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl" Yeah, and almost got vicked She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin) Top it off, she drove a black Maserati Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn't resist I tapped E on the shoulder and said, "Yeah I gots to get this" (P cool, she couldn't be a gold digger) Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure Til one day, she spent the crazy dough Ten G's on Levi's, cold went Rambo But then she smiled, gave me a back massage Gassed my head up, and said (oh P you're so large) Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs Whip my five-sixty,sip Moet and bug (so did you flip?) Tried to but she cut me off And said, "Guess what?" (what) "I'm pregnant" (pregnant? damn) Yeah and the child is yours So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows Cause she's a gold digger Cause she's a gold digger (3X) [Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith] [E] That's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves [P] Cause ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half [E] That means the house goes [P] The car [E] You and half your cash [P] What a price to pay, but if you play you pay Cause women of the world they got smart today They flash a smile and profile [E] A pucker with a strut [P] Try to move in [E] Knock the boots [P] And got stuck, with alimony payments [E] Time to meet Judge Wapner [P] You try to flip and cut, but she smiles cause she gotcha You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow Said the two deadly words [E] I do [P] But look now, you lost the house [E] The car [P] Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment [E] Boy you picked a winner [P] But what goes around, comes around [E] That's why she wheels the Benz [P] And you ride Greyhound Oh, just your luck, they on strike Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger (Now you know) Not to mess with a gold digger Cause she's a gold digger (repeat 3X) [P] Yeah EPMD's in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy Hit Squad in effect in the house [E] Large!! Yeah, she get half