D. Original

[Verse 1] Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo Not stressin five-o, hot hand in cee-lo Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough Homicide central, East New York Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk Walk, like a ninja, on the asphalt Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk And there's more hardtimes, than on Good Times And most niggas dedicate their life to crime So I'm steady schemin, won't work for a dime Used to get, tax free loot, all the time Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, because I'm the original dirty rotten scoundrel [Verse 2] Before trains were graffiti proof - I used to get loose Dirty rotten, since the days of the deuce Dirty, because of the skin I'm in, the fact I have - Melanin, automatically, makes me a felon Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin' But I'm not chain-snatchin, or drug-sellin According to your books, you said I would be damned, like Ham Scoundrel, opposite of the king that I am You wanna get funny? We can get bummy Take you to the East and back again money Filthy putrefied trick, step past your sister Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be his - to - Ry,Mortal Kombat fatality The Original, don't sing no R&B Nasty, emcee deity, chop off domes - With the poems that come out of my pi-ne-al - Gland, as I expand, you know who I am [Verse 3] Father of all stylin, I be whylin' on wax We hack shit up, like big ax and little ax Don't need toast to make you jump like bungee Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy When I come through, I clog up your sewer Peep the maneuveur, drop the ill manure So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter No matter what you do, you can't get through the - Crudm that comes out of your system You're another victim, of Dirty Rotten Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do But pay homage to...