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 celo   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 hard times, than on good times   And most niggaz 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      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      But wanna get funny, we can get bummy   Take you to the East and back again money   Filthy purified trick, step past your sister   Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be history      Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R and B   Nasty MC deity   Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal   Gland, as I expand, you know who I am      Father of all stylin', I be whylin' on wax   We hack shit up like big ax and little ax   Don't need tokes 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 maneuver, drop the ill manure   So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter   No matter what you do, you can't get through the      Crud 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