Featuring Run D.M.C.       (intro)    There are 8 million stories in the naked city       8 million stories (x4)       (verse one Kurtis blow)       There are 8 million stories in the naked city    Some ice cold and told without pity    About the mean streets and the guetto culture    The pimps the pushers the sharks and vultures    Things that happen when it reaches dark    And all the things you hear about Central Park    You got to be down,you got to have strenght    If you're gonna survive past 110th    Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled    The emergency ward is capacity filled    And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise    And the naked city never closes it's eyes    A new story every day    Told a thousand different ways    That's how it is and that's how it goes    The city with the 8 and six big O's       New York is a crazy city man.....       Yo, my home boys Run DMC       (verse two Run DMC)       A young girl seemed to be gaining weight    Her parents all thought it was the food she ate    Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de    But little did they know there's a baby in the body    She tried to hide it,but they'll soon know    Because sooner or later that baby's got to show    Can her daddy just accept it as a fact    That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack    Then there's another girl,her name is Vicki    The girl is fine,but sho'nuff tricky    Vicki's fine,,but then she's not very kind    She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind    You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue    Because Vicki is gone and your money is too    She's more sinister than Peter Lorre    And this is just two of 8 million stories       8 million stories (x12)       (verse three Kurtis Blow)       Fresh kid and the stories complete    Born on a dim lit ghetto street    Father unknown,mother astray    He learned about life the real hard way    Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see    Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry    Spent all his time just counting his bank    Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank    Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long    Been the subject of a ghetto song    Poor kids admire,ladies desire    They say water can't put out this fire    Because he's a fresh kid,yeah he's alright    Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night    And you could measure or even treasure    The thought that cocaine became his pleasure    Puruvian rock never cut with speed    And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed    And that was just one weakness,must admit    That when he took a hit he could never quit    Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day    When the crazy thing happened along the way    You know he started to base at a hell a pace    And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face    For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones    Didn't take care of business,didn't answer the phone    He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone    Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone    Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath    With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest    But then he tried to stop,but it never worked    And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk    Just to break it all down,you know he's not very slick    Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick    He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife    And basing cocaine made him lose his wife    Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay    And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away    In a blaze of glory in his own territory    8 million stories sad but all real stories       8 million stories (x12