Verse One: Phife Dawg       Went to Carvel to get a milk shake   This honey ripped me off of my loot case   The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket   Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it   Yo tip I tell you man the devil's trying it   But I'm goin to stay strong cause I ain't bying it   Tonight I'm taking Sherry out   I don't have jack to wear   You know I've got to look dipped in the freshest gear   Cool I found something so I ironed it   I think I caught up on the phone   Oh shit I'm trying it   Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?   I think I'll pull out my super ? and serve this   My little brother wants Barney, cool I'm getting it   Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin it   Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits   My blood pressure blowing up, I can't take this shit   Finally got what he wanted now he's good to go   Again the robers smashed, were's my radio?   One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see...   They had no mercy on the car oh you he'll kill me   Where the hell can Nicki be? I'm goin to smack her up   I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up   I need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phone   Pulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo Sheela's home   Steady smiling like a mother yo I'm wrecked to bone   Went down on hun, she's in the red zone   Stressed out more than one could ever be   Forever trying to clear the sample for my new LP   With all these trials and tribulations yo I've been affected    And to top it off, Starks got ejected      Refrain      Verse Two: Phife Dawg       Just last week my girl was stressing me   Now her best friend be underssing me   Well I was lovin her by the moon lit   Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte'   Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop   Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops   Now I'm station bound for the thai sticks   I bought it for my man, I don't believe this shit   Coach sat me down from the ball team   Cause I was breakin niggaz on the inseams   Some niggas cross town was trying to stick me   All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty   Picked up this gir in the hoopty   Just because of her rhymes she tried to soup me   Pay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hair   Who the hell do you think I am, Mr. Belvedere?   Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cute   Even if you get me boots, you'll neva see my loot   She wasn't even all of that just anothe hooker   Took the journey that ass way, quick like Chucky Booker   Sometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin place   Just move from in front me with your botty face!      My man Mohammed in the house, huh [come on, come on]   Zulu Nation in the house, huh [come on, come on]   Sub Rock is in the house, huh [come on, come on]   My man Skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on]   Jarobi White is in the house, huh [come on, come on]   Bob Power in the house, huh [come on, come on]   My man Eric in the house, huh [come on, come on]   My man Lytcha in the house, huh [come on, come on]   [help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me........MUHAMMAD!!]