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!!]