Naughty By Nature — Strike a Nerve

[Skit] Ayo, Vin, come take this ride to Sandwiches with me I'ma let you check out this new tape I just did (Alright) Yo, I'm rollin' with y'all, man Alright Put that tape in Check this out, Vin How long you been workin' on it? Last night, check this out Yo, that's soundin' kinda def Damn, kid, here come the cops again, man (Word?) God, you better pull over, man Alright, alright, I'ma pull over Fuck they want? (Hide that forty) Yo, yo, Vin Put the Benzi Box under the seat Cool out, cool out, cool out Yo, you got a problem, cop? You got a problem with blastin' that damn music? My fault, man My fault, my ass, if I catch you playin' that shit again, I'ma give you a fuckin' noise pollution ticket Yeah, aight, whatever Yeah, aight, now get your punk ass outta here Kill me, man (Tough guy) Nah, let's why niggas played theyself, man Yo, Kay, man, crank that shit Yeah, hand me that radio, Vin Word [Intro: Vin Rock] (Strike a nerve) Yo, Treach, it was some bitch in a seminar talkin' about you had to get up early to wax (Strike a nerve) Some other motherfucker said you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch So what's up, yo? (Strike a nerve) [Verse 1: Treach] I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and, "Shut the fuck up, ho" Shit, shaved, and bathed everyday, then I must go Ugh, this is every day, all day, let's all say Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always Bet, let's talk about a back-flash, you jackass That fast, you bash with a mash of fast rap And even though you didn't know me before The flow solo is no slow way to go, bolos I throw are so Let's pick a bitch to pick with, peekaboo I see you through your crew, now what you wanna do? After that, caps off to the black frost My pants always sag 'cause I rap my ass off (Woo) You wanna talk about a bad boy, sad choice I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like Jas Joyce I'm too rough to be touched, I'm buckwild I hit your bing-bing, bing, straight up ricochet rap style To Vin Rock and Kay Gee, I'm the baby Drivin' the ladies crazy and maybe have the right to be lazy Got more stretch in my swing than the stretch of a chicken wing The flavor is bathin' and its craving is ice cream I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live otherwise Your drive-by's small for, word to the mother my brother eyed Runnin' and comin', drummin', starin' with a stale look I'll leave so many lumps, they'll use your head as a braille book Many friendships end quick fast It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass You tried to swing this way, you little swifty (Ha-ha-ha, slum bitches still miss me, chill) I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like thunder And that's comin' from a land down under [Interlude] Yo, I'm sick of this shit, man Niggas tryin' to cut V-Rock's nuts (Strike a nerve) Yo, they tryin' to make us drop V-Rock Sayin' he don't rock enough Yo, kick that shit [Verse 2: Vin Rock] Prepare for the worst, 'cause I ain't livin' loss I wouldn't just give a fuck, 'cause givin' is free and my fucks cost (Word) I'll never get lost in The Source, 'cause I know my way I been there before, maybe five, six times a day Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done crumb And wonder to myself where did that daft shit come from? And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it And then the flavor, then the figures while I'm flowin' with it So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, you kiddin'? You can't touch this, fuck what it's wrote, written I got tracks better known as snaps, far forbidden In the womb, do I know, I know how to make you feel 'em I'll take a head, I'll make you spread, and I'll lay back I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that (You don't?) So don't start nothin', won't be nothin' is the lesson, folks I hate cigarettes, but my Smith & Wesson smokes From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right Who you bashin'? I go blast in broad daylight You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft I got 'nough props from buckshots that niggas caught You say you came close to the takin' me out, close, huh? In that case, you shoulda named your album Almost I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo 'Cause I'm turnin' tries into uh-ohs and hell nos I wouldn't be caught dead with you after tryin' this And if I was goin', I'd get my stiff ass up and rip shit I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots I'll write all day to me, it's a common caper Say so much shit, I ought to write my rhymes on toilet paper [Interlude] Yeah, V-Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, you know what I'm sayin'? (Strike a nerve) That's right, so everybody sleepin' on me, yo, stay off of my dick (Strike a nerve) We gon' stomp this time around (Strike a nerve) But yo, I'ma hold the joker by his neck And we gon' stomp straight through the '90s (Hit that shit) [Verse 3: Treach] Look whose mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters Mrs. Seven Figures in the back pitchin' quarters Come and try to run with it, never in a lifetime Thirty M's could add to Caesar's, still I bet I'll get mines I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have? A bag of dope, a bottle of crack, or a sess bag? There ain't no part of me with sorry written on it, slick You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick The way I rock hood shit, you just awful like it My style so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet Bullshit you not, I ain't the type to be fuckin' with Wreckin' with, and if my mic had tits, then I'll be neckin' it Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin' rat You so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at In between some bitch's legs lickin' ass to lap My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next" Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other I treat you both like any other motherfuckin' runner This is the flavor, tasty, although sugar-free So have a Coke, have a smile, and have a booger, G [Verse 4: Vin Rock] (Why?) 'Cause you don't mean shit to me I'm takin', put you where good shit's meant to be I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track Droppin' more shit than White Castles and Ex-Lax A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G I rock and rock, hot damn, call me VinRocky (Haha) That's just what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin' out So due to lyric theater, this is one lyric less If I were you, I'd take him, throw him on his fuckin' neck Something in flow should come straight from the horse's mouth Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car Prepare for the winter, oh yeah I could write your fuckin' album and you'll still be the last one there I start to heat up and rip shit and won't cheat You couldn't get it hard if the eyes was on Broad Street So don't you ever never tell me I'm not good enough I got more stuff than a teddy bear from ass to gut This is a solid you could never outlast If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass (Word) [Outro] Settin' the record straight for the '90s No more talkin', you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, it's time to stop feelin' sorry for y'all little suckers, we takin' all y'all out Word up, even if it's a line, you know what I'm sayin'? Knuckle up, put 'em up, nothin' Mind your business You know what I'm sayin'? Word up Naughty By Nature, Naughty's there for a reason Peace And it's time for y'all to get scared now