Tim Dog — BX We Invented Hip Hop

[Tim Dog Various Ad lib] [Verse one] I give a fuck about the next nigga I'm in the game for the check and the sex nigga You think you hard when they calling you the best nigga? Put that Tec to ya neck Get out the Lex nigga Driving down the boulevard in BX nigga? Fuck your bitches Send your ass home wet, nigga Ill niggas from the projects Little niggas carry Macs and Tecs Homicidal for respect With bigger hearts than King Kong Kill a mother fucker on spites the theme song For having that bling on New York city streets is worse than Vietnam Ring the alarm Tim Dog is back All you bitches get naked All you niggas stay strapped I ain't KRS, but it's return of the boom bap Niggas talk shit get a hole in the fitted cap Just like that Just like this Give a fuck about your feeling Nigga suck my dick All you faggot ass DJs won't play my joint I ain't gonna talk I'll let the nine prove my point And you cornball rappers wanna do a duet Nigga bring you bitch and bring your check How you been in the game for a year and you a vet? When I look on the charts I don't see no threat The most hated emcee Even hated by my brother Fuck the source They can keep the cover I'm the illest nigga alive "Why?" you say I dissed the west coast and I moved to L.A Yea! I don't give a fuck mother fucker I spit bombs Niggas got beef with Dog Shits on We can throw hands or bottles or shoot guns Niggas want to keep it on the stage and spit one But I gotta tell you when your ass is done I'm a burn emcees like the sun Ya'll niggas better run When Tim Dog come to gun I be dissing emcees for fun [Verse two] A lot of niggas be biting shit They run around in the game like they mother fucking nice and shit Everybody know where Snoop got the D-O-G And niggas know DMX got the bark from me But you all want to say I hate Check my resume bitch Go back to '88 First Dog in the game First Dog with the name First up in the bitch I'm in the Hall of Fame You in the Hall of Shame Ya all the same While I was born to fam I'm in the Hall of Game Ya'll some mother fucking swagger-jackers Running after the sales of these crackers And these fucking backpackers And now you want to hate on me Mark my words nigga I'm the original D-O-G I'm the sickest nigga Got the baddest bitches, nigga Niggas hire me for dissing Cause I'm quick to diss a nigga And quick to stick a nigga for his fucking riches, nigga Digging on your fucking grave Make you shit your britches, nigga I rain on you niggas to hurt you Nigga i ain't drunk of the Cristal High off the purple I'm focused, man And I'm hungry as fuck And you faggot ass rappers done pushed your luck I'm a get you for your jewels And get you for your truck I'm a get you till your very last God damn buck And show the industry that your wack as fuck BX mother fucker What's up? [Verse three] Up town niggas are the craziest West side niggas are the craziest South Bronx niggas are the craziest From Hunts Point to Co-op We invented Hip-Hop BX and we ain't gonna stop Our body guard's a Glock and not a cop Our rhymes are hot, your rhymes is not Ya'll mother fuckers stop 'fore your ass get shot I'm the D-O-G and your ass is not [Tim Dog ad lib]