Tim Dog — You Aint Shit

[Intro] Yeah, ha ha ha This goes out to the motherfuckin' MCs in the business You know who you are My motherfuckin' name is Tim Dog and I ain't takin' no shorts And I'm getting ready to wax that ass like this [Verse 1] (Dog growling) Give me the microphone, let me recite the poem Rappers today ain't shit Puttin' out records without one hit, huh! Their career depends on a gimmick Your lyrics so sick you should take 'em to the clinic What I'm talkin' about is a sell-out Your wack boy, now get the hell out Rappers like Kid 'n Play, rappers like Kwamé Rappers like Young MC with nothin' to say Bullshit! Bullshit, Bullshit! Ain't no way you're gonna tell me that's a hit 'Cause I'm not going out like a sucker So you can call me a dumb motherfucker I'm a asiatic hardcore brother from the streets With the dope-ass beats Tim Dog and I'm true to my trade And my trade will get me paid And if you think crossin' over makes you legit You ain't shit! Y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah a lot of these motherfuckers out there got the wack lyrics They got the wack beats They gettin' promoted crazy And then goin' platinum? Get the fuck outta here, I ain't havin' it! [Verse 2] Yo, everyone wanna be down with a motherfuckin' hip-hop tribe Talkin' that black shit, that wack shit That peace shit, exact shit Talkin' that red black and green That's cool, but give me the green You can be home preaching to your brotherman I'll be home, fuckin' his girlfriend I'm the lyrical, miracle, diabolical king Look at the 3-D ring! Power! Uh, comin' at your dome Sending wack rappers home You wanna go and go and just flow and flow But your rhymes are too wack for your show You wanna fuck with the D-O-G But you could never, ever, ever fuck with me And if you think crossin' over makes you legit Baby you ain't shit! Whooo! Yo, you know what we go to do We got to bond together, all the hardcore rappers And smoke this weakness 'Cause this is a motherfucking disease that's goin' take money out my pocket And I ain't tryin' to have that shit [Verse 3] One-two-three-four-five-six-seven MCs Get waxed with ease I'm the motherfucking man ya heard about Tim Dog, huh, I got the clout I got the energetical, theoretical, copacetical, alphabetical, hypothetical Lyrics to wax attack new jacks And put the hypes in wax Yeah, suckers get on my nerve That's why I gotta serve Take a nigga like MC Hammer A wack-ass rapper but a dope-ass dancer But still he win rap awards Public Enemy it's time to get yours You gotta be a villain 'Cause Tim Dog, I'm microphone killin' I'ma step to a wack MC And if he tries to get beef with me I'ma wax his ass, I'ma tax his ass I'ma fax his ass and cold lax his ass I'm lettin' you know I'm from the Boogie Down I'm not fuckin' around So if you think crossin' over makes you legit Nigga you ain't shit! [Outro] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! So don't forget about me baby And I'm lettin' you know I'm steppin' to anything that's wack 'Cause it's because of the wack that the good can't rule Y'know what I'm saying So we got to do what we got to do To get what we got to get Like my man Chuck D said "How low can you go?" Straight up and down Peace to the Zulu Nation And I'm outta here Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!