check em Check em real quick [D-Nice ] Let's check em, man [CHORUS: both] I know that you're a hoe for my wealth You better just check yourself Cause
and I cried Down for you nigga wit' lie after lie, after lie Got sick of tradin' games wit' you Started bein' jealous of me like dames would do I'm like dawg check
you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for
Z] Yup! Hovi's home, the global phone The world is back in order the number one rap recorder is back You cats overfelt yourself You couldn't help yourself
They say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae We played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee
smell what The Rock's cooking If you smell what The Rock's cooking [The Rock] Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] Jabroni, check yourself
was sweet, so nice and so neat With any other guy he didn't have to compete George was mature, he made sure that he was the only one I'd ever adore Girls
ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh! It was a wake up, wake up, wake
so you gots to prove Somethin' to the ones you love but you needs to know If you ain't doin' it for yourself it don't matter d'oh It was a wake up Just
stupid Once again you got the sound of the Underground Baby Dope is in the house Boy, yea, are we puttin' things in check, Baby D? Too stupid check I'
maid [Chorus] Your life's a cartoon [Shock G] Try to take a nod on the bus, put your ear in a blob Left by a moisturiser overdoing slob Nice and wet
shouldn't know they're really superior And yo it's time to listen, tick tock, tick tock Comin' from Chubb Rock so check the clock and organize Anytime you look at yourself
wanna say something on this Blast Master session Yo, this is Rich Nice You brothers gotta stop treating these hoes like nice girls And these nice girls like hoes True indeed, I'd
rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab play you for what you gon' play yourself ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself
nothin' else, they somethin' else Two guns with sons will get inside yourself Loose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health Will take the wind outta yourself
songs a collection of kids charmed lives Like the porn section of gary glitters hard drive Certified Wise throws a jam thats so hot it'd Make a married
