[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Raekwon]
One, two, one, two
You taping this?
All types of shit, yo, let that shit ride
Blue moon
Word to mother
Turn up the microphone
You saw me standing alone
Do all that good shit
One, two, one, two
Do all that good shit
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
Without a dream in my heart
Shit
Yo, yo, check this out, check the joint
This is strictly for the radio
Yo, I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy
They grew up cursing (Woo)
So please respect my style, please, please
I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh
Oh, shit, nah
I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse, then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniff—
The right amount
Y-yo, Dirty, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bring it back, come on)
[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse, then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniff the right amount
Wake you up and then I ask you how do you attend this
Competition to get an ass-kicking so tremendous?
Ah, you shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone, like a son, he'll be fatherless
I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MCs start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet-black kid, the n***a started speaking Spanish
Yo, you wasn't from Panama
I asked you how you get so fucking dark, you said, "Suntan-ama"
You responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, ah, scared your ass
Kicked the hundred strongest rhymes, then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told you, enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any shit you brang
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?
My main source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler
You try to Jew me for my n***a, I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like a Nazi
Wish your fuckin' ass stayed home and play Yahtzee
Or watchin' Happy Days, sweating Potsie
With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Unique, yo, kid
Check this shit out, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Ninety-five n***as is wasted, keystone capered
And Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foaming out the mouthpiece, heads blown like yeast
Murderously, I do shows and perform in Greece
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic, big national, hot tracks, geographics
Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones, Tony Stark for the diamond in Rome
He's convincing, labeled one-man rap convention
The n***a that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness, plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sunroof, be out like a wandering dream
Settle and get startled off of verbal hygiene, my n***a (Yeah)

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & GZA]
Back, but forgot the chainsaw
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular
Come on, can I get a, "Wu-Tang?"
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, it's on your brain
He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
My mama taught me this ****
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good
Which is good
Sweet sugar pie
I admire true n***as like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That—
[Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nuh
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
To the West Coast
To the East Coast
To the North Coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South, put it all together and it spell, "News"
Then you got the old rhythm, bastard blues
And you don't stop
So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Word up, louder
Represent, how do we do?
What is good with everybody? Yo, number one, is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' house?
Yeah
Man, come on, man, with that bullshit
Is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' house?
Fuck is goin' on?
N***as from Brooklyn don't fuckin', we don't scream like that
N***as don't yell like that
Motherfuckers, is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' house?
Shit, is Uptown in the motherfuckin' house?
Yo, fuck that shit
Is my Black n***as and n***arettes in the motherfuckin' house? (Yeah)
Shit is live here at the Q, man
But, yo, ayy, and what I can't understand, man—
A n***a gotta get drunk
Uh, look, Ol' Dirty in the— I got my Brooklyn Zu n***as here tonight
Uh-huh
You know what I'm saying?
And these n***as ain't no motherfuckin' joke (Uh-huh)
They playin' 'em a fool with the next record
What the fuck goin' down, Chucky?
Give me some love, n***a
Fuck them n***as
Yo, check it out, yo
I'ma get busy for y'all n***as and n***arettes tonight
Uh-huh
You know what I'm saying?
But a n***a as sober as a priest and a n***a gotta get drunk first
So y'all keep continuing this fat shit
Yo, I wanna give 'nough respect to everybody that's coming here and doing this shit
You know what I'm saying?
But, yo, my man the bandit over here, he gon' have shit rollin' for y'all
On the real side, man
I brought the hardcore
N***as gotta go
Keep it real
N***as gon' get drunk, n***as gotta go
Life can fuck— Life can really fuck a n***a up sometime and shit
When you— When you drunk, you— All you can see is fucking light, man
That's all I know and that's all I see
Yeah
Let me move the fuck over here
Yo, yo
We the n***as who stay jammin' shit
Yo, I give 'nough respect to n***as that got up here, man
But, yo, I'd be lying if a bitch ain't fucking hear us, man
You know what I'm saying?
N***as coming into this rap game and shit and motherfuckers actually think this fucking rap game is a fucking joke
Word up
Let me explain to y'all about how the fuck rap is
See, rap to me is like my bitch, right? My bitch
She fuck another n***a and I get mad and I wanna kill the bitch and I wanna kill the n***a
See, this is how you must step up to the motherfuckin' microphone