*scratching* Brothers things done got too far gone (tell em bout it)
We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us!
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Oh what the heck let`s get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal no sweat
Hmmm I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked my whole damn head was malfunctional
Cause I forgot to co sign a prenuptial agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that`s five star
that she bought, when I was away on tour
Hittin` my bank account, gettin more and more money
She got paid, it wasn`t funny
Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy
Just my luck, that I`m stuck with a marriage
And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can`t leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money
So I chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can`t picture bein in the street
So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh
Fake everything so I can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like I love you so much
But wishin, she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there`s one I`ll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They`re called gold diggers
Cause she`s a gold digger (3X)
Verse Two: Parrish Smith
The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin)
Top it off, she drove a black Maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn`t resist
I tapped E on the shoulder and said, Yeah I gots to get this
(P cool, she could be a gold digger)
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure
til one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten G`s on Levi`s, cold went Rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up, and said (oh P you`re so large)
Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs
Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug (so did you flip?)
Tried to but she cut me off
And said, Guess what? (what) I`m pregnant (pregnant? damn)
Yeah and the child is yours
So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
Cause she`s a gold digger
Cause she`s a gold digger (3X)
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
[E] That`s why, men in the 90`s must watch themselves
[P] Cause ladies of the 80`s got hip and went for self
With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half
[E] That means the house goes
[P] The car
[E] You and half your cash
[P] What a price to pay, but if you play you pay
Cause women of the world they got smart today
They flash a smile and profile
[E] A pucker with a strut
[P] Try to move in
[E] Knock the boots
[P] And got stuck, with alimony payments
[E] Time to meet Judge Wapner
[P] You try to flip and cut, but she smiles `cause she gotcha
You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
Said the two deadly words
[E] I do
[P] But look now, you lost the house
[E] The car
[P] Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment
[E] Boy you picked a winner
[P] But what goes around, comes around
[E] That`s why she wheels the Benz
[P] And you ride Greyhound
Oh, just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
(Now you know)
Not to mess with a gold digger
Cause she`s a gold digger (repeat 3X)
[P] Yeah EPMD`s in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
Hit Squad in effect in the house
[E] Large!!
Yeah, she get half
