[Verse 1: Q-Tip] To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bonafide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my mama is sick I'm by her bedside Used to watch the show on Channel 4 called Riptide Wash my wears in-Tide cause it's too damn cold out-Tide That's how the runnings go If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the Chemical Bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best Quest you ask the Quest you ask real fast Cause I don't wanna see 'em, start bucking Throwing chairs in the air while you be ducking What? What? Don't step to me with that If you promoting a show make sure it ain't wack Or else I'm leaving ("let me tell you") I'm leaving ("let me tell you") I'm leaving ("let me tell you") Your wack show
[Interlude: Q-Tip & Phife] Yo man what's up with that? Yo don't sweat me. C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal C'mon man, don't try to play me out We don't need you, sorry!
[Verse 2: Q-Tip] I want chicken and orange juice, that's what's on my rider And my occasional potato by Oreida Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty See I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto Took a few shorts before Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear Ain't taking no shorts no more, now Please act proper 'fore I call the CrimeStoppers Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like you know It's, the 90s, time to make moves Not, the 80s, do away withcha womb So what? You got a crew I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zoo Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that we're taken care of And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out