[Intro:]
[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
Yo, this is Dirt McGirt!
I'm chilling with Kanye West,
He's killing y'all niggas on the beats,
He's killing y'all niggas on the tracks!
The game is officially over,
Go kill yourself!
[Kanye West:]
Where your plaques at, dawg?
Keep the recipt, mothafuckas!
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]
Now take that equipment back to the store,
We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more.
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, mothafucka, it's the Roc, mothafucka!
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now y'all gon' stop talkin' that shit that you talkin',
Your broke ass mamma couldn't afford that abortion,
Now tell me how the hell she gon' afford that coffin?
Now I done sat back and seen it all too often.
The backbone of this like Marino to the Dolphins,
Most hits out the Chi since Sosa and Andre Dawson,
My niggas had Pro Tools, I had no tools,
Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old school!
Only difference is my tracks drove niggas postal,
So I drove costal while they stay local,
How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you?
Sit down, I'll coach you while we style in posters, dawg!
Niggas had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball,
I'll see you at the awards,
Now after all that it took, I made it to the Roc,
I guess I ain't as dumb as you look.
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]
Now take that equipment back to the store,
We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more.
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, mothafucka, it's the Roc, mothafucka!
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Now I showed you how to do this, dawg,
Put a few beats on the tape, I saved this one for myself.
I heard you niggas' tapes need a little bit of help,
But I'm rappin' and I can't do nothing for you, man!
Ask G and Hop this, 40 grand if you ain't fam,
I mean, if you ain't Hov, if you ain't Cam,
Damn, I know you say he's killin' hisself,
He got a little bitty deal, now he feelin' hisself.
Yup, just ‘cause I played beats and act hospitable,
Don't mean I can't get you changed to hospital you,
I'm from a raw family, dawg, and I'll spit on you,
So play like a kid in the garden and get little you.
Who your hype man? I'm curious.
It got you souped-up like the cars on the Fast & Furious.
Here go a new movie for you critics called «Who's Laughing?»
The first producer that rap better than the rappers.
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]
Now take that equipment back to the store,
We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more.
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, mothafucka, it's the Roc, mothafucka!
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Aftermath still makin' them hits, nigga!
Lunatics still makin' them hits, nigga!
So So Def still makin' them hits, nigga!
Bad Boy still makin' them hits, nigga!
Wu-Tang still makin' them hits, nigga!
Ruff Ryders still makin' them hits, nigga!
Cash Money still makin' them hits, nigga!
Dirt McGirt still makin' them hits, nigga!
Yo, yo, the game is over, go kill yourself!
Go kill yourself, nigga!
We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more.