Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Big Daddy Kane
Big Daddy Kane
Sampled Artist
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Sampled Artist
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Harris
Derrick Harris
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Mixing Engineer
True Master
True Master
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Buddah Monk
Buddah Monk
Mixing Engineer
Jack Hersca
Jack Hersca
Mixing Engineer
RZA
RZA
Mixing Engineer
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Recording Engineer
Jimmie Lee
Jimmie Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Shit, word, I'll bust that **** ass right now
Ain't no– none of them **** can't fuck with me
What? ****, you could never fuck with me, my ****
Ol' Dirty
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
Ol' Dirty
I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to?
Yo, word up, bust that **** ass, word up
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll fuck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
That **** Dirty
Ol' Dirty
He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him
[Verse 1]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MCs looking out
I drop science like girls be dropping babies
Enough to make a **** go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more shit
Enough to make you break and shake your ass as I create
Rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
**** catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of Mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherfucking profile
Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, **** be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing, before, you knew a whole fucking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MCs came to my showdown
Then watched me put your fucking ass low down
As you can go below zero
Without a doubt, I never been tooken out
By a **** who couldn't figure
Yo, by a **** who couldn't figure
Yo, by a **** who couldn't figure
Brooklyn Zoo
How to pull the fucking gun trigger, I said, "Get the fuck out of here"
**** wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that ****'s name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rain, it pours 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will rizzock the spot
MCs, I be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
****, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my ****, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
Who's there? Another motherfucking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)
[Chorus]
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
Brooklyn Zoo
What?
Shame on you when you step through to
My ****
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
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
[Outro]
What?
My ****
Shame on you
Shame—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on— Shame on— Shame on you when you step through to—
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
What? My ****
Written by: D. Harris, Ol' Dirty Bastard, True Master
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