The Worst

Lyrics

[Intro] "Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" "Onyx! Onyx!" "Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" "Onyx! Onyx!" [Verse 1: Raekwon] A-yo, staircase to stage now, major waves Tank top Nautica, flippin' your daughter thirty ways Yeah, who want mine? Bent outta shape One-time play the mall, starin' at your bird of all sunshine Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back, wigs lift You know the stats, God, don't even ask, pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat My shit now 5-feet-6 with a crisp hat, plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggas is with that Dough, Federados locked my man, yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand in the bottle Bitch snack is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code, 'Rique, suitcase money, stow heat Rock Navi's dough, hundred dollar bags valet That nigga crab meat, gamin' himself like Milton Bradley [Verse 2: Fredro Starr & X-1] Yo, the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot, chicks is topless Whips is spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't knock this! Bustin' shots — you better not miss! X-1 wild out, and make you watch this 'Til your eyes turn red with blotches Eatin' scraps out the garbage Unload a cartridge and bust a cap X could never trust a cat Onyx is as hot as it gets! Bitches fuckin' for free is outta the quest' Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest! WHAT! I toss the heat from across the street Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' soft and sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga, don't waste mine Expose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath Laid out on the dance floor, blood and Moët, I'm blowin' your set Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin' in debt I'm goin' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a stroke Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red X-Milli-1, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned Nothin' keepin' me calm but heat in my palm Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man" [Verse 3: Sonny Seeza] Steel master, grab half the cash fast and bash And splash yo' class, mash your staff, what?! Nigga, get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch Get murked, you front in the wrong circle, punk! Mack clever niggas dat regu' Catch you on the d-low in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacatin' your space, breakin' your face Straighten your waist, twist you! And won't miss you! Official Nast and Killa Bee — full blast, get off, smash Pull fast for your stash Long as the war last, foot up in your ass Tryin' to count more math, bringin' the hardcore rap! [Verse 4: Killa Sin] Yo, we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top-of-the-line cuisine fiends Number one love for thug, Queens schemin' on C.R.E.A.M.  My whole team love the E-cup bras and mob cars Killa Sin known for makin' niggas reach for the stars This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the abyss Cannabis evangelist, iron palms with metal fists Wu build like construction and bang like percussion All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what?! [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man" [Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz & Method Man] Holy shit! Who the fuck is dat?! (It's John-John) Sticky Fingaz, kid, you got my back? (I got yo' back, cousin) I got the MAC-dozen (And when them niggas start dumpin', bust back, cousin) 'Cause it's a new year — time for some new shit! Nowadays, rappers dyin' over music Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin' songs for survival Duckin' homicidal, you rival Yeah, yeah! Onyx, Wu-Tang — on tracks we gang-bang Chitty-bang-bang! (Chitty-chitty-bang-bang) Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins Caught in the zone, home on the range A-yo, you rang on ferocious, atrocious We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala… (Dope shit!) (8 ball in the corner pocket!) We snatch wallets off the white-collared The Big Apple forever rotted Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix' (So what the bumbaclot?!) Pop shit, we do the knowledge To shark niggas, once bitten, major swingers heavy hittin' Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in The meltin' pot's boilin' hot now in Hell's Kitchen Yo, Sticky Fingaz — one of the illest motherfuckers Believe dat!! My moms don't raise no suckas I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers Touch somethin' of mine, and you'll have nine fingaz! ('Nuff said, let's paint this whole fuckin' town red) And RIP *Paper sheet tear* they whole crew to a shred I got cold blood! (I pull yo' plug) I hold, bust! (Show no love) I'm so bugged! (Shoot yo' home up) And shoot up the whole club! (We throw slugs) You ain't no thug! I earned every goddamn penny that I got, son I'm rollin' shotgun in the convertible I wish a nigga wo-wo-would try to fuckin' jack me, I'll murder you! (I'll murder you! I'll murder you! I'll murder you!) [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst!" "You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man" [Outro] "Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" "Onyx! Onyx!" "Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" "Onyx! Onyx!"