Gold Digger Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

[Erick Sermon] 

Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named Erick 

No big deal, no sweat 

I was in for a big surprise 

And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes 

Brain-locked, 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, getting more and more money 

She got paid, it wasn't funny 

Talking 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 being 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 wishing, 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 [Repeat: x3] 

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[Parrish Smith] 

The p had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this 

"fly girl" 

Yeah, and almost got vicked 

She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what ya saying) 

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 got's to get this" 

(p cool, she could be a gold digger) 

Not with that smile and that stupid booming 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 

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Cause she's a gold digger [Repeat: x3] 

[Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith)] 

That's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves 

(cause ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self) 

(With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half) 

That means the house goes 

(the car) 

You and half your cash 

(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) 

A pucker with a strut 

(try to move in) 

Knock the boots 

(and got stuck, with alimony payments) 

Time to meet judge wapner 

(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) 

I do 

(but look now, you lost the house) 

The car 

(eating TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment) 

Boy you picked a winner 

(but what goes around, comes around) 

That's why she wheels the benz 

(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: x3] 

Yeah epmd's in effect, dj scratch runs flex boy 

Hit squad in effect in the house 

Large! 

Yeah, she get half