Dirty The Moocher Lyrics - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway 

Featuring the Dirt Dog 

First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst 

I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse 

I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack 

Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack 

The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot 

All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin' shit hot 

Like the blow between glocks, mad niggas I shot 

Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock 

Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock 

Crazy as a fox tryin' to rob Fort Knox 

The DeNiro Al Pachino war 

Tryin' to score mad dough like a million or more 

For the illegal war that's all I saw 

It's all about that knot in ya 

I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones 

Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones 

Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops 

Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props 

But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale 

Hi, de, hi, de, hi, de, hi 

(Hi, de, hi, de, hi, de, hi) 

Hoo 

(Hoo) 

He, de, he, de, he, de, he 

(He, de, he, de, he, de, he) 

Hey 

(Hey) 

Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch Cream 

Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things 

Just in case you don't make it to the safe 

Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced 

Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit 

The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse 

My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop 

Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs 

About made zoo, 6, 6, 6, 6, 2 

'Cause I'm goin' all out with the supplies of Balu 

I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable 

Stickin' my middle fuckin' finger at you 

Livin' in America's fuckin' fucked up 

When I was young some say I had no sense 

I rhymed all day until my throat got tense 

And bought 'em by the cage from my lungs to my knees 

In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze 

Ah-choo, then I was sore, there was only one cure 

Original rhymes wholesome in thought 

Democratic are debatin' wanna be the imitatin' 

But the knowledge that I'm givin' positively stimulatin' 

I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town 

South proof projects, did they really go down 

Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old 

I didn't know about frontin' or playin' a role 

I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks 

With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks 

Prince start jackin' in my baseball cap 

I'm tellin' many chit-chats step off my jockstrap 

Approach this party other known as a jam 

Lookin' for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham 

From front to back the jam was packed 

Over there some dance, over there I just macked 

I looked around then I started to walk 

Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk 

The kid was nice for payin' the price 

And give weak MCs beneficial advice 

Yes, beneficial meaning good for more 

Frontin' cause with the mamas would have loved to explore 

Studied MC and changed lyrics around 

Before I became a member of the lost and sound 

My words I strung, I bettered my voice 

Rollin over people known to be top choice 

Ch, ch, blaow, blaow, blaow 

Hoodlum 

Hi, de, hi, de, hi, de, hi 

(Hi, de, hi, de, hi, de, hi ) 

Ho, de, ho, de, ho, de, ho 

(Ho, de, ho, de, ho, de, ho) 

He, de, he, de, hee, de, hee 

(He, de, he, de, hee, de, hee) 

Hoo hoo 

(Hoo hoo)