EPMD - Gold Digger Lyrics

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, gettin' more and more money

She got paid, it wasn't funny, talkin' 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
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money so I chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein' 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 wishin', 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

She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger

The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this, "Fly girl"
Yeah, and almost got wicked, she had green eyes, thunder thighs
And a def body, 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 gots to get this"
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin' figure till 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 tried to but she cut me off and said
‽Guess what? I'm pregnant" 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

She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger

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 eatin' 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

She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger

Yeah EPMD's in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
Hit Squad in effect in the house
Large
Yeah, she get half