Now here's a little
story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers
you know so well
It started way back in history
With Ad Rock, M.C.A. (and me) Mike D
Been had a little horsey
named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsey
and a quart of beer
Riding across the land,
kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail
cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down
on my baseball hat
The air is getting hot,
the beer is getting flat
Lookin for a girl,
I ran into a guy
His name was MCA,
I said, "howdy",
he said, "hi"
He told a little story that
sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run
and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand
and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse,
his throat was dry,
he asked me for a sip
He said, "Can I get some?",
I said, "You can't get none!"
Had a chance to run and
pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head
and this is what he said
Now my name is MCA
I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is
it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here,
an outlaw and his beer
I run this land,
you understand,
I make myself clear?
We stepped into the wind,
he had a gun,
I had a grin
You think this story's over
but it's ready to begin
Now I got the gun
you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or
you can ride with me
I said, I'll ride with you if
you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for
what I did to his daughter
I did it like this,
I did it like that
I did it with a wiffleball bat
So I'm on the run;
the cop's got my gun
And right about now it's
time to have some fun
The King Ad Rock,
that is my name
And I know the fly spot
where they got the champagne
We rode for 6 hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping
& the girlies was hot
This dude was staring
like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot
ne t to him at the bar
MCA said, "ayo, you know this kid?"
I said, I didn't, but I knew he did
The kid said,
"get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D and I'm
about to get money."
Pulled out the jammy,
aimed it at the sky
He yelled,
"stick 'em up"
and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D and I get respect
Your cash and your
jewelry is what I e pect"
MCA was with it he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player
& I punched him in the face
The piano player's out,
the music stopped
This boy had beef,
and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money
MCA snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies
and a beer that's cold
