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*scratching* Brothers things done got too far gone (tell em bout it)

We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us!

Verse One: Erick Sermon

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

No big deal no sweat

Hmmm I was in for a big surprise

And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes

Brainlocked 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 (not the cash)

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

Cause she`s a gold digger (3X)

Verse Two: Parrish Smith

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

"Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl"

Yeah, and almost got vicked

She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin)

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"

(P cool, she could be a gold digger)

Not with that smile and that stupid boomin 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

Cause she`s a gold digger (3X)

Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith

[E] That`s why, men in the 90`s must watch themselves

[P] Cause ladies of the 80`s got hip and went for self

With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half

[E] That means the house goes

[P] The car

[E] You and half your cash

[P] 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

[E] A pucker with a strut

[P] Try to move in

[E] Knock the boots

[P] And got stuck, with alimony payments

[E] Time to meet Judge Wapner

[P] 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

[E] I do

[P] But look now, you lost the house

[E] The car

[P] Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment

[E] Boy you picked a winner

[P] But what goes around, comes around

[E] That`s why she wheels the Benz

[P] 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 3X)

[P] Yeah EPMD`s in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy

Hit Squad in effect in the house

[E] Large!!

Yeah, she get half

*scratching* Brothers things done got too far gone (tell em bout it)

We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us!

Verse One: Erick Sermon

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

No big deal no sweat

Hmmm I was in for a big surprise

And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes

Brainlocked 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 (not the cash)

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

Cause she`s a gold digger (3X)

Verse Two: Parrish Smith

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

"Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl"

Yeah, and almost got vicked

She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin)

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"

(P cool, she could be a gold digger)

Not with that smile and that stupid boomin 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

Cause she`s a gold digger (3X)

Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith

[E] That`s why, men in the 90`s must watch themselves

[P] Cause ladies of the 80`s got hip and went for self

With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half

[E] That means the house goes

[P] The car

[E] You and half your cash

[P] 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

[E] A pucker with a strut

[P] Try to move in

[E] Knock the boots

[P] And got stuck, with alimony payments

[E] Time to meet Judge Wapner

[P] 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

[E] I do

[P] But look now, you lost the house

[E] The car

[P] Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment

[E] Boy you picked a winner

[P] But what goes around, comes around

[E] That`s why she wheels the Benz

[P] 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 3X)

[P] Yeah EPMD`s in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy

Hit Squad in effect in the house

[E] Large!!

Yeah, she get half

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