Keep the Receipt

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]

Oh

Yo, this is Dirt McGirt

I'm chilling with Kanye West

He's killing y'all niggas on the beats

He's killing y'all niggas on the tracks

Where your plaques at, dog?

The game is officially over

Go kill yourself

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]

Now, take that equipment back to the store

We don't want to hear that weak shit no more

Do anybody else make hits anymore?

Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker (Keep the receipt, motherfuckers)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Now, y'all gon' stop talking that shit that you talking

Your broke-ass mama couldn't afford that abortion

Now, tell me, how the hell she gon' afford that coffin?

Now, I done sat back and seen it all too often

The backbone of this, like Marino to the Dolphins

Most hits out The Chi since Sosa and Andre Dawson

My niggas had ProTools, I had no tools

Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old school

Only difference is my tracks drove niggas postal

So I drove coastal, while they stayed local

How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you?

Sit down, I'll coach you while we style in posters, dog

Niggas had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball

I'll see you at the awards

Huh, and after all that it took

I made it to the Roc, I guess I ain't as dumb as you look

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Now, take that equipment back to the store

We don't want to hear that weak shit no more

Do anybody else make hits anymore?

Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker

Now, take that equipment back to the store

We don't want to hear that weak shit no more

Do anybody else make hits anymore?

Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Now, I showed you how to do this, dawg

Put a few beats on the tape, I saved this one for myself

I heard you niggas' tapes, need a little bit of help

But I'm rapping, and I can't do nothing for you, man

Ask Gee or Hop, this forty grand if you ain't fam

I mean, if you ain't Hov, if you ain't Cam

Damn, I know you say, "He killing himself!

"He got a little-bitty deal, now he feeling himself" – yup!

Just 'cause I play beats and act hospitable

Don't mean I can't get you changed to "hospital you"

I'm from a raw family, dawg, and I'll spit on you

So play like a kid in the garden and get little, dude

Who your hypeman? I'm curious

They got you souped up like the cars on The Fast and Furious

Here go a new movie for you critics, called "Who's Laughing?"

The first producer that rap better than the rappers

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]

Now, take that equipment back to the store

We don't want to hear that weak shit no more

Do anybody else make hits anymore?

Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker

Now, take that equipment back to the store

We don't want to hear that weak shit no more

Do anybody else make hits anymore?

I guess— mmm, I guess— mmm, mm

[Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Aftermath still making them hits, nigga

Lunatics still making them hits, nigga

So So Def still making them hits, nigga

Bad Boy still making them hits, nigga

Wu-Tang still making them hits, nigga

Ruff Ryders still making them hits, nigga

Cash Money still making them hits, nigga

Dirt McGirt still making them hits, nigga

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yo! The game is over! Go kill yourself!

Go kill yourself, nigga!

We don't want to hear that weak shit no more