Thought U Wuz Nice

[Intro]

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

(Ayo, get the fuck out the studio with that bullshit)

Wait, wait

(Ayo, Gary Coleman)

I wanna finish counting

(Get your little fat Ron O'Neal afro ass in here, kick this shit)

No, don't kick me out, I'm not finished

Oh boy, it's big trouble in the place

I'm in the place, I'm in the place, I'm in the place

I'm in the place, I'm in the rashole place

I'm in the place, I'm in the place, I'm in the place

I'm in the place, I'm in the ras—

I'm in the place, I'm in the place, I'm in the place

Check it, yo, check it, uh

[Verse 1]

Just when you thought you was nice

In comes the rude boy that they call Phife

Since the year of '89, I've been around the world twice

And everywhere I go, they say the same shit (That kid is nice)

Gotta give a shout to my everyday peeps

The ones who knew the time, the ones who never did sleep

'89 twas the year when I entered the game

Nobody knew my face, nobody knew my name

But I knew from day one that this here wasn't games

Gots to do this 'cause I love this, so mother-eff the fame

Gotta represent with the correct mindframe

Since Tip and De La put me on, hip-hop has never been the same

My eyebrows lift when Tip or Sha' say "Kick a rhyme"

I simply go for broke, because I'm no joke

I learned to freestyle early because I couldn't afford a pencil

Or better yet a dime that I could lend to Mr. Wendell

A lot of emcees talk 'bout they want fi take me out

They figured I'd lose my touch just because me down south

But you know good and well that Malik ain't havin' that

I could live in friggin' Greece, still in all, I won't slack

I'm sayin' though, my brother, you know there ain't no other

So tell your main chick that the Diggy still love ya

Got that raw daddy flow, my idol's Maya Angelou

And by all means I'm gettin' paid 'cause Mighty Lighty said so

I drop you emcees in a line like a game of dominoes

So here we go, here we go, here we go

Yes, see, in the East we gets biz

Phife Diggy is the man, kid, whoomp there it is

Gots to give a shout to Walt, since '87, he's had my back

Pa dukes, ma dukes, my little brother named Zack

My main purpose in life is to be no one but Phife

Just when you thought you was nice, a'ight

[Refrain]

Now if you think that I'm gonna be good to you

And if you think that I got what you need

Sure, you're right

(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay

Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)

Well, if you think that I'm gonna be good to you

And if you think that I got what you need

Sure, you're right

(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay

Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)

[Verse 2]

I ain't got nothin' but the battle raps fallin' out my mouthpiece

I cannot let this style leave me, 'cause if you think that's what made me

Mad emcees tried to play me one time or another

But see, that same mother-- wants me to put on his brother

I'm that same emcee from when you did not wanna hear me (Yep)

But hopped The Love with Midnight and Low End Theory

Oh boy, how things change when you're nice with yours

"Hey, Phife Dawg, you the man" — please get your hands off my paws (Beat it)

Not to be stink or nothin' but most of y'all just be frontin'

Whatever happened to realism or constructive criticism?

Hip-hop unity, dude — ain't we all in this together?

But I guess brothers got themselves to better, so whatever

Stuck on self as in delf, delf as in dolo

Dolo as in solo, biting lyrics is a no-no

Some of y'all will say it's nice, some of y'all will say that it sucks

But at day's end, you chase my ass like Good Humor ice cream truck

And now it's evident and clear that you're all on my jock

For a toasted almond pop, you'll go far up the block

You little sucker, and let's not forget I chocolate eclairs

And strawberry shortcakes, too, motherf— (What, what, what)

[Refrain]

Well, if you think that I'm gonna be good to you

And if you think that I got what you need

Sure, you're right

(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay

Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)

Well, if you think that I'm gonna be good to you

And if you think that I got what you need

Sure, you're right

(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay

Phife Dawg got somethin' for you, baby)

If you think that I'm gonna be good to you

And if you think that I got what you need

Sure, you're right

(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay

Phife Diggy got somethin' for you, baby)

(Uh-huh, you got the right one, baby)

If you think that I'm gonna be good to you

And if you think that I got what you need

Sure, you're right

(Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippee yay

Mutty Ranks got somethin' always, every day, like what)

[Outro]

Well, if you that I'm gonna be good to you

Good to you, good to you

Crazy good to you, good—, good to you

I make it good to you, good to you

To all the girls in the house, I make it good to you

Good to you, good to you

All the fellas know what time it is, we good to you

My nigga Fudge Love, yeah, he good to you

To all my New York brothers, yes, you're feelin' it (Good to you)

To my peeps in Syracuse, yep, you're feelin' it (Good to you)

ATL represent, yep, good to you

(Tear shit up, Cincinnati, L.A.)

Q-U-double E-N to the S

(Around my way, we don't play)

It means we fresh, nevertheless

(Indianapolis, can't tackle this or act on this)

Phife Diggy dawg is the motherfreakin' best, ah

(Don't, chigga, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't ever try to battle this)

Step off with that garbage