Lyrics:

[Slick Rick] Check, check, check, check Check, check.. * Slick Rick starts humming a snake charmer song * Yeah.. They say.. that Rick Rick is.. You're all garbage, that type talk I'm on Dumb one becomin glad the great one walks among Whisperin, couple I scuffle eye You little feedback niggaz don't want any trouble Rick'll own clout, sewn bout Lick a throw now, how til death I kick a bone out Why pursue for folk object? My record will be barkin all through your broke project ?? Yes my dog art, best to park her, kark her ?? You don't want death to walk her Not sayin that -- ain't nuttin could do me But in the rap game, all secondary to me WHOA, whatever I settle if a nigga wanna eat he better never cry battle Hell yeah, ram the one sell fare elsewhere Put you and your family on welfare Chorus: Canibus (Ricky D!) Rip it up, your watery blood ain't thick enough, yo wack niggaz ain't slick enough Ready and willin to face you, death awaits you The king piece in the chess game, to checkmate you [Slick Rick] Ooooooooooh, twist shot bitch, ?? voter ignores ?? Watch toys duck, consider rap's ultimate voicebox Devour, and addressin dem coward How can one man posess so much power? Rhyme tearin through, bash all trifle the eyes and spare a few assholes lives This object -- brothers are glued to knob lick 'Scuse me, if I'm bein overly rude to public The favorite -- make you fall in love, make whoever with clever kid, make you do the best steps you ever did The trick is, managin to kick it It's no such thing as challenging the Slickest It's double-or-sure shot, crumble before spot (I know) Must be humble before