[Intro: Yo-Yo]
Yo, Yo-Yo is in the house
Representin' hip-hop
'Cause it don't stop
We gonna do it like this
Bring it in, my girl T-Bone
IBWC is in the house and this is how we gon' do this
This is for you, Arsenio—check it out

[Verse 1: Yo-Yo]
Everybody wanna host but everybody is not a hostess
The hostess with the mostest
Arsenio the boldest
The biggest, the baddest, the meanest, the toughest
The roughest, we wrote this song just for you
So in the mean time, be it the, between time
Baby you work your thang and I'll work mine
The Y-O Y-O is up so fly
Just another reason why this beat is so tight
I'm the master mind, the master mind of all rhymes
Master mind of all times with these gangsta lines

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
The A to the R-S-E-N-I-O
Here we be, you and me for the last Arsenio Show
The man with the plan at half past eleven
Kick props to hip-hop twenty-four-seven
And I'ma miss him
Seeing him kick "izm"
Roughneck from Cleveland, Ohio, he's handsome
Words taken for ransom, smooth with his romancin'
They bust a move, yo, he's all that and then some
When I say "Arsenio", you say "Hall"
Arsenio (Hall)
Arsenio (Hall)
[Verse 3: Treach from Naughty By Nature]
We're on wax and it concerns ya
That make us eternal like a picture
Ya, bitch, ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture, ripped ya scripture
I'll mac a meal in fact until I stack the bills to rack the skills
Ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the "I" is capital
Double L, lower case T-O-W-N
No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
Yo, check, some can't see me
If it wasn't for Arsenio, it wouldn't be no late night TV

[Verse 4: Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest]
Question: Why is that MC's be wack
And major labels wanna sign all that crap? Ayo, fuck that!
Word to life I'm coming rug'
'Cause once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love

[Verse 5: Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest & Fu-Schnickens]
I be hating sucker MCs, and ya sucker n***as
Posing like you're hard when we know your damn card
What you figure? Rhyme-wise I do the figure eight so concisely
Musically I be the herb so sit back and light me
With my man named Chip and the Fu-Schnick, Fu-Schnick (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)

[Verse 6: Fu-Schnickens]
Ahhh-ooohh! Whatcha gon' do
When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?
Ahhh-ooohh! Whatcha gon' do
When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?
Achoo! Goobedy goo, Timbukone, Timbuktu
I can't see a ting like Mr. Magoo
The sniffling, huh-huh-ha
C-c-c-coughing, achoo!
Stuffy, naughty, nappy, Jack in the box, dreadlock rocks
So na, hic-cup, na, hic, what's up (Doc)? Gadzooks
Shiver my Timberland boots, oh my gosh, oh my goose, shucks
Now I, now I, eh, got the hiccups
Son, I rips up many tracks
Peace, Arsenio, check out the flow of my man CL Smooth
[Verse 7: CL Smooth]
Hit the lights and I appear
Beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function
And if you’re pretty, let your lady sleep in Carmel City
Begin and end the day on Lennon, hunts for beachfronts
To lit blunts, now all agreed we’re sippin' OJ with the Dom P
Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Lucified
CL is sextified and women spell me nationwide
You say you want my lips where and I can grab your what?
I love your hips, legs, breasts, faces with the firm butt
No doubt, I’m cruising on Arsenio Hall
Yes, yes, y'all and you don’t stop

[Verse 8: Guru from Gang Starr]
Gang Starr is in the house to get a rep
And one love to Arsenio, now check it
Original baldhead, Crooklynite, rudeboy instructor
I came back to lay down law to the suckers
I crush ya, you don't appear to be my brother
One more false move, I'll grab the toast and bust ya (Yeah, yeah)
You, stop talking trash, pass the L
Got mad clientèle, real brothers know me well
Other rappers go on tour and hide in their hotel
Me and the crew, we're as true as they come, son! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 9: Das EFX]
One, two, it’s the books coming with the Krazy-Drayz
Blowing up the block before my man gets swayze
We set it from the east, yo, set it from the east
Five years on the set, now it’s time to say peace
Me, I flips it, I rips it, now check out how I do it
Only hip-hop show representing hip-hop
They got me on the track black and sweeter than candy
I rip it like this wit' my man and Stanley
Yeah, it’s like that, y’all; yeah, it’s like that
So watch out how we do it straight from the sewer
[Verse 10: GZA of Wu-Tang Clan]
[?] Ar-se-nio hall, stage 29
GZA, Wu-Tang Clan, off-the-head rhyme
(*Lyrics muffled by the crowd*)
N***as get blown [?] of Jay Leno (Yeah)
Calling all cars, calling all cars
Lyrical psycho, armed and dangerous
Leaving mad scars on those, who are found bound, gagged
And shot when i blast the spot
Victims took off like astronauts
Get with this, even your best can’t
Come on down, you’re the next contestant (Yeah)
I used to warm up the cypher with a rhyme that was hyper
Chk-pow! Wu-Tang snipah

[Verse 11: KRS-One]
Yeah, one, two, check it out
One, two, check it, one, two, check (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Of the-of the top-top, head-head-head
I snap my fingers like I told ya, ya career is over
B-mp b-mp b-mp, clack clack clack
What-what-what you getting at?
Amateur, amateur rapper, rappers, are wick-wick-wack
Yeah-yes KRS–Arsenio, you are the better man
We could never ever check David Letterman
So we coming in the place right now
Yo, Mad Lion, show ’em how

[Verse 12: Mad Lion]
Arsenio, there’s no need to worry
As long as you can’t deny
You never ever lose your life
[?] have mercy
You ain’t ever got to worry at all
We shine our Glocks every night
East side 'til we’re satisfied
Big respect in every aspect
[?] Arsenio
Big, big, big respect
Big respect
Arsenio, every day
Arsenio, say big respect, Arsenio
Welcome to our livin', lord have mercy

[Outro: KRS-One]
Big respect, you know you got [?] one to hip-hop, yo (Yeah)
And check it out (Check it out, yo)
Check it out
Yo, yo, yeah
Yo, yo, you recognize
[?] in the house
Wu-Tang Clan, we got [?], we got [?]
CL Smooth [?]
Listen up, if it's wasn't for Arsenio
You wouldn't seen no rapper on TV right here (Word up)
So with mad respect and props to the originator, say "ho" (Ho)
Ho, ho, ho, yo
Yo, the black man is God
The black man is God
The black man is God
The black man is God
The black man is God
The black man—yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah