[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]
Oh
Yo, this is Dirt McGirt
I'm chilling with Kanye West
He's killing y'all n***as on the beats
He's killing y'all n***as 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 n***as had Pro Tools, I had no tools
Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old-school
Only difference is my tracks drove n***as 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
N***as 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 n***as' tapes, need a little bit of help
But I'm rapping, and I can't do nothing for you, man
Ask Gee and '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's killing miself"
"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, you
Who your hypeman? I'm curious
It 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, n***a
Lunatics still making them hits, n***a
So So Def still making them hits, n***a
Bad Boy still making them hits, n***a
Wu-Tang still making them hits, n***a
Ruff Ryders still making them hits, n***a
Cash Money still making them hits, n***a
Dirt McGirt still making them hits, n***a

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, the game is over, go kill yourself
Go kill yourself, n***a
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more