Gold Digger - EPMD

*scratching* Brothers  things done got too far gone (tell em bout it) 
We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us! 
Verse One: Erick Sermon 
Oh what the heck  let's get married and have a son named Erick 
No big deal  no sweat 
Hmmm  I was in for a big surprise 
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes 
Brainlocked  my whole damn head was malfunctional 
Cause I forgot to co sign a prenuptial  agreement 
Now her case is hard like cement 
I have no files on all the money she spent 
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar 
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star 
that she bought, when I was away on tour 
Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money 
She got paid, it wasn't funny 
Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy 
Just my luck, that I'm stuck with a marriage 
And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage 
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash) 
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money 
So I chill, and act so sweet 
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street 
So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh 
Fake everything so I can keep all my cash 
Fake talk, like I love you so much 
But wishin, she gets hit by a Mack truck 
Next time, if there's one I'll know 
That most women strictly out for the dough 
They're called gold diggers 
Cause she's a gold digger (3X) 
Verse Two: Parrish Smith 
The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this 
"Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl" 
Yeah, and almost got vicked 
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin) 
Top it off, she drove a black Maserati 
Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn't resist 
I tapped E on the shoulder and said, "Yeah I gots to get th