Huh...yeah...
Comin back with that East Coast flavor...
1994...yeah...
Mista Busta, where you at?
Can't scrap a lick, hey yo those rhymes is whack
You need to keep your corny ass to makin' beasts
You be soundin like a kid from Sesame's Street
Tryin to dis D-O-G when that ain't right
Sickin Snoopy on me when that ain't right
Gettin funky on me when that ain't right
When I be givin it to your girl every other night
I get down for my crown and I represent
Do whatever I gotta do just to pay the rent
And if it means dissin you [fool] and yo crew [fool]
I'm comin to your house with the Bronx Zoo
Rappers frontin on the dog on the mic get stepped upon
And when you get crapped upon you can stomp like a leprechaun
Straight up, word up for the real
Deal, not Hollyfield but still
I might send in the dogs just like Mike Tyson
When I'm grabbin the mic, everything is alright, yeah
And I just lay back in the flow
Rappers wanna step to me but they just don't know
That I'm the Dog...
[Hook:]
[It's the dog, baby baby
The dog, baby baby
The dog, baby baby
Tim Dog !]
(4x while Tim Dog goes:)
Yeah !
Comin back with that East Coast flavor
Yeah !
Comin back like that !
I'm sittin in my crib watchin MTV
When this skinny muthaphukka on the telly try to dis me [Baby]
He try to flex on the D-O-G
But if I gave that punk binoculars he still couldn't see me
So shake your bones and your rattle
And leave your toy 9 at home and bring your skills to the battle
Like Jeru, I'm gonna damage
Lookin for success and your ass is a Burgerking sandwich
It's a pitty fake n*ggas gotta show off
I'll bust yo skinny ass with a saw-ed off
Shotgun ! Didn't even know that I got one
I'm aiming at your brain
Come in my house of pain
Suckers try to flip, yo, I'm comin quick
With some super super bad boogie down Bronx sh*t
You rappers better run and hide
Tell yo ho Dr.Dre I got something to ride [Let me ride]
On my D-I-...see ya
Told you you would D-I-...
E if you ever step to the D-O-G
Punk, you besta know the game
My nutsack is bigger so what's my name ?
[Hook]
I came in the door, I said it before
I never dissed that punk Dr.Dre no more
But he's bitin me, fightin me, invitin me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm gonna go for mine
The original hardcore lyric ballbreaker
When it comes to whack MCs no I'm not a funk faker
I just smash, crash on that ass and put that ass in the trash
Like it's nuthin you learned in class
I'm a real MC and I'm on my own
And if nobody got my back, I can hold my own
If I die, I die, if I live, I live
But if Hip-Hop survive, I got something I can give
I don't care if you don't think I can win [word]
And I don't care if you don't wanna be my friend [word]
And if the Pound get mad and they wanna step in
Come on and step right in, step right in to the...
[Hook]