*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 this"
  (P cool, she could be a gold digger)
  Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure
  til one day, she spent the crazy dough
  Ten G's on Levi's, cold went Rambo
  But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
  Gassed my head up, and said (oh P you're so large)
  Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish
  But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
  She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs
  Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug (so did you flip?)
  Tried to but she cut me off
  And said, "Guess what?" (what) "I'm pregnant" (pregnant? damn)
  Yeah and the child is yours
  So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
  Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
  Cause she's a gold digger
  Cause she's a gold digger (3X)
  Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
  [E] That's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves
  [P] Cause ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self
  With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half
  [E] That means the house goes
  [P] The car
  [E] You and half your cash
  [P] What a price to pay, but if you play you pay
  Cause women of the world they got smart today
  They flash a smile and profile
  [E] A pucker with a strut
  [P] Try to move in
  [E] Knock the boots
  [P] And got stuck, with alimony payments
  [E] Time to meet Judge Wapner
  [P] You try to flip and cut, but she smiles 'cause she gotcha
  You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
  Said the two deadly words
  [E] I do
  [P] But look now, you lost the house
  [E] The car
  [P] Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment
  [E] Boy you picked a winner
  [P] But what goes around, comes around
  [E] That's why she wheels the Benz
  [P] And you ride Greyhound
  Oh, just your luck, they on strike
  Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
  And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
  (Now you know)
  Not to mess with a gold digger
  Cause she's a gold digger (repeat 3X)
  [P] Yeah EPMD's in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
  Hit Squad in effect in the house
  [E] Large!!
  Yeah, she get half