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