let me kick to you a fable bout my dj daddy rich
 born in jamaica but had to make a switch
 so he packed up his 12's and he headed 'cross the sea
 found a new rest on the road of beverly
 that's brooklyn
 beatdowns, 40 dogs
 and the brooklyn-queens























 dj d.r.
 we are collectin
 the papes
 of the drapes
 of the cuts he's selectin
 yo pete you got a question?
 hmmmm, yeah i got one

 hmmmm, no not one
 to spin off, spin the twelve inches
 it's a brawl that'll call both teams off the benches
 wenches that backed up, beggin for the number
 those brooklyn-queens better get the liquid plumbr
 like lumberjacks, swingin an axe
 flexin the fader with the stomach in your back
 set tracks aside for the performer
 induce, and now i introduce the rich former

 true form be givin
 yo, drive is drivin
 got the jizz on your lip
 aiyyo, how you livin?!
 all hailin the master on the outro
 can anyone serve the richie rich?
 i don't think so