[Erick Sermon]
Oh what the heck, let`s get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat
I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brain-locked, 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, getting more and more money
She got paid, it wasn`t funny
Talking 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 being 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 wishing, 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 [Repeat: x3]

[Parrish Smith]

The p had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
"fly girl"
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what ya saying)
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 got`s to get this"
(p cool, she could be a gold digger)
Not with that smile and that stupid booming 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 [Repeat: x3]

[Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith)]

That`s why, men in the 90`s must watch themselves
(cause ladies of the 80`s got hip and went for self)
(With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half)
That means the house goes
(the car)
You and half your cash
(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)
A pucker with a strut
(try to move in)
Knock the boots
(and got stuck, with alimony payments)
Time to meet judge wapner
(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)
I do
(but look now, you lost the house)
The car
(eating TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment)
Boy you picked a winner
(but what goes around, comes around)
That`s why she wheels the benz
(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: x3]

Yeah epmd`s in effect, dj scratch runs flex boy
Hit squad in effect in the house

Large!
Yeah, she get half