Fuck All Y'all's Rain Forest, I Gots To Have My Gold, Nigga
By: Slick Rick

Whas all dis buuulshit I be hearin' from these bitches in Papua New Guinea trippin' over some Canadian mining company diggin' up their island lookin for gold? It's gold yo, not some old bone. Check yourself.

Serious dawg, I read that shit in da paper an was like, fuck all dat. You ever even heard of no Papua New Guinea? I aint. They say it's some kind a untamed place full of rain forests and birds and nature an shit, but that's only cause nobody eva hearda da motha fucka or even beeeeeeen there, yo. Except some head shrinkin' fools who be all up in a nigga's grill bout poison in their water an shit. Well, I say fuck all y'all's water an fuck all y'all's island, cuz I gots to have my gold, nigga. Keep it real.

See how dope I look wit' my fat ropes slung round my dome? Ah yeah, dats pussy in da bank, homie. When I hit da club sportin' mad karats like dis, I'm guaranteed gettin' some stink on my hang-low, boy. Fosho. You ever try to get a ho to give you a piece wit a fuckin' plant round your neck? No, because no way some fuckin' plant look better than fuckin' gold. Das right. Dats why they call it da bling bling, son! Keep it real.

Dig. It. Uuuuuup!

Serious, those bitches need to stop running at da mouth bout shit. You live on a whack island cuz you got no skillz, can't make no money, gots bones an shit through your nose cuz you cant afford fuckin' gold, dis da shit you gotta take. When I stayed in da ghetto in Inglewood I didn't cry everytime some motha fuckin plane flew over my house, so these fools shouldn't trip when their house slide off no mountain. Dats just how it is. You don't want folks blowin' up the mountain your house be sittin' on, get some skillz an' move boy! Learn to rhyme or ball or some shit.

Gots to have my gold. Gots to!

Keep it real.