Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold Digger, artist - EPMD. Date of issue: 20.10.1997
Song language: English
Gold Digger |
| Oh, what the heck |
| Let’s get married and have a son named Erick |
| No big deal, no sweat |
| Hmm, I was in for a big surprise |
| When I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes |
| Brain-locked, my whole damn head was malfunctional |
| 'Cause I forgot to cosign a prenuptial agreement |
| Now her case is hard like cement |
| I have no files on all the money she spent |
| She has a car, 1990 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 |
| And 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 |
| She’s a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| 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 you 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 couldn’t 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 a dream girl, and more like a death wish |
| She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs |
| Whip my 560, 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 |
| Well, beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows |
| 'Cause she’s a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| That’s why, men in the '90s must watch themselves |
| 'Cause ladies of the '80s 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 got you |
| 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 |
| Eatin' 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 hitchhike |
| And the more you walk, the pain from your corns get bigger |
| (Now you know) |
| Not to mess with a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| She’s a gold digger |
| Yeah, EPMD’s in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex, boy |
| Hit Squad and the twins in the house |