[Chorus] My name is D-Nice... Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it Yo, this is D-Nice and I'm about to drop some funky lyrics on this track I Made up, you know what I'm saying, huh, yea and you don't stop, yo My name is D-Nice although I hate to admit it Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it See every episode remains in this mode Very cool, very calm, there's no sweat in my palm I just pick up the mic, procede wit a song I get right to the point, my competition's not long or short It's like a sport hanging in the middle But now if you're puzzled, let me kick the whole riddle That my name is Derek and if I didn't mention D-Nice is just a description It describes the kid on the mic I'm the TR-808, huh, but just call me D-Nice [Chorus] I start to think, a very big conscious all around me Who will be the sucker MC to try to doubt me Is it you, or you, or you, or you, or him But I'm like a tree and every lyric is a limb You throw it on the turntable, very unstable But you gamble because you need that example There's a 1000 MC's on the planet earth now What is the word you say to get hers Some like to explain, some talk educated Some like McBoo, he's X-rated I like to think of myself as a pure rebel A radical thinker on a musical level 'Cause suckers wanna stop me and girls wanna kiss Wherever I go, yo, it seems I can't be dis 'Cause my name is D-Nice but all the girls call me Derek It ran through my crew so I guess I've inherit The job of explaining and also retaining The fact D-Nice is remaining Not a king nor a prince but as a teacher Wit dopies like this, I know I'm gonna reach ya So now I don't think you should all despise This fact D-Nice is on a rise Straight to the top like a bubble of water It's a slaughter so I think you oughta Think realistically, not egotistically It's suicide if you even think of dissing me 'Cause if you try, I'm a make you wait To learn the reason I'm the 808, but just call me D-Nice [Chorus] I live in the Bronx by the D and the 4 Writing lyrics, it's addictive, writing more and more and more About peace, about wars, about whores Breaking city laws to me become a chore I wear no jeri curls but I still pull girls I don't slur my words when I rap 'cause that's wack, huh But in fact, I do not slack When I drop the funky, funky lyric on a track I'm not conceited when I walk the streets And you can tell by the words that I speak That I'm not just another brother on the mic 'Cause the females love me and they call me D-Nice [Chorus]