Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me Mike D.
Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy
His name is MCA I said Howdy he said Hi

He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sip
He said, Can I get some
I said, You can't get none
Had a chance to run
He pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said

Now my name is MCA I've got a license to kill yeah
I think you know what time it is it's time to get ill yeah
Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand I make myself clear
We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin

Now I got the gun you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me
I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run the cop's got my gun
And right about now it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
MCA said, Yippy Yo, you know this kid
I said, I didn't but I know he did
The kid said, Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money
Pulled out the jammy and aimed it at the sky
He yelled, Stick 'em up and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
I'm Mike D. and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect
MCA was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money MCA snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.