Gold Digger EPMD

[Intro]
Brothers, things done got too far gone (Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
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