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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
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes

Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional
'Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent

She has a car, nineteen ninety 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

Now 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

'Cause she's a gold digger
'Cause she's a gold digger
'Cause she's a gold digger

The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
Fly girl, yeah, and almost got wicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs and a def body, so what cha 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 could be a gold digger
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin' figure

'Till one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten g's on Levis, cold went Rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up, and said, oh P you're so large

But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rug
Whip my five-sixty 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
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
'Cause she's a gold digger

'Cause she's a gold digger
'Cause she's a gold digger
'Cause she's a gold digger

That's why, men in the nineties must watch themselves
'Cause ladies of the eighties 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 gotcha

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 hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
Not to mess with a gold digger

'Cause she's a gold digger
'Cause she's a gold digger
'Cause she's a gold digger

Yeah EPMD's in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
Hit Squad in effect in the house