Yo, yo, get ya head straight, get ya life straight
Sniffin' on that, blow, sippin' on that nitrate
Boostin' from the corner store, f**kin' all them thugs, raw
Suckin' on that apple head, wonder why your throat sore?
Sittin' there, on welfare, head full of horse hair
Baby-daddy dead, in jail or in a wheelchair
But you don't seem to care, you just wanna wear
Prada one-sided but can't afford a pair
Up in your mom's lab, twenty-two, scallywag
Snotty-nosed baby with the bootleg hoochie bag
Gettin' your coochie ragged by an old sugar dad
Dreamin' bout them things that you could of been, you should of had

[Chorus: RZA & Erica Bryant (RZA)]
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get that swine up)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat

[Erica Bryant]
Always wanna ball with shit, give back tomorrow's shit
Throw up the sperm, sayin' you don't swallow shit
Drinkin' out the bottle shit, claimin' you a model chick
Prayin' to Gods, so you can hit the lotto, chick?

[Outro: Erica Bryant (Doc Doom)]
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
(The Black Knights! West Coast niggaz)