Huh...yeah... Comin back with that East Coast flavor... 1994...yeah... Mista Busta, where you at? Can't scrap a lick, hey yo those rhymes is whack You need to keep yo corny a** at makin beef You be soundin like a kid from Sesame's Street Tryin to dis D-O-G when that ain't right Sickin Snoopy on me when that ain't right Gettin funky on me when that ain't right When I be givin it to your girl every other night I get down for my crown and I represent Do whatever I gotta do just to pay the rent And if it means dissin you (fool) and yo crew (fool) I'm comin to your house with the Bronx Zoo Rappers frontin on the dog on the mic get stepped upon And when you get crapped upon you can stomp like a leprechaun Straight up, word up for the real deal, not Hollyfield but still I might send in the dogs just like Mike Tyson When I'm grabbin the mic, everything is alright, yeah And I just lay back in the flow Rappers wanna step to me but they just don't know That I'm the Dog... (CHORUS:) (It's the dog, baby baby the dog, baby baby the dog, baby baby Tim Dog!) (4x while Tim Dog goes:) Yeah! Comin back with that East Coast flavor Yeah! Comin back like that! I'm sittin in my crib watchin MTV when this skinny muthaphukka on the telly try to dis me (Baby) He try to flex on the D-O-G But if I gave that punk binoculars he still couldn't see me So shake your bones and your rattle and leave your toy 9 at home and bring your sk**s to the battle
like Jeru, I'm gonna damage Lookin for success and your a** is a Burgerking sandwich It's a pitty fake n***az gotta show off I'll bust yo skinny a** with a saw-ed off shotgun! Didn't even know that I got one I'm aiming at your brain Come in my house of pain s**ers try to flip, yo, I'm comin quick with some super super bad boogie down Bronx sh** You rappers better run and hide Tell yo ho Dr.Dre I got something to ride (Let me ride) on my D-I-...see ya Told you you would D-I-... E if you ever step to the D-O-G Punk, you besta know the game My nutsack is bigger so what's my name? (CHORUS) I came in the door, I said it before I never dissed that punk Dr.Dre no more But he's bitin me, fightin me, invitin me to rhyme I can't hold it back, I'm gonna go for mine The original hardcore lyric ballbreaker When it comes to whack MCs no I'm not a funk faker I just smash, crash on that a** and put that a** in the trash like it's nuthin you learned in cla** I'm a real MC and I'm on my own and if nobody got my back, I can hold my own If I die, I die, if I live, I live But if Hip-Hop survive, I got something I can give I don't care if you don't think I can win (word) And I don't care if you don't wanna be my friend (word) And if the Pound get mad and they wanna step in come on and step right in, step right in to the... (CHORUS)