Kit, where you goin'?
Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler
I have to go (are you ready?)

Lights, camera, action, you're on
Get old Ricky D, what's wrong? The crowd's gone
So help me out kit 'cause this thief has to be caught
Radio the chief of police, get a report
Chief of Police said
"Well, I'm sorry Ricky D 'cause I really can't help"

Ah drats, I think, I'll take a long walk
Kit put your scan on all these rappers in New York
But Michael's callin' me Rick, I have to go
If I get a word you'll definitely be the first to know
Well, on that night I felt really up tight
"Hello, Rick, it's Vance Wright"

"Throw on your clothes, I found 'em, they're down town"
Word, someone's havin' a concert and they're using your crown
What? You sure it's mine?, "Yo Rick, I know the shape of it, come on"
You know your scratchers? "Yeah, plus I got tape of it"

"Get over my house quick, ride your motorcycle", bet
"Kit, Ricky Rick, pick up, forget old Michael"
Well, here came the DJ, trucks to say the least
"Ayo, let me hear the tape, it's a complete masterpiece"
Y'all figure this kinda is but this I bound to overtake (the dj saved my life)

I hear da (honk, honk), that's Kit, so let's pray
Here go my rap Kit, analyze a hit
So Kit what's the scoop?
Slick Rick, this one is it

(Are you?)
(Are you?)
(Are you?)
(Are you ready?)

Well, my tummy was growlin' while I was chillin' in my seat
We stopped by Mac Donald's so I could somethin' to eat
Skipped the line, the crowd started to break
"Ayy yeah, let me get a Big Mac and a strawberry shake"
Someone snatched me by my neck I thought I must be dead (get off)
Injected me with somethin', threw a bag over my head (ow)

I felt real weak, word, I couldn't even stand
I fell, next thing I was being thrust inside a van
Unconscious, who could be this shady?
When I awoke I was in a room with this lady
So you're the boss, Rick Rick with all the clout

Uh huh, now why I'm I tied up and what's this all about?
And then she left the room this was my one chance for hope
I used my watch lighter to burn away the rope
Then I was free, I was free, and no one was alerted
I made a flying leap through the window and it hurted

Someone threw a knife, who could be this trife
So I ran and I ran cause is petro' for my life
Stranded and raw I saw a phone not far
I radioed in to my supadelic car

Yo, what's with the concert, am I still in it to win it?
"Yes, I'm in Manhattan and I'll be there in a minute'
"And oh, by the way, I re-listened to your hit"
"Hey Rick", what's the scoop?
"Oh man, this one is it"

Tight tight security, man, they was the softest
Came in with some candles and bum rushed the office
Grabbed up the one who liked to front and pretend
No, I don't know who he is, some brother lookin' like a hen

"Let me go, let me go, please", you must be dusted
Hand cuffed this brother 'cause the thief could not be trusted
Grabbed up my money and my crown that's how I dissed 'em
I went on the mic, and DJ, man, I'm on the system

He warmed up the techniques to show he ain't soft
The crowd was up and this is how it started off
(Who, who, who is the top choice of them all?)

Yo Vance, cut, thanks a lot, who wanna die?
We up top, somewhat, forget me not
The class that I have won't last, soon as I blast
From out the past, dash fast and hear a last
Vance Wright, no man can bring you this
And Ricky Rick, clean shot 'cause I'm the king of this

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Eric T. Sadler, James Henry Boxley III, Ricky M. L. Walters