Rhymin &
Stealin
New Style
She's Crafty
Posse In
Effect
Slow Ride
Girls
Fight for
Your Right
No Sleep Till
Brooklyn
Paul Revere
Hold It
Now, Hit It
Brass Monkey
Slow and
Low
Time To
Get Ill
Because mutiny
on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board
your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker
with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad
gettin' bolder - cold getting colder
Terrorizing
suckers on the seven seas
And if you've
got beef - you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen
men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those
suckers and I'll shoot the rest
(chorus) Most
illingest b-boy - I got that feeling
Cause I am most
ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold
chains - vicking pieces of eight
I got your money
and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches
on the benches - and bitties with titties
Housing all
girlies from city to city
One for all
and all for one
Taking out M.C.'s
with a big shotgun
All for one
and one for all
Because the
Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in
the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers
getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens
and wenches - man they're on the ace
Captain Bly
is gonna die when we break his face
(repeat chorus)
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and
crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and
raping - busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling'
- I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower,
never shower - and I'm always stinking
Yo ho ho and
a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my
girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing,
free basing - killing every village
We drink and
rob and rhyme and pillage
(repeat chorus)
I've been drinking
my rum - a Def son of a gun
I fought the
law and I cold won
Black Beard's
weak - Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull
out my jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is
loaded - I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel
Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and
stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be
rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
(repeat chorus)
And on the cool
check in
Center stage
on the mic
And we're puttin'
it on wax
It's the new
style
Four and three
and two and one (What up!)
And when I'm
on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)
Down with Adrock
and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more
juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that
are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised
you're on my dick
B-E-A-S-T-I-E,
what up Mike D.
Ah yeah, that's
me
I got franks
and pork and beans
Always bust
the new routines
I get it - I
got it, I know it's good
The rhymes I
write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is not straining
People always
biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into
the locker room during classes
Bust into your
locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from
Secausus - I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous
of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
(bridge) There it is - kick it!!!
Father to many
- married to none
And in case
you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into
the party - the place was over packed
Saw the kid
that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
I had to get
a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep
your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money
in the bank - I can still get high
That's why your
girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money
and juice - twin sisters in my bed
Their father
had envy so I shot him in the head
If I played
guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's
I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends
are the kind I like
I'll steal your
honey like I stole your bike
Your father
- he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the
girlie's numbers from the places I been
(repeat bridge)
You wanna know
why - because I'm
October 31st
- that is my date of birth
I got to the
party and I did the Smurf
Taxing all females
from coast to coast
And when I get
my fill I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies
back at the hotel
And then we
all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White
Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly
at Fat Burger when I way out west
K-I-N-G-A-D
whammy
All the fly
ladies are on my jammy
Went to the
prom - wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies
in my Lincoln Continental
Met this girl
at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some
rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank
- I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a
wooly and I watched Colombo
Let me clear
my throat - Kick it over here baby pop
And let all
the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop
Coolin' on the
corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my
posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer
- a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic
on my person
Got my hand
in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin'
big - and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices
got treble - some voices got bass
We got the kind
of voices that are in your face
Like the bun
to the burger - like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry
to the apple - to the peach to the plum
I'm the king
of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A. -
and I'm the King Adrock
I'm Mike D.
- I got all the fly juice
On the checkin'
at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down
the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys
fly the biggest heads
Well this girl
came up to me - she says she's new in town
But the crew
been said they seen her around
I thought they
were right but I didn't wanna know
The girlie was
Def and she wanted to go
I think her
name is Lucy but they all call Loose
I think I thought
I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce
The next think
she said, "My place or yours?
Let's kick some
bass behind closed doors!"
We got into
the cab - the cab driver said
He recognized
my girlie from the back of her head
He said a little
something about tip to base
So I made him
stop the cab to get out of the place
I shouldn't
have looked back man I'll always regret it
Something's
going on and I'll probably never get it
She was crying
like a baby - stupid dumb
It's just too
bad that girl's a bum
(chorus) She's
crafty - she's gets around
She's crafty
- she's always down
She's crafty
- she's got a gripe
She's crafty
- and she's just my type
She's crafty
I spent my last
dollar to by a Sabrett
When I seen
this girl I could never forget
Now I like nothing
better than a pretty girl smile
And I haven't
seen a smile that pretty in a while
The girl came
up to me she said she loved the show
Asked her to
come home and she couldn't say, "No!"
We got the crib
- there's Adam and D.
We didn't say
a word - they just stared at me
I said, "I don't
know her just met her tonight."
And Adrock started
hiding everything in sight
D. pulled me
over said, "Hid your gold,
The girl is
crafty like ice is cold!"
The girl is
crafty - she knows all the moves
I started playing
records - she knew all the grooves
He thought she
was a thief - and D. was right
But I just figured
she'd spend the night
When I woke
up late in the afternoon
She had taken
all the things from inside his room
I found myself
sleeping in the middle of the floor
She had taken
the bed and the chest of drawers
The mirror,
the TV, the guitar cord
My remote control
and my old skateboard
She robbed us
blind - she took all we owned
And the boys
blamed me for bringing her home
(repeat chorus)
Yes, yes, y'all
- you don't stop
You keep it
on - and shockin' the place
Well I'm M.C.A.
- I got nothing to prove
Pay attention
- my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts
and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the
turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
I'm Mike D.
- I got the deuces wild
A list of girlies
numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf,
the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle
but I don't like Moose
I'm schoolin'
in the boys' room - coolin' by the locker
All the girls
in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the
hall - man I should of oughtta hit him
Had the fresh
rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em
Smokin' in the
boys room is what I do best
While you were
at a party - your girlfriend fessed
I keep a pistol
in my pocket so you better be cautious
Fly around the
world - but it makes me nauseous
Mike D.'s day
off everyday of the week
I got to the
party - and I did the freak
I got a girl
in the Castle and one in the pagoda
You know I got
rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan
killer - a rhyme driller
A mike in my
hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat
not a visor - I drink Budweiser
The turntables
- up on the drum riser
The needle's
in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter
I know that
I'm fly man there's no need to flatter
I travel around
the globe - it's keeping girlies dizzy
My name's Mike
D. - now watch me get busy y'all
You're a fake
wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted
Cheaper than
a hot do with no mustard
You tried to
steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Because your
crew's all soft and I'm disgusted
I'm from downtown
the city of Manhattan
I got a lotta
girlies and not one's cattin'
My posse's in
effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more
rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin'
that weak and you must of been dusted
Stuck you head
in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Word.
They got a committee
to get me off the block
'Cause I say
my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop
Because being
bad news is what we're all about
We went to White
Castle and we got thrown out
I got my boy
Mike D. - I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my
sock
I shot homeboy
but the bullet was a dud
So I reached
in the Miller cooler - grabbed a cool Bud
Slow riding,
gun hidin' on the go
I'm fly like
an eagle and I drink Old Crow
I'm the king
of the classroom - coolin' in the back
My teacher had
beef so I gave her a smack
She chased me
out of class 0 she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the
bathroom - rolled myself a wooler
With bottle
in hand at the microphone stand
A. yo homeboy
- what you drinkin' man
I got money -
I got juice
I got to the
party and I got loose
I got rhythm
- I got rhymes
I got the girlies
with the Def behinds
I got ill -
I got busted
I got dust and
I got dusted
I got gold -
I got funky
I got the new
dance - they call the Brass Monkey
Because I'm hard
hittin' - always biten - cool as hell
I got trees
on my mirror so my car won't smell
Sittin' around
the house - gettin' high and watchin' tube
Eating Colonel's
chicken - drinkin' Heineken brew
I'm a gangster,
I'm a prankster - I'm the king of the Ave.
I'm hated, confrontated
for the juice that I have
All the fly
ladies are making a fuss
But I can't
pay attention - 'cause I'm on that dust
Girls - all I
really want is girls
And in the morning
it's girls
Cause in the
evening it's girls
I like the way
that they walk
And it's chill
to hear them talk
And I can always
make them smile
From White Castle
to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this
girl around the way
She liked by
home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would
not give her play
I asked him,
"Please?" - he said, "You may."
Her pants were
tight and that's ok
If she would
dance - I would D.J.
We took a walk
down to the bay
I hope she'll
say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!"
I asked her
out - she said, "No way!"
So I broke North
with no delay
I heard she
moved real far away
That was two
years ago this May
I seen her just
the other day
Jockin' Mike
D. to my dismay
Girls - to do
the dishes
Girls - to clean
up my room
Girls - to do
the laundry
Girls - and
in the bathroom
Girls - that's
all I really want is girls
Two at a time
- I want girls
With new wave
hairdos - I want girls
I ought to whip
out my - girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!
Fight For Your Right (To Party)
You wake up late
for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you
mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two
classes - and no homework
But your teacher
preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop caught
you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite
- smokes two packs a day
Man, living
at home is such a drag
Now your mom
threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)
(repeat chorus)
Don't step out
of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you
out of my home is you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted
in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're
just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!
(repeat chorus
twice)
(chorus) No sleep 'til - Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal
- never ever false metal
Engine running
hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't
a job - it's a damn good time
City to city
- I'm running my rhymes
On location
- touring around the nation
Beastie Boys
always on vacation
Itchy trigger
finger but a stable turntable
I do what I
do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking
- your money I'm taking
Going coast
to coast - watching all the girlies shaking
While you're
at the job working nine to five
The Beastie
Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live
(bridge) No sleep 'til -
Another place
- another train
Another bottle
in the brain
Another girl
- another fight
Another drive
all night
Our manager's
crazy - he always smokes dust
He's got his
own room at the back of the bus
Tour around
the world - you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel
- girls on the jock
We're thrashing
hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid
along the way cause it's worth your while
Four on the
floor - Adrock's out the door
M.C.A.'s in
the back because he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe
in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in
the front and Brooklyn's in the back
(repeat bridge)
(repeat chorus)
Ain't seen the
light since we started this band
M.C.A. - get
on the mic my man
Born and bred
Brooklyn - U.S.A.
They all me
Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A.
Like a lemon
to a lime - a lime to a lemon
I sip the def
ale with all the fly women
Got limos, arena,
TV shows
Autograph pictures
and classy hos
Step off homes
- get out of my way
Taxing little
girlies form here to L.A.
Waking up but
I get to sleep
Cause I'll be
rocking this party eight days a week
(repeat chorus)
How here's a
little story - I've got to tell
About three
bad brothers - you know so well
It started way
back in history
With Adrock,
M.C.A., and me - Mike D.
Been had a little
horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and
my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across
the land - kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse
on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie
I be
All by myself
- without nobody
The sun is beating
down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin'
hot - the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for
a girl - I ran into a guy
His name is
M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi"
He told a little
story - that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on
the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was
in my hand - and he was on my tip
His voice was
hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip
He said, "Can
I get some?"
I said, "You
can't get none!"
Had a chance
to run
He pulled out
his shotgun
He was quick
on the draw - I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun
to my head and this is what he said,
"Now my name
is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill
I think you
know what time it is - it's time to get ill
Now what do
we have here - an outlaw and his beer
I run this land,
you understand - I make myself clear."
We stepped into
the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this
story's over but it's ready to begin
"Now I got the
gun - you got the brew
You got two
choices of what you can do
It's not a tough
decision as you can see
I can blow you
away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get
me to the border
The sheriff's
after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like
this - I did it like that
I did it with
a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the
run - the cop's got my gun
And right about
now - it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock
- that is my name
And I know the
fly spot where they got the champagne."
We rode for
six hours the we hit the spot
The beat was
a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was
staring like he knows who we are
We took the
empty spot next to him at the bar
M.C.A. said,
"Yo, you know this kid?"
I said, "I didn't."
- but I know he did
The kid said,
"Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike
D. and I'm about to get money."
Pulled out the
jammy - aimed it at the sky
He yelled, "Stick
'em up!" - and let two fly
Hands went up
and people hit the floor
He wasted two
kids that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D.
and I get respect
Your cash and
your jewelry is what I expect"
M.C.A. was with
it and he's my ace
So I grabbed
the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's
out - the music stopped
His boy had
beef - and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed
the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold
I grabbed two
girlies and a beer that's cold.
Now I chill real
ill when I start to chill
When I fill
my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints
of ale out the window sill
When I get my
fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got
home because I'm out on bail
What's the time?
- it's time to buy ale
Peter eater
- parking meter all of the time
If I run out
of ale - it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking
- chicken eating - dress so fly
I got friends
in high places that are keeping me high
Dow with Mike
D. and it ain't no hassle
Got the ladies
of the eighties from here to White Castle
(chorus) Hold it now - hit it!
M.C. - Adam Yauch
in the place to be
And all the
girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
I'm down with
Mike D. and it ain't no baloney
For real, not
phony - "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at
night 'cause I sleep all day
And I'm the
King Adrock and he's M.C.A.
Well I'm cruising,
I'm bruising - I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car
- I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way
is where I'm from
And I'm from
Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're
pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice
My name's Mike
D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis
(repeat chorus)
Hip-hop, body
rockin' - doing the do
Beer drinking,
breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping,
always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike
D. and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep-show
seeking on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer
at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing,
Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from
Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate,
perpetrating - money hungry jerk
Everyday I drink
a "O.E." and I don't go to work
You drippy nose
knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears
You like men
- and we like beer.
(repeat chorus)
King of the Ave.
with the Def female
You're rhyming
and stealin' with the freshest ale
Cooling at the
crib watching my TV
Ed Norton -
Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed
Pump it up homeboy
- just don't stop
Chef Boy-ar-dee
cooling on the pot
I take no slack
cause I got the knack
And I'm never
dusting out cause I torch that crack
The King Adrock
- that is my name
And you're drinking
Moet - we got the champagne
A quarter dropping
- going shopping buying wigs
Surgeon general
cut professor - D.J. Thigs
(repeat chorus)
(chorus)
Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey
- junkie
That funky Monkey
Got this dance
that's more than real
Drink Brass
Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left
leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head
back - let's finish the cup
M.C.A. with
the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets
nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered
Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we
go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks
three - Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots
the bill most definitely
I drink Brass
Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle
in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell
(repeat chorus)
Cause I drink
it anytime - and anyplace
When it's time
to get ill - I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes
Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all
it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the
lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew
- we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked
by - she gave me the eye
I reached in
the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with
the Monkey - mixed it in the cup
Went over to
the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?"
I offered her
a sip - the girl she gave me lip
It did begin
the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip
(repeat chorus)
Step up to the
bar - put the girl down
She takes a
big gulp and slaps it around
Take a sip -
you can do it - you get right to it
We had a case
in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry
Martini - thinking you're cool
I'll take your
place at the bar - I smack you off your stool
I'll down a
'40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got
beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties
and reelin' and rockin'
Def, def - girls,
girls - all y'all jockin'
The song and
dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't
buy my record I got my advance
I drink it -
I think it - I see it - I be it
I love Brass
Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle
- you got the cup
Come on everybody
let's get ffffff
(repeat chorus)
There's no confusion
in her conclusion
She wants to
waste my time and that's no delusion
Her final decision
is perfection and precision
She's grade
A class - number one in her division
(chorus) She's on it
She acts like
a nag - I don't know how it started
Even when I'm
chillin' - she acts retarded
It's gets annoying
- so high on the tip
If a pirate
had a Def Jam shirt - she'd be hard on his tip
(repeat chorus)
Cold chillin'
in the spot - and she won't stop
She'll do what's
best just to reach the top
She studies
real hard - all night she'll cram
In school she
majors in advanced Def Jam
(repeat chorus)
Her bedroom eyes
- they start to twitch
But she won't
front cause she's got that itch
She'd drop to
her knees if I'd only say please
Instead of counting
sheep - cold counting Beasties
(repeat chorus)
(chorus) Let
it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low
- that is the tempo
It's never old
school - all brand new
So everybody
catch - the bugaloo flu
Not like a fever
- not like a cold
The beats are
clear - the rhymes are bold
So don't see
a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen
to the music - first things first
First of all
- get off the wall
It's time to
party so have a ball
Because we slowed
it on down - so get the hell up
Like a volcano
I'll erupt
We got determination
- bass and highs
White Castle
fries only come in one size
What you see
is what you get
And you ain't
seen - nothing yet
(repeat chorus)
I do not sing
- but I make a Def song
You could live
your whole life - and I hope you live long
On the Gong
Show we won't get gonged
We're the Beastie
Boys - not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an
ox - fresh out the box
The crowd is
so live - they're coming in flocks
And when we
go on - the crowd goes off
It's all hard
rock - there's nothing soft
(repeat chorus)
We don't only
rock the house but we'll house we rock
We don't stroll
but we roll straight to the top
M.C.A., Adrock,
Mike D. makes three
And we can do
it like this in the place to be
When I'm recorded
- you'll be rewarded
I know my song
is Def 'cause you all applauded
Not P.C.P. or
L.S.D. - just me Mike D. in the place to be
This is not
free - you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery
like a C.O.D.
(repeat chorus)
The beat is
slow in order to dance
I wanna hear
I dos and no I can't
First you move
your legs - and then your arms
It's not fast
and nervous - this dance is calm
It's truly stable
and you ought to be able
To dance to
the record when it's on the turntable
(repeat chorus)
I'm not the type
of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm
on the mic - I just say my rhymes
Because I'm
out on bail - the check is in the mail
They can sentence
me to life - but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm
collected - from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike
D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected
I got all the
time that I need to kill
What's the time?
- it's time to get ill
You been fully
captivated by that funky ass bass
Your girlfriend
screams when M.C.A.'s in the place
He stumbles
in the room with the Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin'
on the spot at the microphone stand
I'd have the
pedal to the metal if I had a car
But I'm chiller
with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink
a quart of Monkey and still stand still
What's the time?
- it's time to get ill
Went outside
my house - I went down to the deli
I spent my last
dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes
galime - I got rhymes galilla
And I got more
rhymes than Phillis Diller
M.C.A. takes
a stand - man you're in command
Homeboy, turn
it out and don't give a damn
My name is M.C.A.
- I've got a license to kill
What's the time?
- it's time to get ill
Riding down the
block with my box in my hand
Today I feel
like chillin' just as chill as I can
Coolin' on the
corner with a forty of O.E.
'Cause me and
M.C.A. we're down with Mike D.
When I run a
jam - I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing
bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am."
Fuel injected,
rhyme connected - running things
I'm the King
Adrock and I'm the king of all kings
I'm looking
for a spot - things are gettin' hot
I'm M.C.A.,
I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not
Oh no, it could
not be - it's such a sight to see
It's such a
trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D.
My work is my
play - cause I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike
D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk
M.C.A., Adrock,
Mike D. - it's chill
What's the time?
- it's time to get ill