Dirty & Grimey
N.O.R.E. Lyrics

It's the Ol' Dirty Bast'
Are you familiar with the legendary Ol' Dirty Bastard?

Cut ya face, with a piece of old dirty glass
I'll harm you by slashing your face with a shard of filthy, broken glass

Bitch, shake ya dirty ass
Hey, woman, wiggle your vulgar and unclean buttocks

Run up in your stash house, on a dirty mat
I will invade your drug hideout, stepping on a filthy floor covering

It's the Dirt McGirt, a k A Osirus
I am Dirt McGirt, also known as Osirus

Spread my bullets around like a virus
I will disperse my ammunition like a contagious disease

Nigga, from the Wu-Camp, nigga
I am a man from the Wu-Tang Clan

Slap ya face with a wet food stamp, nigga
I will strike your face with a damp food stamp, my friend

I'mma make the world, do my dance
I will force the world to mimic my unique dance moves

Try to lock me down But I'm back in my stance
They attempt to confine me, but I swiftly return to my powerful position

Wave my gun around, like it's part of my hand
I brandish my firearm as if it's a natural extension of my body

Bout to take this game, like, 'pardon me Man'
I'm about to conquer this industry, excuse me, sir

Dirt McGirt, I'm a family man
Despite my reputation, I am a responsible person committed to my loved ones

But I still hold tools like a handyman
Nevertheless, I carry weapons like a skillful craftsman

Say my name three times like Candyman
Chant my name on three occasions, referencing the supernatural character Candyman

Cuz we can do it like this
Because we have the ability to accomplish it in this manner

(Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt

Who get drunker than, NORE, on a Sunday
Who becomes more intoxicated than NORE on a Sunday?

And on the way to Sunday school, intoxicated
Even while traveling to religious instruction, he is under the influence

See ah, lord forgive me
Listen, Lord, pardon my sins

I'm a ex-coke flipper
I used to be involved in the illegal trade of cocaine

And skipped on that good ol' bitch
And walked away from that loyal woman

She got a strip of these
She became involved with a group of these individuals

Niggas is bitch made, I got a switchblade
Men nowadays lack courage, so I carry a small, concealed knife

And I pack guns
Furthermore, I am armed with firearms

Shootin' niggas since the sixth grade
I have been shooting individuals since elementary school

Mac Milli, Millitainment, it's La Familia
Mac Milli, Millitainment, is a united family

Now guess it's niggas all in your rap
Now, other individuals imitate your style in their music

Ain't gotta kill you now
I no longer need to harm you physically

Nore never slack off, I smoke a pack soft
I, Nore, never become complacent, and I casually smoke a pack of cigarettes

And I run deep in this bitch
I have significant influence in this environment

And let that mack off
And I proudly discharge my firearm

Bing, Nore got a whole lotta bitches
Boom, Nore possesses numerous promiscuous women

Out of character
Beyond one's usual behavior or personality

And eating out a whole lotta dishes
And engaging in oral sex with many individuals

In my lifetime, sippin' on white wine, caveza
Throughout my existence, I enjoy consuming white wine, specifically 'caveza'

Nore ran twiz, get a whole lotta cebeza
Nore acquired cannabis, obtaining a generous quantity of money

Ching, simple like uno, dos, tres, ah'
Ching, it's as easy as counting one, two, three, ah

And I leave the crib, and grab the tech
And I depart from home, retrieving my firearm

It's on the dresser
It is placed on top of the furniture

Oh shit! Oh shit!
Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!

Ya'll remember when me and Mariah
Do you all recall the time when Mariah and I

I'm back with the kid, spit fire
I have returned with passion, spitting impressive lyrics

Dirt McGirt, I break up the earth
I, Dirt McGirt, cause chaos and disruption everywhere

My ice is white and blue, like Papa Smurf
My diamonds are colorless and blue, resembling Papa Smurf

Stash niggas like crack
I hide individuals like concealed drugs

Throw them under the earth
I bury them underground

Then past the dirt pound, and
Continuing beyond the loose soil, and

Ask 'em "do it hurt, now?"
I inquire, "Does it hurt now?" to inflict psychological pain

Ya'll gonna make me back the truck
You all are provoking me to reverse my vehicle

To the Dash, ODB, that's what's up
To Damon Dash, Ol' Dirty Bastard, that's the plan

Cuz we can do it like this
Because we have the ability to accomplish it in this manner