So you better run a check
I make dough, but don't call me dough-boy
Hold the fifty, I' nifty now
And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker
Nine-trey, remix
Before you wreck yo self
'Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs
Gotta a new style, watch out now
Fuck car alarms
Before you wreck yo self
So chick-ity-check yo self
So chick-ity-check yo self
So chick-ity-check yo self
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Is bad for ya health
Bank but steady talkin shit in the holdin'
And hit ya, makin' they yack to the neck
Bitch, you better run a check
'Cause bitches like you
Now your name is just Twan
Before you wreck yo self
Claimin' that they foldin'
Droppin' bombs on ya moms
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin' up the claps and who needs applause
That's kinda trifle
How I keep from goin' under?
For you wreck yo self
Before you wreck yo self
If you're foul
Before you wreck yo self
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
I hate motherfuckers
You coulda had a V8
And no I'm not the butler, i'll cut ya head-butt ya
You betta check yo self
Publishers: GANGSTA BOOGIE MUSIC, WB MUSIC CORP.
You say you can't touch this
You're God, used to be the Don Juan
Yo, common, chick-ity-check yo self
'Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin'
Is bad for my health
'Cause that's a knife-o AK-47 assault rifle
Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health
Old school tip, yeah
'Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch is a Miami hurricane head
So chick-ity-check yo self
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
'Cause shotgun bullets
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
Bitch, get off the wood, you no good
Before you wreck yo self
Are bad for your health
You better run a check
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
I got six and I'm aimin' em
'Cause I'm bad for your health
Before you wreck yo self
'Cause the lench mob
Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know
You better run a make on that license plate
Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium
Come, yeah
So chick-ity-check yo self
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
There goes the neighborhood hooker
At a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead
I come real stealth
Now your ass screamin' for the deputy
Songwriters: Jiggs Chase, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, O'Shea Jackson, Larry Muggerud, Sylvia Robinson
Sometimes it makes me wonder
It's like a jungle
This ain't no fuckin' motion picture
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self
Chick-ity-check yo self
Check, check
Before you wreck yo self
Before you wreck yo self
So chick-ity-check yo self
Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine
Now the runnin' up in ya slow
So chick-ity-check yo self
Tank first you wanna step to me
Before you wreck yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played
Before you wreck yo self
And friends know, we got that indoe
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Before you wreck yo self
Yo, I'm not a sucka sittin' in a house of pain
So  chick-ity-check yo self
Will I bust or keep you guessin'
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck