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 ass 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 skills to the battle

like Jeru, I'm gonna damage

Lookin for success and your ass is a Burgerking sandwich

It's a pitty fake ni