[Intro: Erica Bryant (RZA)]
  Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya head straight)
  
  [RZA]
  Yo, yo, get ya head straight, get ya life straight
  Sniffin' on that, blow, sippin' on that nitrate
  Boostin' from the corner store, fuckin' all them thugs, raw
  Suckin' on that apple head, wonder why your throat sore?
  Sittin' there, on welfare, head full of horse hair
  Baby-daddy dead, in jail or in a wheelchair
  But you don't seem to care, you just wanna wear
  Prada one-sided but can't afford a pair
  Up in your mom's lab, twenty-two, scallywag
  Snotty-nosed baby with the bootleg hoochie bag
  Gettin' your coochie ragged by an old sugar dad
  Dreamin' bout them things that you could of been, you should of had
  
  [Chorus: RZA & Erica Bryant (RZA)]
  Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up)
  Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up)
  Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get that swine up)
  Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
  
  [Erica Bryant]
  Always wanna ball with shit, give back tomorrow's shit
  Throw up the sperm, sayin' you don't swallow shit
  Drinkin' out the bottle shit, claimin' you a model chick
  Prayin' to Gods, so you can hit the lotto, chick?
  
  [Outro: Erica Bryant (Doc Doom)]
  Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
  Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
  (The Black Knights! West Coast niggaz)