Artist: Timbo King Album: n/a Song: New York Shitty Typed by: Cno Evil [Timbo King] N.Y. Empire State, where the crime rate's high Skyscrapers, F.D.R., McDonald's fries The ghetto cries, five boroughs, we stay thorough Atlantic Ave. traffic, M.T.A. riches We live at the Garden with NBA bitches Brooklyn Bridge, Verrazano, ya'll know the motto The city never sleeps, Wallstreet stock markets Times Square, polluted air, Guiliani Down town fort, and everybody know everybody Bronx River, I give bums change A lady at Beth Israel, with labor pains Home of the Yankees, Prospect Park 1-2-5, Apollo, where the stardom starts City slickers, playas running game on the strippers Promotions, all you see is Def Jam stickers Clubs in effect, got the guest list closed Broadway shows, uptown, slinging them o's New York, New York, snotty attitudes, high prices You never know, this can be the place where Christ is You never know, this can be the place [Chorus: male singer] New York, New York, the streets The freaks, and watch what you do Every day of the week New York, New York, where my niggas walk the talk New York, New York, some smoke, some choke Gotta find fresh air, just to clear my thought New York, New York, where my niggas walk the talk New York, New York [Timbo King] N.Y.C., we up top, lock these doors We's the ones that started shit, '74 Now worldwide global, talking on mobiles Microphone check, one-two N.Y.P.D., the boys in blue City of bootleg liquor and CD's You see these, Timbs, jeans and hoodies Harlem Nights, Al Po, cock Rocky Bal-blow Take the B.Q.E., let the Supreme Team show you how to floss And I ain't ask what it cost Remember since you bought Diana Ross Yo, 42nd, you got 40 second Rob you in front of Tower Records, point blank Thug man, coming out of Brooklyn Number runs off the books, and Channel 2 through 13, Supreme Court judges New York, show 'em what a thug is Front page Daily News, plus 10-10 wins Give us 22 minutes and you have no friends New York, New York, Diamond District is where the ice is You never know, this can be the place where Christ is You never know, this can be the place You never know, this can be the place You never know, this can be the place [Chorus] [Timbo King] There's no place like home, the Statue of Libby Ferryboat, fifty cent, fast food, shitty The melting pot, lotto tickets, Church Ave. Dollar cabs, catch me without a bat Non Cypher, Co-Op City to Cypress Hills Righteous meals, at Halows 34th Street stay crowded, the murders in Bushwick You can't count it, Brownsville been about it So don't doubt it, the money capital, check out the avenue In Crown Heights, Bedstuy fights In my red and white Nike's, running from the po-lice I remember those nights Clear as day, take Eastern Parkway We parlay in C.I., Kasheen need a V.I. To upstate, bus is packed Yo, we live on weed, between dust and crack East Flat bus back, yo the 40's and the 50's I'm rolling up a 50, with eighth on sixty New York, New York shitty, they pronounced it twice Cuz you never know this could be the home of Christ Yo, you never know this could be the home of Christ Yo, you never know this could be the home Yo, you never know this could be the home Yo, you never know this could be the home [Chorus]