Featuring Run D.M.C.
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
8 million stories x4
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central Park
You got to be down,you got to have strenght
If youre gonna survive past 110th
Well it aint no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
And nothin ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
Thats how it is and thats how it goes
The city with the 8 and six big Os
New York is a crazy city man…..
Yo, my home boys Run DMC
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de
But little did they know theres a baby in the body
She tried to hide it,but theyll soon know
Because sooner or later that babys got to show
Can her daddy just accept it as a fact
That it wasnt the meals and it wasnt the snack
Then theres another girl,her name is Vicki
The girl is fine,but shonuff tricky
Vickis fine,,but then shes not very kind
Shell lay you down and then shell rob you blind
You wake up in the morning and youre feelin blue
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
Shes more sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8 million stories
8 million stories x12
Fresh kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto street
Father unknown,mother astray
He learned about life the real hard way
Wearin pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his bank
Because hes a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank
Because hes a fresh kid and his moneys long
Been the subject of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire,ladies desire
They say water cant put out this fire
Because hes a fresh kid,yeah hes alright
Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
And you could measure or even treasure
The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
Puruvian rock never cut with speed
And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed
And that was just one weakness,must admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because hes one slick pusher livin day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
You know he started to base at a hell a pace
And now its a disgrace,hes got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
Didnt take care of business,didnt answer the phone
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
Just bittin on a pipe like a dog on a bone
Turnin blue in the face,by holdin his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
Just to break it all down,you know hes not very slick
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife
And basing cocaine made him lose his wife
Because he bought some on credit and couldnt pay
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
8 million stories sad but all real stories
8 million stories x12