Beastie Boys: Video Anthology2000

Ad-Rock:
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat. And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat.

Mike D:
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic. They'll be staring at the radio, stayin' up all night.

MCA:
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin'. I got a boat to eat shrimp in. Nothing wrong with my leg, I'm just B-boy limpin'.

Ad-Rock:
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float. My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat.

MCA:
'Ooh-ooh' is my disco call. I'm gettin' rope, y'all. Routines I bust, and the rhymes that I write. And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night.

Ad-Rock:
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose, man. I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes.

Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D:
You heard my style, I think you missed the point; 'it's the joint.'

Ad-Rock:
Mike D, with your bad self running things. What's up with your bad breath onion rings.

Mike D:
Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead. Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med.

Ad-Rock:
Make another record 'cause the people; they want more of this. Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz.

Mike D:
Hurricane, you got clout. Other DJs, he'll put your head out.

MCA:
A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme or do my thing. I'm in a lava lamp inside my brain hotel. I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well.

Ad-Rock:
The Patty Duke, the Wrench, and then I bust the Tango. Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango.

MCA:
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a. 'Shake your rump-a.'

Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D:
A full clout, y'all, a full clout, y'all. And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all. A full clout.

Mike D:
Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest. Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest.

MCA:
Yeah, we've got beef, chief. We're knocking out teeth, chief. And if you don't believe us, you should question your belief, Keith.

Ad-Rock:
I'm like Sam the butcher, bringing Alice the meat. Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet.

Mike D:
Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it. In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet.

Ad-Rock:
Rope-a-dope dookies all around the neck. 'Who-ha, got them all in check.'

Mike D:
Running from the law, the press, and the parents. 'Is your name Michael Diamond?' - No, mine's Clarence.

MCA:
From downtown, Manhattan, the Village. My style is wild, and you know that it still is.

Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D:
Disco bag schlepping, and you're doing the bump. 'Shake your rump-a.'