Artist: Hard Knocks Album: School of Hard Knocks Song: Dirty Cop Named Harry Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch (with help from liner notes) That's how the police be livin in New York especially ( ? ) the South Bronx doin every nationality who walks the streets of New York injustice They're dirty, man But anyway [ VERSE 1: Hardhead ] Here's how it begins Started in the Bronx, ended up in Manhattan A cop with a label on his head Financially overfed, now he's wanted dead A big drug bust on the Lower East Side Five Colombians shot, five Colombians die Little did he know or could he tell The five he killed were Colombian drug cartel Now he has a bullet with his name on it Without apology and without shame on it Two million in cash, three million in coke This type of loot he only took as a joke He stashed a million in cash, two million of the white stuff A hard day's work without the use of his handcuffs At the station he files his report Five corpses who won't make it to court Self-made millionaire Them he doesn't bury, he condems em to a wheelchair He's spendin money like a movie star Unaware his last car is his Jaguar 20 years on the force But in his line of work he's his own boss Hits all over town, pistols keep smokin And small time dealers' jaw bones are broken Confiscated from burrough to burrough Crooked-ass cracker who won't live to see tomorrow Plans are made to start diggin his grave Word is out: that was his last big raid Things are hectic He now smells the odor from the shit he stepped in Fellow officers are talkin Every bust he makes, something's always walkin (You ask yourself if you were white) A dirty cop named Harry (Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?) ( *DJ Stoneface cuts up* ) (Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?) (Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?) (Why would you?) [ VERSE 2: Hardhead ] Headed towards his tombstone He's home all alone, conversating on the phone A knock at the door and a letter is found It read: decide on your burial ground He now knows he's been chose to be decomposed To the dust he'll return from dust he arose This night he hits a local bar for a drink The scene is on the brink He's in the bar drinkin and drinkin and drinkin And thinkin Two decades on the force, now he's worryin At the table his eyes begin blurring He gets up, heads for his ride A hour to find his keys cause he's DUI Gets in, enroute to his house One block from his home five shots ring out Five through the windshield, all five hit his head His car comes to a halt, so does he cause he's dead The hit was carried out for a greedy crooked cop Who was put to a stop But a lesson to the ones in the profession Corruption in our system is a short time blessing Five slugs for the five thugs he mugged For 20 years of dirt he kept swept under the rug This rhyme based on a true episode The beginning of another cops caseload We all pay the price for the load we carry And so did that dirty cop named Harry (You ask yourself if you were white) ( *DJ Stoneface cuts up* ) (Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?) (Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?) (Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)