Dirty Cop Named Harry

That`s how the police be livin in New York<br>especially ( ? ) the South Bronx<br>doin every nationality who walks the streets of New York injustice<br>They`re dirty, man<br>But anyway<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Hardhead ]<br>Here`s how it begins<br>Started in the Bronx, ended up in Manhattan<br>A cop with a label on his head<br>Financially overfed, now he`s wanted dead<br>A big drug bust on the Lower East Side<br>Five Colombians shot, five Colombians die<br>Little did he know or could he tell<br>The five he killed were Colombian drug cartel<br>Now he has a bullet with his name on it<br>Without apology and without shame on it<br>Two million in cash, three million in coke<br>This type of loot he only took as a joke<br>He stashed a million in cash, two million of the white stuff<br>A hard day`s work without the use of his handcuffs<br>At the station he files his report<br>Five corpses who won`t make it to court<br>Self-made millionaire<br>Them he doesn`t bury, he condems em to a wheelchair<br>He`s spendin money like a movie star<br>Unaware his last car is his Jaguar<br>20 years on the force<br>But in his line of work he`s his own boss<br>Hits all over town, pistols keep smokin<br>And small time dealers` jaw bones are broken<br>Confiscated from burrough to burrough<br>Crooked-ass cracker who won`t live to see tomorrow<br>Plans are made to start diggin his grave<br>Word is out: that was his last big raid<br>Things are hectic<br>He now smells the odor from the shit he stepped in<br>Fellow officers are talkin<br>Every bust he makes, something`s always walkin<br><br>(You ask yourself if you were white)<br>A dirty cop named Harry<br>(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)<br>( *DJ Stoneface cuts up* )<br>(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)<br>(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)<br>(Why would you?)<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Hardhead ]<br>Headed towards his tombstone<br>He`s home all alone, conversating on the phone<br>A knock at the door and a letter is found<br>It read: decide on your burial ground<br>He now knows he`s been chose to be decomposed<br>To the dust he`ll return from dust he arose<br>This night he hits a local bar for a drink<br>The scene is on the brink<br>He`s in the bar drinkin and drinkin and drinkin<br>And thinkin<br>Two decades on the force, now he`s worryin<br>At the table his eyes begin blurring<br>He gets up, heads for his ride<br>A hour to find his keys cause he`s DUI<br>Gets in, enroute to his house<br>One block from his home five shots ring out<br>Five through the windshield, all five hit his head<br>His car comes to a halt, so does he cause he`s dead<br>The hit was carried out for a greedy crooked cop<br>Who was put to a stop<br>But a lesson to the ones in the profession<br>Corruption in our system is a short time blessing<br>Five slugs for the five thugs he mugged<br>For 20 years of dirt he kept swept under the rug<br>This rhyme based on a true episode<br>The beginning of another cops caseload<br>We all pay the price for the load we carry<br>And so did that dirty cop named Harry<br><br>(You ask yourself if you were white)<br>( *DJ Stoneface cuts up* )<br>(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)<br>(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)<br>(Why would you wanna be a cop in a black ghetto today?)