Run–DMC
8 Million Stories
[Intro]
There are 8 million stories in the naked city

8 million stories
8 million stories (Cold hard city)
8 million stories (Watch your back)
8 million stories

[Verse 1: Kurtis Blow]
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the pushers, the sharks, and vultures
The 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 strength
If you're gonna survive past 110th
There ain't no thing when blood is spilled
But he emergency ward is capacity-filled
And nothing ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story for every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's how it is and that's how it goes
The city with the 8 and six big O's
New York, you know this is a crazy city, man
Word! Skyscrapers, everything
And you just never know who you might meet in this town
Yo, my home boys Run DMC
Whassup, man? What's the deal? What's up Kurtis? Whatcha doin? What's up Ryan?
Yo, I heard you got a record comin' out, man
Yeah, man, it's called '8 Million Stories', man
Yo, I need some help, man
Why don't y'all help me rhyme? You know
I'm down with that

[Verse 2: Run]
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Their attitudes were all "La Di Da Di"
But little did they know there was a baby in the body
She tried to hide it, but they'll soon know
Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
Can her daddy just accept it as a fact?
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack

[Verse 3: DMC]
Then there's another girl, her name is Vicki
The girl is fine, but sho'nuff tricky
Vicki's fine, but then she's not very kind
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
You wake up in the morning and you're feeling blue
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories (You hear what i'm saying)
8 million stories (Homeboys and girlies)
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories (Sing)
8 million stories (Sing the song)
8 million stories
8 million stories

[Verse 4: Kurtis Blow]
Fresh kid and the story's complete
Born on a dim-lit ghetto street
Father unknown, mother astray
He learned about life the real hard way
Wearing pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his bank
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank
Because he's a fresh kid, his money's long
Been the subject of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire, ladies desire
They say water can't put out his fire
Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright
He 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
Peruvian rock never cut with speed
And he gets skeed until his nose would bleed
And there was just one weakness, I must admit
Is that when he took a hit, he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher living day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
You know he started to base at a hell of a pace
And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven, a terrible Jones
Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the phone
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
Just biting on his pipe like a dog on a bone
Turning blue in the face, by just holding 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 he's not so slick
Because he spent all his money and he spent it all quick
He lost his car, his house, his friends, his wife
And basing cocaine made him lose his life
Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
8 million sad, but all real, stories
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories (You hear what i'm saying)
8 million stories (Homeboys and girlies)
8 million stories
8 million stories (Sing)
8 million stories (Sing the song)
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories
8 million stories