No Damn Good Songtext
von Big Daddy Kane

Hey, you know, Butcher, uhm
I′m findin' it very hard to understand the lifestyle of young ladies today

Yo, they′re hard to figure out, gee
They need a sincere meter

You know, I've heard it said
You gotta use what you got to get what you want
But I think they're usin′ a little bit too much when they flaunt, you know
Cool, alright, you know, ehm
I don′t understand the way these girls is rolling today, man
How about you, man?

Yo, let me tell you somethin', gee
If they ain′t lyin' they tryin′ to do some other - wildness

I know, I know
It's like girls promisin′ you Thomas's and can't even cook toast, right?
What I′m tryin to tell you, man, is...
They just ain′t no damn good
No damn good
Check it out


Now there's this girl named Monique
The type of female that you consider a freak
A big-time player playin′ like a drum beat
You think her address is 21 Hump Street
She step out every night to swing
With her Lee press-on's and a nefertiti ring
Bamboo earrings all big and lookin′ silly
With extensions hangin' down like Milli Vanilli
And every Wednesday night at the Apollo
First kid she saw with jewerly she′d follow
And Monique would be ready to sleep
With the first kid in a Benz or a Cherokee Jeep
Strung out and givin' up the nappy dug out
You're on the critical list, about to pull the plug out
So here, nympho, here′s some good info
Stop takin ′em putts and close your legs, toots
'Cause I remember you was one of a kind and a fine - hm
I once was infatuated by the things that you do
But now you′re doodoo
It's all about respectin′ yourself
In order to gain respect from anyone else
Treat yourself like a real woman should
'Cause bitch, you ain′t no damn good

That's right, there's a lotta young ladies out here that just ain′t no damn good

But hol′ up minute
There's a lotta guys out there that ain′t no damn good either

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, 'cause I had to tell one the other night
That his thing had too many ′nots' in it

What you mean by too many ′nots'?

Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough

Yeah, aight
But check this here out


Well now, here's another story
About this kid by the name of Corey
A hustler with game tryin′ to make a name
That was his aim, but his lifestyle was lame
′Cause he would front like it wasn't even funny
About his girl, his car, and his money
Pullin′ out a knot every place
But every single bill had Washington's face
And he went beyond exaggeration
To lie about his means of transportation
Because he said he had a Benz car
Come to find out, it was his friend′s car
Talk about simple chronic halitosis
Damn, his breath was ferocious
He had an odor that just won't quit
Smelled like he washed in Oil Of Oh shit
Tellin girls he′s daddy long-strokin'
(Shit, you must be jokin')
Cause he ain′t got no bitches
And couldn′t hurt a virgin if her pussy had stitches
See, Corey, there's a lot you′re missin'
Seems to me, you ain′t got a pot to piss in
So let's get one thing understood
Muthafucka, you ain′t no damn good

The moral of the story is the majority of the population of males and females today are just no damn good