Låttexter: DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince. My Buddy.

I'd like to know are you really for some super-dynamite soul?
Introducing the world's greatest entertainer
The amazing Mr. Beat Beat himself
The hardest working beatbox in show business, Ready Rock

Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C
Tell 'em your name, tell 'em your name
Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C
That was nice Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock

Hey, man, hold up, man
I think I wanna tell 'em a little about this man
Aight, break it down, Ready, break it down

Please pay attention to my rhymes
So I can tell you all about this pal of mine
He's my buddy, my best friend
When it's a beat I need, it's a beat he'll lend

I wanna take time out to talk about him
'Cause frankly I don't know what I would do without him
We work together like a medical crew
When I'm backin' Ready up, I'm backin' Prince up too

Tryin' to beat us? That doesn't make any sense
He's Ready Rock C an' I'm the Fresh Prince
In the rap industry, we're ranked at first
Ain't a better combination in the whole universe

So if you wanna battle, your future looks muddy
That you just can't beat my buddy

Word, break it down, break it down, Ready

We've won so many battles, people think it's a trick
That when the crowd gets to judge, it's us that they'll pick
They see Ready's face an' then they hear my voice
To choose us as the winners is the natural choice

Because battle after battle, we remain on top
'Cause it's not the way we look, it's the way that we rock
So if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhyme
Just keep it an' I'm sure that I can change your mind

There was ten whack dudes tryin' to play high post
One crew got bold an' they began to boast
I said, "Y'all shut up an' get back in line"
But they refused, what happened now? So now there's nine

Nine whack crews' tryin' to rock like this
They were bitin' my rhymes an' just couldn't resist
I said, ?Please stop bitin', please don't imitate?
But they kept on bitin', so there's now there's eight

Eight whack crews' poppin' big time trash
Tellin' us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at ten thirty an' by quarter of eleven
Was no longer eight crews, how many was they? There was seven

Seven whack crews' in a football huddle
Tryin' to figure out their next rebuttal
They came out strong, you'd think they thought they ultimate
But we just dissed 'em an' dismissed, so now there's six

Six whack crews' tryin' to be tough
Who the hell told 'em they could rock the mic like us
We got straight down the business, didn't pop no jive
We just blew 'em out, so now there's five

Five whack crews' lined up in the hallway
All perpetratin' like they're read to play
My secretary walked out, she asked for one more
They got scared an' left, so now there's four

Four whack crews' outside playin' around
I said, ?I'll take you all on, now how does that sound??
Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic
I said, "Okay, I'll let you go, psych"

That's the moral of this story
Never try to take me an' Ready Rock's glory
'Cause if you do, your future looks muddy
'Cause you just can't beat, me an' my buddy

Word, yeah, ay, Ready Rock, hold up, hold up, hold up, man
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
What, man, what? C'mon man, man, I wonder
Can, can I just interrupt the record for a second?