Things that happen when it reaches dark
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
That's how it is and that's how it goes
And this is just two of 8 million stories
When the crazy thing happened along the way
Been the subject of a ghetto song
And you just never know who you might meet in this town
Peruvian rock never cut with speed
Poor kids admire, ladies desire
A new story for every day
Yo, dig on my home boys Run DMC
8 million stories, 8 million stories
And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face
Born on a dim lit ghetto street
Fresh kid and the stories complete
You know he started to base at a hell of a pace
Told a thousand different ways
Turnin' blue in the face by holdin' his breath
He grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
8 million stories, 8 million stories
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and vultures
Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
And basing cocaine made him lose his life
And you could measure or even treasure
8 million stories, 8 million stories
[Incomprehensible]
The emergency ward is capacity filled
And all the things you hear about Central Park
And he gets skied until his nose would bleed
8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank
You got to be down, you got to have strength
The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
The city with the 8 and six big O's
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
If you're gonna survive past 110th
8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
Vicki's fine but then she's not very kind
He lost his car, his house, his friends, his wife
Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the phone
8 million stories, 8 million stories
New York, you know this is a crazy city, man
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Spent all his time just counting his bank
She tried to hide it but they'll soon know
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack?
Get down to the funky sound
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Can her Daddy just accept that as a fact
8 million stories, 8 million stories
They say water can't put out this fire
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
Just to break it all down, you know he's not very slick
8 million stories, 8 million stories
She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
Then there's another girl, her name is Vicki
About the mean streets and the ghetto culture
And that was just one weakness, I must admit
8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million sad but all real stories
[Incomprehensible]
Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
And the naked city never closes its eyes
Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
Father unknown, mother astray
Get down to the funky sound
Is that when he took a hit he could never quit
8 million stories, 8 million stories
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
He learned about life the real hard way
Their attitudes were all la de da de
But then he tried to stop but it never worked
The girl is fine but sho'nuff tricky
8 million stories, 8 million stories
[Incomprehensible]
Some ice cold and told without pity
Word, skyscrapers, everything
But little did they know there's a baby in the body
You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
Well, it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
