[this track only on the cassette version]
    Milky, and I'm back
  My ace in the hole was this brand new track
  I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
  Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
  I did it, but the devil didn't make me
  I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
  Proving a point that I'm a serious joint
  You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
  Your head with oil--lots of oil
  Make it run like water, watch it boil
  Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
  made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---HUH
  Prince of the growl is on the prowl
  How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul
  Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is
  A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--
    [Chorus:]
  Jack the Ripper
  Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
  Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
  King Hercules!
    Back for the payback, I must say that
  I heard your new jam, I don't play that
  It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
  This year you tried, next year you're quitting
  Last year you thought I was dying out
  But again, and again, and again without a doubt
  It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
  Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
  I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
  and this is an example of funky stuff
  When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this
  They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
  It's a strong record, a record for the strong
  For those who appreciate real rap songs
  Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
  Stay back, I got the power, I'm--
    [Chorus]
    Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
  a-k-a James Todd Smith
  Hard like penitentiary steel
  Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
  Homegirls in the house, c'mon
  Homegirls in the house, give it up
  You gotta want to get hotter
  Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot'a
  People don't know how nice I am
  He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
  Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
  Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
  While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
  No one out there thought you could do
  You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
  Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
    [Chorus]
    Break it down! [x3]
  Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
  [scratches]
    "How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
  I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
  Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
  'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y
  I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
  It makes me move and I'll improve
  As it goes on, as it flows on
  When you see me, don't ask if the show's on
  How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
  Pull on my jock to be down
  You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
  Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
  Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
  I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
  Day after day after day
  You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J
  I'm--[scratches]
    I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
  A killing machine, a savage street talker
  Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
  To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
  The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
  Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
  And you've never seen anybody rock the party
  All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi
  I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know
  Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
  Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
  Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
  I'm better than any emcee out there
  As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
  When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..