Who Stole my Last Piece of Chicken?

[Intro: Richard Pryor]
Of all the things my mama used to cook, I liked chicken
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well, I expect to find it when I get home this evening

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Damn, it really hurts my heart to remember these (Remember these)
Days way back in the seventies (Seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-Aids
Cornbread, cornrows, and cornbraids
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat, nibble on the bone and then suck the goo
Man, if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better the next day cold
Chick-chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect I used to listen
To my moms (To my mommy), damn near every day
"Boy, you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"

[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
Yo, Monch, you can remember when we used to play skelly way back?
Blastin' wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them print skirts (Yo, you was fiendin' for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
Mom yells, "Dinner's ready," 'cause she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup and my hot sauce
And my cornbread, now I'm ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin

[Chorus: Richard Pryor]
And I'll tell ya another thing
Somebody stole my piece of chicken
And I'll tell ya another thang
Somebody stole my piece of chicken

[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
Round up, round up, one, two, three
I'm fresh out of a batch and you can't catch me
Mrs. Mary Mack all dressed in black
She's rather fat and she carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we played SWAT
But no one never died, though, we just cried
Only to laugh again when my moms made fried

[Verse 4: Prince Poetry]
Chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
Whoo, ha-ha, ha-ha, Grand Groove
Was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
Past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
Greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (Word?)
Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose (Uh)

[Verse 5: Pharoahe Monch]
I'm just looking out of the window (Window)
Watching the asphalt grow (Grow) slow (Slow)
My best friend was a G.I. Joe
Although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got jealous when we couldn't run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block used to beat us
I was quick as a cat, in fact I was a cheetah
Especially when we played follow the leader
Little Suzy May Robinson
Used to play show and tell with my peter

[Verse 6: Prince Poetry]
I used to rock my British Walkers to church
After the choir sang, the preacher started to preach, so I had to search
For a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied
But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side and said
"Mm, you know I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please, oh please, reverend now would
You speed up the sermon so I can determine
Whether I'ma have peas or collars greens
With my chicken that I'm yearnin'?"
Turnin' to the usher in the back, whispering
"Please keep the chicken monster from coming through the crack of the door"
Later at the table, moms popped my hand until it was sore
'Cause I ate the chicken before
The preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self
But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left

[Interlude]
What happened to that wing, man?
Where that chicken go?
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Where that chicken go? (Chick-chick-chick-chicken)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken

[Outro: Prince Poetry & Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well, I expect to find it when I get home
And I'll tell ya another thang
Somebody stole my piece of chicken
I didn't take your chicken, pop
Forget it, I'll wait 'til I get home 'cause ain't no chicken left (Hey, that's cool)
Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken (That's cool)