* This song had been changed to 'Where the Shit Goes Down' and ended up with new chorus and new hooks on the final version
[Verse One: Ice-T] Saturday night in L.A. - time to play My beeper is huming like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packing two gats and I wish I could carry more Might sound crazy; but I ran out of the slugs before Yeah, I know the FEDs watch me But my vet clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rolling in my black five hun' I used to Lowride and that was just for fun I had five cars, but now I got one Hard to keep it balling when you're on The Run I got two keys in my trunk and a shovel Stepped on them once, so now I got double The shovel is for drama, need I say more? I got a fat stash Spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close, in case shit gets hype Got a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch and did three I'ma have to roll solo, til they set her free Plus, I got some other crimeys down, true Gs But they got all day, so now it's just me And I'ma keep this slang on until the day I die I can't go straight and won't even try I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why!
[Chorus: Ice-T] I'm a victim, gotta make crime pay I gotta make crime pay I'm a victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay Victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay I'm a victim, a Victim of the Criminal Zone!
[Verse Two: Ice-T] Now niggaz like to credit and they like to get their loans on So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones on He told me about this nigga who won't pay He also said: He knew exactly where the motherfucker stay! So I went and got some homies I hang with Some crazy motherfuckers, who I used to bang with We took a trip to his crib, I snatched his whore and his kids And this is what we did: we tied their punk ass up I cracked the safe with an axe and then the phones we cut I didn't hurt his wife But I promise next time that I would take her life I shot the nigga in his neck for disrespect our corner body I got a murder in Miami for a Shoot-out at a party I got a blood in my trunk, from a punk who squealed Had a partner tried to play me and his cap I peeled Now I rest with my finger on my heater Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper
[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations] Victim, gotta make crime pay I gotta make crime pay A victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay I'm a victim, a Victim of the Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay Victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone!
[Verse Three: Ice-T] I used to slang enough water, you can float a boat You can ski off the mountains of fucking coke But now most niggaz serve Chronic So I let them check a bank, and then I'm all up-on it I served them with a cute whore In a week; they tell my bitches about all their dough Then I jack and I kill The jack is for the money, the kill is for thrills I got nine spots in Watts that still serve crack I got a bitch who works the Plastic tune on the track Got a G-T-A connection and a fence for jewels Got some little kids that move fucking dope in schools Got some warrants for arresting in about twenty states Got the bigger Body Count in fucking Norman Bates I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme I'm living out a Hustler dream
[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations] I'm a victim, gotta make crime pay I gotta make crime pay Straight victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay I'm a victim, a victim of the Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay I'm a victim, a victim of the Criminal Zone!
[Verse Four: Ice-T] Tonight I gotta meet this nigga from around the way Some say: He is cool, I think he's DEA He said: He want it bad and heard that I got it good I bagged up ten keys of flour and met him in the hood I met him in my spot cause I know it's cool Pat him down on sight to remove his tool Made him name ten niggaz he should know But that still ain't shit in the game of Blow He asked to see the dope, I asked to see the cash He reached for that Briefcase too fast A fucking pig, yo, he thought that he had the chump I had my nigga in the closet with a Bore Pump (* Gun Shot*) And now there's fucking Shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel is for.. victims!
[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations] Gotta make crime pay, I gotta make crime pay Don't be a victim, a victim of this Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay Victims, victims of the Criminal Zone! I gotta make crime pay I'm a victim, a victim of the Criminal Zone! Gotta make crime pay
[Outro: Sounds of Pouring Rain, Thunder and lightning]