| Artist | Naughty By Nature |
| Song | Craziest |
| Director | Hype Williams |
| Genre | Rap and Hip Hop |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
The video opens with an out-of-control car tearing through the streets before spinning to a stop. From there, Naughty by Nature deliver the track with rapid-fire energy on a stark square platform, filmed from dramatic overhead and low angles. The performance is broken up by quick cuts, guest appearances, urban imagery, and flashes of the group's New Jersey identity. The result is a forceful, crowded showcase for the song's roll call of cities, neighborhoods, and hip-hop affiliations.
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Verse 1: Treach My thoughts are thundering, tumblin Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu Witta chain representing penitentiaries from Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown And all you know from lifers, Rikers ta foesome Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low ... |