Bělošské, původně hardcorové, trio King Ad Rock, vl. jm. Adam Horowitz, Mike D, vl. jm. Michael Diamond a MCA, vl. jm. Adam Yauch začínající v New Yorku v r. 1979 (pův. pod názvem Young And The Useless). O dva roky později vydávají první EP...

Píseň: Finger Lickin' Good

Beastie Boys
Check Your Head
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's 
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many 
Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You 
Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build 
You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's 
His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing 
Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been 
Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm 
Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New 
Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In 
The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My 
Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day 
I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet 

Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It 
Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put 
The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound 
At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't 
Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head 
Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man 
Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 
'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of 
Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's 
Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat 

Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear 
It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of 
Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme 
Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The 
Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite 
My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 
'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And 
Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen 
Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift 
Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time 
To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya 
Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's 
So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank 
Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks 
I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff 
'I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough'