Check it out  check a check a  check it out
 Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
 I can't get played  cause I roll with Baby Chris  nevertheless
 niggaz be tryin to front the role
 When everybody knows  I'm gonna go gold
 at least  kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear
 Joe is bigger and better  so have no fear
 I'll be rippin the mic  clockin dough  stickin the hoes
 After every single show, you know (know)
 One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front
 Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?
 When I step on stage, I'm second to none
 Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah
 Talkin about the way I rock a party
 Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi
 I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene
 I'm mean, my favorite color is green
 I guess that's why they call it the blues
 Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
 the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son
 Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done
 So don't fake moves, cause I never fall
 That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all

 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
 Hey yo I'm livin Fat
 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
 Yo I'm livin Fat
 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
 Yo I'm livin Fat
 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)

 Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile
 Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild
 Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit
 While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits
 The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low
 I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow
 I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah
 Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts?
 I got props, believe it or not
 I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah
 One of the livest niggaz in New York
 Sometimes I be chillin with Son
 Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that
 Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too
 I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew
 Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack
 So now you know the flav, and you know the time
 Brothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme"
 So I don't front on my peeps
 Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G
 So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall
 That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all

 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
 Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
 Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
 Aiyyo I'm livin FAT
 I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
 Aiyyo I'm livin FAT!

 Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D
 Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out