[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
 [Fat Joe]
 Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
 three's for all the M-3's
 Racin across the Tapenze
 ?Matchin C's? followed by the white Lincoln
 drivin like I ain't thinkin
 Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink in
 On the way to home BASE,
 first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place
 We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new
 Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
 That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
 Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know
 We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
 My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes
 I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right
 Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
 And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame)
 we only pawns in this game(game)
 Decision: grow cocaine
 I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris
 And just, stay rich,  and reminisce, while I count my chips

 Chorus

 [Noreaga]

 Yo you scared to death, misery need company
 Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers
 Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
 Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
 Throw the Range off, police-iano
 Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now
 The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
 And you wonder why you can't find us

 [Fat Joe]

 I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares
 Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked
 For what seemed like a million years, yea
 This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go
 That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact
 I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
 Joey Crack, the mack without the hat
 And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
 I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
 T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
 Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
 Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
 Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando
 So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono
 That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein friendly
 Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me
 My heart is empty, never feelin remorse
 I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss

 Chorus

 [Noreaga]

 Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand
 Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven
 Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too
 mad fly too, a thug too
 Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos
 Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's
 Batting stance, a majorly  we glance,
 and gotta yell "What, What!"
 Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo
 I told niggas, that you did it for show,
 but niggas thought you was ill yo
 Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so
 Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
 Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's
 My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
 You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
 We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
 me and Fat Joe still provoking it

 Chorus

 (ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
 polic-iano's, pabolos
 amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea