[Jay-Z]

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things, check



We started out makin, small time bacon

Two little niggaz bakin, talkin bout whippin cakes

Get clothin and big cheddar, hopin it gets better

We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever

In front of your buildin clockin, thought I was makin a killin

Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket

They was corrupt too, disrespectin the fiends I used to

look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you

In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York

I'm hollerin Lifetimes, he hollerin Life's Too $hort

Parallel lives and jew-els held high

To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls

You know how the game goes, slang to get G's

and speak in Chinese everybody gains the same dough

Get your shit scarred fuckin with my sick squad

from Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge



On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things



[Too $hort]

So now you own a record label, I got one too

We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew

You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records

On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers

The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me

You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?

I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways

so I can get paid, everday

I see the same old shit, I see in the streets

I know you think I'm sellin keys but I only sell beats

Dopefiend music, it's drug related

You can buy it on the corner get a radio and play it

It always sounds better when you turn it up loud

Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about

I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin niggaz

It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?



[Jay-Z]

On the road to riches, and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things



[Too $hort]

That's right, I been a hustler for a long time

Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes

I started off with nothing ended up with everything

Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane

Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin

Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin again

There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy

Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy



[Jay-Z]

Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get

Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect

$hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow

I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know

I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's

I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go

If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop

I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac

How real is that?



On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things

And I'm out



[Too $hort] Beyotch!  $hort Dawg's in the house

[Jay-Z] Jigga

[Too $hort] Much love

[Jay-Z] $hort Dawg, get your money main

[Too $hort] All the way from the West coast

[Jay-Z] Uhh, how real is that