Lauryn Hill: Yeah 2x Yeah, 3x yeah, yeah 2x yeah 3x, Yeah, 

Method Man: Yeah 

Lauryn Hill Yeah y2x 

Method Man:YO 

Lauryn Hill: yeah yeah yeah 



Verse 1: Method Man 

Yeah, Yo 

Damn, I hate it when it rain ever since I came in the game 

Some hated on the fame, a lot of niggas done changed and started actin strange 

Even labels turning they backs and started backing claims, radio is the same 

a whole lot of speculatin these mutha f***as defacatin on the name 

Woot Tang, if this where the Hip Hop is 

Radio lyin den, That aint where they hip hop live 

It live in the streets We eat to live, they livin to eat 

Im fed up, that niggaritis in em, givin em sleep 

RIP, may be the king of all I see 

And when death call im good I got caller id, see it was planned in the front 

Now they just gonna front, Like my joints is on proactive 

and they just don't bump, then niggas gonna say I lost my skill 

when in fact they all been programmed and lost they feel fo real 



Chorus: Lauryn Hill 

They got so much things to say right now. 

They got so much things to say. 

They got so much things to say right now. 

Method Man : Yeah yo. 

They got so much things to say. 



Verse 2: Method Man 

Damn, another artist chokes again 

They aint cut as close as him or even broke da skin 

See how niggas aint ya friends when there aint no ends 

Don't care who the case offend don't underrate my pen 

I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking im trash 

Lovin the taste of success and this drink in my glass 

Watch em Cosign that whack sh**, give it a pass till its gone 

Quicker than Red, can't get rid of dem crabs 

When they wrong call the cops they credibility shot 

Its time to learn what hot really is and really is not 

Off brand niggas, Meth gonna let em know off top 

Don't get smacked on DvDs tryin to show off blocks 

I cant stop cause my enemies plot or cause the cops want me 

Shackled and locked inside the penalty box 

And while they waitin for my sh** to flop they gettin pimped like hoes 

Sellin they ass just to get my spot, Come on man! 



Chorus: Lauryn Hill 

They got so much things to say right now. 

They got so much things to say. 

They got so much things to say right now. 

Method Man : Yeah yo 

They got so much things to say. 





Ask Miss Hill, half these critics aint got half the skill 

Often so hungry that they have to steal 

If I didn't have my deal and didn't have this mass appeal 

Then im back up in that trap swingin crack, it's real 

And that aint worth the time so search and find a new nerve 

And here's 3 words stop working mine, it'd take a lot more to Hurt my pride 

Jerk my vibe, more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga 

The last album wasn't feeling my style, this time my foot up in they ass 

Bet they feelin me now, cause tacow ,he put his heart in every track he do 

But somehow, you find someway to give a whack review, It aint all good, 

they writin that im Hollywood, trying to tell you my sh** aint ghetto and they hardly hood. 

Come on man 

Until you dudes can write some rhymes keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines 



Chorus: Lauryn Hill 

They got so much things to say right now. 

They got so much things to say. 

They got so much things to say right now. Method Man : Yeah yo 

They got so much thïngs to say.