Intro: Mase
 Yo yo  this Mase  youknowhatI'msayin?
 You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason
 You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich
 You got niggaz that's mad  cause I'm always with they bitch
 Then you got niggaz that just don't like me
 You know  the  those P.H.D. niggaz
 But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
 see it's a difference  a lot of niggaz pop shit
 But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
 But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
 we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
 Black Rob
 If you wanna dance, we dance
 Verse One: Mase
 Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
 Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
 Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
 Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that
 Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
 Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
 Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
 Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
 I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
 Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
 Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
 Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
 No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit
 Got plans to get my Land and my 6
 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit
 Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
 Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.
 spoken words by Puff
 Been around the world and I I I
 And we been playa hated [say what?]
 I don't know and I don't know why
 Why they want us hated [ahehe]
 I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
 Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
 Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
 Bay-bee bay-BEE!
 Verse Two: Puff Daddy
 I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
 Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
 I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
 Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
 Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
 Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
 Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
 Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
 What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
 How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
 Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way
 it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
 It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
 Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
 And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
 Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase
 Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
 I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
 Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
 Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
 Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
 In the brand new treasure on a old try
 Never my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
 Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride
 We never ride far, packed five in a car
 Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
 And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids
 all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'
 It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
 Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
 Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
 Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
 Chorus w/ slight modifications
 line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
 line 2, Puff: We been playa hated!
 line 3, Puff: Why?
 line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
 line 5, Puff: Why they hate us?
 line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
 line 7, Puff: Say what?
 line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
 Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
 You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself
 Why's there so much jealousy in the world?
 Don't look at mine, get yours
 (music fades)
 Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:
 OK after these messages we'll be back with
 the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
 *applause*
 OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
 We'll get you through this
 Take a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
 And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)
 I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
 I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
 though?)
 and he's still pretty mad
 But, this time he brought someone else with him
 and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
 Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
 Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
 Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
 Tell them niggaz why you mad son!
 (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
 Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
 YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
 I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
 I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
 I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit
 Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
 (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
 That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
 We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
 He ain't no real producer neither
 And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
 My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
 Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad!
 (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
 That's the shit that got me mad!
 That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
 (It's a family oriented show)
 YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit that feds me up
 (Gentlemen, please)
 Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
 (Disregard the foul language)
 I'm watchin this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
 They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
 like that youknowhatI'msayin?
 This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit
 YouknowhatI'msayin?
 I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga video
 (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
 the car goin two hundred miles an hour
 WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
 (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
 The nigga climbin out the fuckin car!
 (One more time)
 Let me see you try that shit on a train!
 YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train
 What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
 Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
 Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit