[Cormega]

Yo, its night time I can't sleep

My pens beggin' me to write rhymes

Cory's a felony despite time

I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue

I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song

Hip hop cannot ignore me for long

I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her

Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her

She had class now she sellin it all for cash

When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter

Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood

She used to be out in Queens with DMC

And on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P.

She was fly she kept her shit tight

Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife

Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row"

Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast

She met a lame with with a drug dealer name

He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed

You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested

If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic

You understand the message

I know I'm gettin to deep for some

Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb

Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss her

Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her

Then along came the R, reminding her of her essence

Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons

She was stressed because she missed Pac

She still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?'

I love her like a mother, my physical path

She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past

And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed

No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash

Whats her name dun? *Echoed*