Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Nowadays yo)
 Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
 Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas niggas nowadays yo
 Verse 1: Dray
 Well yo, they used to say that Dray was a motherfuckin bum
 Cos when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin none
 The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
 They used to call me Petey Wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
 Now I'm in the shit, like a fly I was buggin
 From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin
 Sellin cocaine in the high school halls
 Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis balls
 I used to run across the bridge with my peeps
 I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps
 I used to roll around my hat and all day
 lookin for a prey that we could rob on Broadway
 Stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy
 Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to Jersey
 '86 and '87 was the year
 had the Gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah
 Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink
 See yeah Saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink
 The beats was always showin up at my rest
 askin "Does a certain Drayzie live at this address? Yes?"
 The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
 I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out!
 I hit the South just like a bandit cos I was stranded
 Virginia State in '88, you know that's where I landed
 I couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange
 I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough
 Chorus:
 Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( Yo niggas just can't have
 nuttin)
 Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
 Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
 Niggas just can't have nuttin (Nowadays yo)
 *repeat x2*
 Verse 2: Skoob
 Yo bust a move, peep the flav
 cos I'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
 Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect
 a newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off Bushwick
 Bless the days, Pops shot to get forth the *?vock?* and fifth
 Damn, fam got to shift
 from the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
 This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit
 But now the crib a little bigger
 I was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga
 Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11
 wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57
 Mom's babysittin, Pop's on the hustle
 54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle
 Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy
 Believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffitti
 But I couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists
 cos now I'm 'cross town in the Heights
 My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the
 fun
 Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums
 And motherfuckers don't care
 I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air
 You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver
 Kept it fresh, double-parked in the Caesar
 but I got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor
 and do Moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper
 So what's the caper cos now I'm all in
 at Virginia State, now let the bullshit begin
 Chorus:
 Nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have
 nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin')
 Nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
 It was '89 and yo, I'm stayin out of fights
 I'm runnin with this nigga named Books from Crown Heights
 Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up
 We're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up
 Well nigga so what? You fucked the holdup and went whatevers
 then bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit together
 Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function
 Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin
 We're goin huntin, Virginia didn't have shit for us
 That's why we broke out with Dice and blitzed into blue chorus
 Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend
 The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin
 But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram
 (Aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle)
 And yo, something got ta happen or I'ma get tha pappin
 We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin
 Packin skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shot
 Gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what?
 If PMD is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew
 makin all that money on that business as usual
 (Tip tip tip) Tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin
 They hit us with the digits to the cribs in Long Island
 so, we packed the Henny and my men we got swayz
 and never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays
 Chorus:
 Cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin'
 yo)
 Word up niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have
 nuttin')
 Nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 (Yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone)
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin')
 Nowadays niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
 (Well now they got me rockin on the microphone)
 (Niggas just can't have nuttin')
 Niggas just ain't (got a motherfuckin thing)
 Nowadays (word up) niggas ain't got nuthin