[Tim] It don't stop
 [Nas] Can't stop
 [Tim] Say what?
 [Nas] Play your parts
 [Tim] Uh huh  it don't stop
 [Nas] Nas Esco'
 [Tim] Say what? Huh  uh huh
 [Tim] Uh huh  it don't stop
 [Tim] Uh  uh huh  uh  uh  uh
 [Tim] It don't stop  what?
 [Nas] Yea yea  Brave hearts
 [Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it

 Verse One: Nas

 I  splash y'all dudes with gats I use
 Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve
 Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change
 I want the dough, fuck the fame
 Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me
 About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that
 And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers
 and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'
 Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers
 With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim
 Liver, personification of drama
 Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
 Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it
 I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up
 Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's
 Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles

 Chorus: Nas

 Please, to my niggaz
 To my bitches, to my gangsters
 To my riders, to my niggaz
 To my bitches, to my niggaz
 To my riders, to my gangsters
 To my bitches, to my niggaz
 And fly assholes, to my niggaz
 To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'

 [Mad Skillz]
 Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats
 Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back
 If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack
 If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back
 Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is
 born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em
 You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws
 That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls
 Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows
 I only do shows for burn victims
 So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
 And then they gonna blame me for fuckin up rap
 Who's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on
 When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
 From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own
 It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone

 Chorus

 [Timbaland]
 Yo commmmmme see
 The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
 Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say
 "Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?"
 Jeallllllousy
 I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats
 I'm a eight digit niiggy
 Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see
 What?

 Chorus