Yo whassup everybody this is Mariah Davis  Mad Wednesday's
 we here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!")
 Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay Z
 Jay Z  Dam Deass let me hear that lil' tape of yours  and it's fat
 Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle
 Put that champagne down  and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight

 [Jay Z]
 Yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah
 Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
 Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again
 Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
 Well I'm gone... check this out
 Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
 Doin your best Jay-Z rendition
 Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
 that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
 Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
 I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
 Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances
 Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
 Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances
 No question; Jay-Z got too many answers
 I been around this block, too many times
 Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
 To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together
 Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever
 I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine
 so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
 That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
 Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

 Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
 Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo
 Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya
 Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up
 Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin
 Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons
 If you could catch Jay right, on the late night
 without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right
 I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen
 adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name
 At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket
 feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin"
 You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
 Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy
 Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
 Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

 ("Oooooooooooh!")

 Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)
 Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
 (no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb
 But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know
 you've been havin a lot of problems with the law