Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
 We talk shit  cause we are the shit
 Never looked back since we started it
 When ya'll want heat we provide it  ride it
 'Til the wheels fall of  shaking 'em all off
 Six figure niggas with it  over did it  spit it
 In ways that'll cause a rush
 Keeping your face in a state of disgust
 Hating but still trying to be like us

 Verse One: Jay Z

 Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
 Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
 Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
 Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
 I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
 Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
 Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
 You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"
 I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
 Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
 Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
 Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
 Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
 Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
 If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
 Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what

 Verse two: Too $hort

 I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
 Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
 With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
 To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
 I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
 Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
 On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
 Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
 What we do has only been mastered by a few
 I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
 All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
 I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels
 I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell
 Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell
 Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
 And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay

 Chorus: Jermaine Dupri

 We talk shit, cause we are the shit
 Never looked back since we started it
 When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
 Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
 In ways that'll cause a rush
 Keeping your face in a state of disgust
 Hating but still trying to be like us

 Verse Three: Too $hort

 Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
 Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
 She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
 Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her
 To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?
 Im all about large bank deposits
 On and off the mic I always set trends
 Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
 Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
 Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
 The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
 Put this pimp game on her
 I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick
 But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
 Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
 If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me

 Verse Four: Jay-Z

 Hoes, flows, money, cars
 Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
 This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
 And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
 So real when we drop this shit its in trouble
 When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double
 In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons
 Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa'
 When I die, leave my canopy richa'
 I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
 Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
 I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
 Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
 Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
 And go platinum on our most quiet years

 Chorus: Jermaine Dupri

 We talk shit, cause we are the shit
 Never looked back since we started it
 When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
 Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
 In ways that'll cause a rush
 Keeping your face in a state of disgust
 Hating but still trying to be like us

 Chorus repeat 2x