Intro: 2Pac
 Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know)
 Oh shit, 12 o'clock
 Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah)
 Nigga, it's check out time nigga
 Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at
 nigga?)
 Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs
 (Where K and them niggaz at man?)
 Tell the valet, bring the Benz around
 (Ay y'all seen my shoes?)
 Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup?
 (Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fuck that shit)
 Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
 (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga)
 Aw nigga, damn
 Verse One: 2Pac
 Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin
 Just another sunny day in California
 I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers
 Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us
 Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas
 I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us
 Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee
 A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me
 Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did
 I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch
 First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
 Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it
 I never got to check out the scence
 Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans
 Now it seems, it's check out time
 Chorus: 2Pac
 We gotta go (2X)
 Gotta go, gotta go
 Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time
 We gotta go (4X)
 Gotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is)
 Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfucker
 Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker
 Verse Two: Kurupt
 They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid
 My fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a Escapade
 But did it all end too soon
 All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume
 Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
 Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night
 My game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline
 Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds
 I ain't got that much time
 So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind
 Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated
 Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It
 One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out
 cause there's someone else who deserves my atttention
 So all the homies round up in the lobby
 Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga
 It's check out time
 Chorus: Kurupt
 We gotta go (8X)
 Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man?
 This nigga locked up or somethin
 The only one not to leave
 Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother
 You seem them bitches?
 We out man, fuck that shit
 Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup?
 Verse Three: Syke
 Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa
 The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later
 My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby
 If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me
 I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
 Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed
 Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room
 From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom
 I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy'
 We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way
 I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night
 Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight
 Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt
 As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck
 In a heaty, sticky situation
 Get up baby, you ain't on vacation
 It's check out time
 Chorus: Syke
 We gotta go (8X)
 Ay, it's check out time
 Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga?
 Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man?
 Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much
 What the fuck y'all doin nigga?
 Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz
 c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man
 Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man
 We gotta go (8X)
 I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred