Intro: KRS One
 Music please
 Yes  welcome to Jealous One's Envy
 We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
 It is a Relativity Records product  artist Fat Joe
 My name is KRS One
 And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
 Cause we can never be toys
 Verse One: KRS One  Fat Joe
 Yes I am the ultimate  uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it
 It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with
 You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
 Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono
 Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
 You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though
 I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black
 Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
 Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
 Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
 Which borough, is the thorough
 I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though
 The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors
 Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
 with a slab of this lyrical dope shit
 Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
 Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
 Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
 Will I fail? I doubt it
 I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it
 True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me
 In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!"
 Youse a has been, actually you ain't been
 I be touring, while you be home taping
 So what punk, you could battle in a second
 Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record
 You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses?
 If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis
 Chorus:
 "If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru
 "Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown" - Kool G Rap
 "If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru
 "Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - Kool G Rap
 Verse Two: Fat Joe
 As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it fucked up
 We be the kings of the Boogie Down
 All we do is spark izm and get cash
 Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
 It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
 Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
 Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down
 Now how the fuck you sound? (Yeahhh)
 Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
 c'mon G you clowns ain't got a fucking thing on me
 I'm flashy like white linen (tell em)
 Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth
 inning
 I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
 I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
 It's My Philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
 Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
 These motherfuckers don't want it
 (Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!)
 Chorus
 Verse Three: KRS-One
 Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
 My style is too curvy, what you tellin me
 But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm your
 boss
 With KRS-One up in your memory
 I know your kind, you rap write
 You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
 Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
 Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Leather
 The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
 Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together
 Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
 When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
 Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
 Fore I slap you way Back in the Dayz like Ahmad
 Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up
 My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em)
 Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One
 For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East