*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*
 Nigga, what's hap'nin?
 Who we got in here?
 Nigga, ain't this the last album.
 Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,
 Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.

 *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*

 Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
 T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
 Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
 T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
 hear ya.

 Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

 Well it's the one of the mill nigga
 the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest
 fill niggaz up wit bullets
 kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit
 an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter
 or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
 when it's the wig split
 come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
 cuz ya fuckin either two
 of yo baby ma'mas
 got em on camera
 doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
 bootsy hole
 fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis
 niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an
 automatic
 so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
 then a see-saw
 sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
 who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala
 balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
 might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T
 ya dig?

 Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*

 Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same
 one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game
 now I know bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"
 but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner
 my 7-duce, produce, cuz the zues was pissed off
 I'm still gettin zips off
 niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off
 until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
 now what you wanna do?
 it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues
 that's what they cost in the store, yeah
 an you can reach, but you can not touch
 ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?
 if you scared go to church, I know it hurts
 to find out, she works for me
 brought me that Jeep
 that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut
 that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck,
 cuz we.

 *(Chorus)*

 Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
 T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
 Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
 T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let
 me hear ya.

 Verse 3 *(Dru Down

 I'm steadily stackin up on the green
 ballas will use the triple beam
 shot calla use they words
 hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served
 now observe the definition of the pimp-mode
 I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though
 doe is what I love, so what's up?
 nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough
 nigga I had it rough
 an nigga it ain't no bluff
 an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin
 yeah okay
 I turned straight into a hustla
 crap on bustas
 skrilla fo reala from them suckas
 I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door
 ready to bubble
 I turned into a balla, shot calla
 two for twamp
 with in a year I'm back on the spot
 zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked
 bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy
 four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me
 an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high
 do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right
 side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's
 I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that
 hoe.

 Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*

 Fa sho. G-A fo checks
 pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block
 wit 4 techs
 niggaz on this, on the move in many
 plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's
 that ain't my thang ruger
 it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang
 my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,
 an issued this game
 my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola
 smack, mack, the greenery an crackola
 homies wanna be down rollin big stacks
 you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack
 so sick wid it
 that's why I shitted on raps fo luck
 I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck
 could never be stuck
 I'm facin a life of brokeness already
 fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game
 blame no nigga fo my down fall
 but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all
 we all.

 *(Chorus)*

 Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
 T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
 Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
 T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.

 *(talking in the background)*

 Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.

 Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa!! Ahaha