Intro: Too $hort
 Man  what?s up with these niggaz out here
 Mad at us cause we on top
 I love to see niggaz gettin money
 Better get it while the gettin is good
 Get it while you can  man
 And stop hatin me  fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you
 Get yours  get yours baby

 Verse One: Dr. Dre

 I?m seeing millions  niggaz dont understand
 know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
 to blow up, will he style like this
 everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
 stay in the mix like Alezay
 V.I.P., my shit parked valet
 on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
 some try to assault Dre, its still cavi
 Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
 I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin
 I fought and made the world listen
 Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
 turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
 I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
 rap master with the Houston heat holder
 these playas best to get they shit in check
 cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck

 Chorus: Ice Cube

 Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)
 Burn em at a thousand degrees
 And lord please let me make mo cheese
 Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No)
 [repeat 2X]

 Verse Two: Scarface

 Buck the whole world
 meant that, gotta stay strapped
 cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats
 Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin
 When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine
 reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face
 with the nonsense, cause I?m always heated and you can taste this
 Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
 with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
 I down ya, so let your people know what they face
 with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
 Kaboom! and everybody dies outside
 there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try
 Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step?
 Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death
 Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
 December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

 Chorus

 (I?ve got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)

 Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface

 Smokin weed I never trail, I lead
 spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
 but these are the things real playas do
 talkin shit is real things that the hatas do
 I?m namin you
 shit?s thick, its time to run for shelter
 I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter

 Dear diary, I?m runnin outta pages
 Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes
 The dazes, Revelations in the last stages
 Red skys institute, the silent horns playin
 Im prayin with tears in my eyes
 Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin
 But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover
 the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over)

 Chorus