[Fifty talkin' to himself]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
^!$$%s be thinkin' I'm crazy right?

you are crazy..
I ain't crazy...
you are crazy....

atleast I don't think I'm crazy
I think my %#@! is hot, I think I'm hot
you hot but you crazy..

why they wanna?..man..I don't know...

[Verse 1:]

It's the money that - makes %#@! get ugly
It's the money that - makes these hoes love me
It's the money that - makes ^!$$%s wanna slug me

man..I thought the money would make it all lovely
Yo, I actually write what I do or see
the felonies from day to day make me say what I say

when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me,
smile for me
and if you see them ^!$$%s that wet me, wile' for me

remember the good times, the chips we stacked
the clips we packed
and all the bricks we cooked from !@%!e to crack

let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote
was from my heart
so it'll always be number one on my chart

I get sensitive with my %#@!, don't $#&@ with my art
sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
this %#@! is real, it ain't a game.


[Chorus]
They say the good die young, I guess these grimy ^!$$%s live a

long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
on yours while I keep my eyes on mine. [Repeat]


[Verse 2:]
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid

so I get vest up when I get dressed up
in the hood it's messed up, ^!$$%s runnin' 'round shootin' %#@! up
if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup

if you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the $#&@ up
why do ^!$$%s act like they hard when they know they butt?
and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck

duke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you
you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
right now what you need to do is gimme the cash

forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya $$#
be a good Boy now, go and get your stash
I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash

alright run along before I shoot ya $$#
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.


[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3:]

I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast
then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last
man listen, if you really really like this %#@!

^!$$% call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya %#@!
call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
I'm'a be chargin' ya'll ^!$$%s like Forty a pop

to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap
typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street
1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat

^!$$%s'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
you're a generous guy

take 'em off or die
man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies
look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly

why you 'round here with this %#@! anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your $$# goodbye.


[Chorus 2x]