Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop

Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp

Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World ^!$$% double up

We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
^!$$% didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem ^!$$% with the Goldie sound

Can't no Ph.D. ^!$$%z hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie

True pimp ^!$$%z spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over this last line*


I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see
(repeat 2X)


Verse Two: Puff Daddy

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y

know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks

Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now's
when all the ballin stops, ^!$$% never
home gotta call me on the yacht

Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool

bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play

Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women

but treat dimes fair, and I'm
bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah


I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see
(repeat 2X)


Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh, uhhh

B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant

Tap my cell, and the phone in the ba!@&(t
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that

cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me

Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much

Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?

Throw your Rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please

Lyrically, ^!$$%z see, B.I.G.
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here's my phone number

Your man ain't got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your $$# blizzack


I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X)
What's goin on?

What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X to fade)