Intro: Mase

Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?

You got ^!$$%z that don't like me for whatever reason
You got ^!$$%z that don't wanna see me rich
You got ^!$$%z that's mad, cause I'm always with they (*##$

Then you got ^!$$%z that just don't like me
You know, the, those P.H.D. ^!$$%z
But you know I pop a lot of %#@! but I back it up though

see it's a difference, a lot of ^!$$%z pop %#@!
But a lot of ^!$$%z don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy %#@!

we come to bring it to y'all ^!$$%z, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance


Verse One: Mase


Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back

^!$$%z talk %#@!, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot %#@!, and make a ^!$$% say, 'Rewind that'

^!$$%z know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the (*##$, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with gems

Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'

No way, ^!$$% leave without handin me my %#@!
Got plans to get my Land and my 6
^!$$%z outta pen'll understand this %#@!

Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.

spoken words by Puff

Been around the world and I I I

And we been playa hated [say what?]
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded [ahehe]

I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh]

Bay-bee bay-BEE!

Verse Two: Puff Daddy


I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)

I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men

Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well ^!$$%, send em in (c'mon)

What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way

it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)

And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
^!$$% please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese


Chorus

Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase


Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)

Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places ^!$$%z wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)


Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car

Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids
all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'

It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.

Come in clubs with B.I., now a ^!$$% V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ slight modifications

line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they hate us?

line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself

Why's there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get yours
(music fades)

Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:

OK after these messages we'll be back with

the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
*applause*
OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it

And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)

I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and he's still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?


Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them ^!$$%z why you mad son!
Tell them ^!$$%z why you mad son!
(OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?

I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin all that new jack %#@!
Yo we don't play, we don't play that %#@! youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That ^!$$% be on some bull%#@!, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that %#@!, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer neither

And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the ^!$$% tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the %#@! that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
That's the %#@! that got me mad!
That's the %#@!, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the %#@! that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the foul language)
I'm watchin this ^!$$% video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and %#@!
like that youknowhatI'msayin?
This ^!$$% dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and %#@!
YouknowhatI'msayin?
I'm I'm I'm watchin this ^!$$% video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE !#@* IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
The ^!$$% climbin out the $#&@in car!
(One more time)
Let me see you try that %#@! on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that %#@! on a $#&@in train
What kind of %#@!, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand ^!$$%z write for him, let ME write for you
Son my %#@! is jumpin, I got John Blaze %#@!...