[talking] Uhh uhh uhh. You ready B? Let's go get 'em..
[Verse 1: Jay-Z] Look for me! Young, B Cruisin down the westside - high, way Doing what we like to do - our, way Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's trippy how hard She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City" She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over She's right back to being my soldier Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller Put us together, how they gon' stop both us? What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B
[Chorus] [Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. [Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. [Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. [Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Verse 2: Jay-Z] The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin It won't be that; oh no it won't be that I don't be at, places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is But girlfriend, work with the kid I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin Bag Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens 600 drops, Mercedes Benz The only time you wear Burberry to swim And I don't have to worry, only worry is him She do anything necessary for him And I do anything necessary for her so don't let the necessary occur, yep!
[Beyonce] (Talk to 'em B) If I was your girlfriend I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you Even if that sombody's me Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be And so I put this on my life Nobody or nothing will ever come between us And I promise I'll give my life my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend Put this on my life The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in I promise I'll give my life my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
[Beanie Sigel] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy What's the problem shorty?
[Shorty] Yeah whattup man I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me
[Beanie Sigel] Alright; hold on - Hova, line one
[Jay-Z] Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it You find a dude in town, you send him a short message Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around but I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown I get that butter all night cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike They keep buyin hard white And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price FYI, I never been robbed in my life" Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and let her introduce you 'round town like her man Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent then -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-up Or -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them Still there Brooklyn?
[Shorty] Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one
[Jay-Z] Make out a check for eight hundred dollars Jigga Man, holla [click, dial tone]
[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy [Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog [Beans] Whattup? [Chris] I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit [Beans] Yeah [Chris] Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills [Beans] Yeah I feel that [Chris] I know you well connected dog Let me holla at somebody real [Beans] Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on Bleek, line two
[Memphis Bleek] Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangs Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change The strong move quiet, the weak start riots We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tired With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish and other niggaz who gettin it - DEAD IT Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse He resists, box him in, til he can't be moved Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic 900-Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out [click, dial tone]
[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog What seem to be the problem young boy? [MDKHN] Yo whattup, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga (??) I got two freaks [Beans] Yo watch your fuckin mouth man [MDKHN] Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga? Been on hold for about two hours nigga [Beans] I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line; shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on [click, classical type music plays] [MDKHN] I know this nigga ain't just put.. put me on hold man This bullshit-ass elevator music [Beans] Free, pick up line five
[Free] First things first, watch what you say out your mouth when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!) Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!) You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats? I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yo until you up stay away from them dice and whores Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure And if it's tight, then he might come back for more Nine and four, everyday back and forth Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler Pass the number til you're stackin balls Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more I take cash or write the check out to F-R two E's, that'll be two G's And forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga [click, dial tone]
[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog [MDKHN] Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened [Beans] Yeah you stupid motherfucker [MDKHN:] Watch your mouth man you talkin all reckless on the phone [Beans] Fuck you think this the, Get-Indicted-Hotline or somethin motherfucker? [MDKHN] Yo, my bad man, my bad I know I was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickens You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen [Beans] What? [MDKHN] Just tell me how to move this shit man I'm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla [Beans] Get a job, holla at Perdue! [click, dial tone]
[Verse 1:] Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill Go numb until I can't feel, or might pop this pill Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929 still Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby, I park things Yellow cars, yellow gold like Slick Rick Still tip on four-four's (Who?) Four-four's at the 4-0, (Wait), for O Dollars fall on the skin, some might call it sin Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them? Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out Y'all niggas so hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about 100 dolla, 100 dolla bill real, uh
[Interlude] [Movie audio]
[Verse 2:] New heroines, new Marilyns Move coke through Maryland Through Easton, oh you beastin' Move fat packs, Jack Gleason The honeymoon's over with the streets, yeah Least see my kids on the weekend Carter, new Kennedy No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me No prohibition for my coalition Colin Powell, general admission You're all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen Let's get it on, new Marvin Who wanna become my 100th problem? Semi-automatic or revolver, semi-automatic I'll solve em Einstein, my mind, this MC move white squares with my relatives That cheese made us constipated couldn't tell us shit Took that, Taylor Swift to a hundred fucking million, bitch I'm a let ya'll continue but... haha...
[Interlude] [Movie audio]
[Outro:] I need a 100 bricks on them 100 blocks I got a 100 drops, took 100 cops, uh 100 blocks, I need a 100 bricks on them 100 blocks, uh Decade of decadence, ill reveverence, ill reverence Decade of decadence, ill reveverence, ill reverence Uh, young, uh I need a 100 bricks on them 100 blocks I got a 100, I got a 100 drops Need a 100, got a 100 Got a 100, 100, uh 100 dollar bill, real
Uhh, yeah, uh-uhh-uh Uh-huh, uh-uh-uhh, uhh, uhh I ain't tryin to be RUDE DUDE but give a nigga some space I ain't tryin to be rude dude Just, give a nigga some space Just tryin to talk honey dog I ain't got time to waste (check it)
[Jay-Z sings] Why is you over here lookin at me while all these girls up in here?
[Jay-Z] What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like indian hair Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here I mean if you a fan I consider you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit god damn All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin a blank You got me feelin like a fish, in a fish tank Just think, if you came to a club Tryin to find a little hon for some one-night love 'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way! And kill the ice grill homes Cause I keep enough heat to melt THAT away I came in some sweats, I came to get met Tryin to find a chick that make it hard for me to "next!" We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es .. may I suggest that it's a lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses .. go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn .. go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one
[Chorus] Quick question - yo, why you over here? So many hoes in here My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there It's so many hoes in here I ain't tryin to be rude dude, whyon'tcha dissapear? There's so many hoes in here I understand you got issues but I really don't care There's so many hoes in here
[Jay-Z] Yea yea yea I know you rap and your sister spit too You been callin the office and you can't get through I understand all that, but now ain't the time I came to the club to get that off my mind And all you thugs with your war stories startin to bore me I ain't tryin to hear about your guts and glory I'm tryin to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore And you keep talkin over the beat like Clue ("Do you remember?") .. go find somethin to do You're a janitor, go find somethin to screw Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh The chick came dressed up just to get messed up She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up Shit I'm tryin to help her out Whyon'tcha help me out and be out?
[Jay-Z] Jeah, jeah, jeah
[Timbaland: repeat 3X] You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh
You're invadin my space C'mon dawg, be easy, ahh
[Timbaland] Uh-uh, I don't know why they do that Heh, I don't understand Heh, what you need to do, is..
[Timbaland: repeat 3X] Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
C'mon dawg, stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here Be easy
[Jay-Z] No more reason I gotta prove to be da illest MC Somthing's wrong wit ya motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot Comparin' you to me is a lesson in futility stop I paint pictures beautifully but niggaz is near sighted Don't worry about plagerist it'll take em years to bite it Which the greatest fears I don't write it It just appears outta nowhere like the information contain by the physic Like it or not I pay dues and expect to be paid back Why da fuck should I freestyle I'm gettin paid to rap I sling a track laid back almost till it's a sin Tell ya god somebody's doin a good job impersonatin' him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover What tha fuck is y'all doin in da third lane get over Slow ya rode up I got it sewed up like a tella Relatively easy like jerry hella Cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli Belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell y'all Y'all know da style burn da town Down and change the locale I'm doin da same shit except its legit
[Chorus: x2] Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made dat shit
[Gotti] Pimp Gotti get da dues in them double down Like them kids with tips who tops down Bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da bill block rockin' mic's Before they get a mill I sold pills all night The illest outta life got my mind on fate Cause even on tour nigga still ain't safe I keep a tre eight on my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex I be da X like malcom puff for now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns You keep it real where you from Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back Its like livin wit yo homey that be on crack And fact my niggaz know my styles phat like hoes in da El Dorado My mind toatin fuck em duck em Any thing but da main gun I don't trust em
[Boo] Move wit da nigga huh from man chilla Burge shit word shit I slpurge big scrilla Observe when you work spit bird shit killah Not to be purterb with...herb shit deala Can make me feel y'all foreal ya tock ticking Bust a rapper bust a cap hustler stop flinching You fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit Soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit (stoooooop) Broke niggaz resort the glass looking Opposite the track ass whooping Opposite the black class hooker the fat ass fooker Triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker The past ain't never the last to teach lessons My peeps fucking up in the streets keep guessing Brew don't becomming a preach I be blessing Lotta kids commmin out da wrong way like sea sections Know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts Fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more But niggaz say I floss to much but when I take it off and such they say I lost my touch Those bitches like the money I wear What its funny how they stare Dumb bunnies with they cunnin' little glare Shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin She hit me with a felion a young pair kitten My boy hit that shit now every body smitten Even holdin snow balls and I ain't talkin bout mittens what I talkin bout mittens foreal
[people clapping] Yo whassup everybody this is Mariah Davis, Mad Wednesday's we here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!") Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dam Deass let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight
[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Well I'm gone... check this out Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what?
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin" You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?
Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight) Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six (no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know you've been havin a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute Ace, turn that music down I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly ("Hey shut the fuck up!") Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records...
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O International ... uugh ... show ya young boys how to do this thing
the maturation of Jay-Z Z check me out
30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot still better broad better au-to-mo-bile bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill then by the songs end I probably start another trend I know everything you wan do I did all that by the age of 21 by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe I guess you can say that my legend just begun I'm, young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it I got that six-duce with curtains so you can't see me and I didn't even have to put tints on it I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot I got the right stock I ... got ... stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops I know you like fuck, this is child abuse call D.Y.F.S.*, I might just be gettin' nicer them young boys ain't ready for real 30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot still
[Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to play the block like that (like that) I use to carry knots like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cause I'm all grown up
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire still these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh) false alarms (uugh) next don? (naah) heen got- (on) to the next one (Young) I'm still here (yeah) still here, like Mike gotta stop playin' with these children (yeah) I'm a bully with the bucks don't let the patten leather shoes fool you young'n, I got the fully in the tux that was my past now I'm so grown up I don't got one gun on me, got a slum army to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry and I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly listen to R&B when we get the call he's no longer wit' us fire your babysitters you lil' fucks fall back for real 30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still
[Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that) pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cause I'm all grown up
Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day yall young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's straight I like South Beach but I'm in San Tropez yall drink Dom but not Rose' (hey) your chick shop in the mall my chick burnin' down Bergdorf's comin' back with Birken Bags your chick is like what type of purse is that? I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch you from the era where snitchin' is the shit I'm afraid of the future (why?) yall respect the one who got shot I respect the shooter yall go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls you young boys gotta chill 30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still
[Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now I'm all grown up yeah we use to ball like that (like that) Now we own the ball team, halla back (holla back) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cause I'm all grown up
* [D.Y.F.S. = Division of Youth and Family Services - New Jersey child abuse reporting authority]
[Jay-Z:] Can I kick it? Yes you can Can I kick it? Yes you can Can I kick it? Yes you can
(I'm kina lovin that)
Can I kick it? Yes you can Can I kick it? Yes you can Can I kick it? Yes you can
Rocafella forever Hov for life Debuts a classical first album four mics Shoulda gotta five but niggas lack full sight But I don't giva fuck I aint do it for the hype I do it for the hustlas for the ghetto for the polites For the struggle for those who bubble white Who fly four by four roofless cars flawless ice For the pain for yall to know what its like For every time it rains 40 days and 40 nights For every promise made that never saw the light I get my own forty acres give me four nights Four o's a glock forty for the jackets and I'm right All the four four was suffice A fourteen year old will look out for the vice You can sit back and just wait for the flight Boy will take off like I've been strippin all my life That's the type of metaphor so right That let niggas know I was real before the mic Four front rows had the fur at the fight No pita on my pita left some room for the divas And the sweet will meet up if you out for the night On the rampage champaign pours on the floor For all those who aint make it here and loss a life Wouldn't forget yall for any price Not for no hoes not for no ice Not for no fame nor for bright lights So I'ma end this here real mean but right Fourty Four Fours motha fucka I'm NICE
[Jay-Z] Yeah, Renegades is back Em the B the sick It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin' And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin' People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin' Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming" Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin' Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for him Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawerence 'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up You what? Where was you before I blew this up? I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us
[Chorus: Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin' And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free [Freeway] 6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin' And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin' And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free [Freeway] 6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin' And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Freeway] 6 miles and running in the Pontiac Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance Hear them smokers screamin' "One more gram" So I'ma bring 'em one Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son My son growin' and he learnin' a lot That's when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own Well a nigga, tell 'em niggas That's like the biblical scripture Look back, turn assault like the sin is in Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq" Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga The heat back, like you never left I ever rep, cops watch every step Six miles and running dodgin' every trap The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up You precious breath, State P the second attack
[Jay-Z] Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money Revenge is sweet honey, we run this Young is the illsest, Free is the future Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga