In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling   Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling   Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas   I walk to the house in Paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers      And Iron Chef just season the salmon   It's coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad   I'm on the couch hitting the chalice   Checking my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus      I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch   Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock on the dot   Very impatient, I'm getting nervous can't stop pacing   My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service      Damn, all this over a gallon of milk   Something happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled   Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house   Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse      Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for hours   Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower   Nope, all that is there is towels and soap   Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat      Found a phone book with mad names, looked down   Bow, there go Keeba tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker   And bluntly adressed her, "Where's my girl?"   Yeah, she ain't out here   Last time I seen her, Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga      Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo, nah, we took a shot of Henn'   Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz   Or even shot a car, I'm getting me some Advil   Show these motherfuckers, how Keeba love to drive stick      I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked   Under the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast   I yelled to the Chef, yo, "Watch for Kayla   Check the pool and the bowling alley   If anything, just hit my cellular"      Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging   Few feet from the guest house is where I parked   Hope she's okay is what I say in my heart   But something don't feel right, so is what I'm saying to God      As I got closer something ain't kosher   I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house   I don't think I'm suppose to is this the end of the Starks regime?   Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo is pounding my queen      Yo, I'ma kill ya, hold on cuz   Baby, let me explain, you overreacting, that's not what it was   Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up   Eyes all red, what did y'all just blaze up?      Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress   Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards   What ya'll excuse now, yo cuz, she said she live with her pop   Her dude mad strict that's why we up in the spot   And yo this little trick of yours bought me a ten G watch      He reached down for his drawers, thats' when I let off a shot   Back the fuck up, snatched his covers   Had 'em looking like the black Adam and Eve, some sinful lovers   Chill, Tone, put the gun down, how you know my name, son?   Hold on, let me explain, yo y'all two is done      Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked   'Cuz real talk, is looking like you tryna let off that glock   Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right?   The FiOS nigga and you fucking my wife      Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we both got caught   And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like it's all my fault   Baby, no, mind your business   Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do what he do   He touch me and he finished      What nigga, hold that, eat it   Oh shit, what the fuck, you forgot your drawers   And your little tools, nigga   You FiOS mustache wearing muthafucka      Fuck you, nigga, I got you nigga   I'mma see you nigga, fucker, fuck   That's why you dive out the window   On some Jim Kelly, shit, nigga, fuck that