Yo whattup Pakman   (Aiyyo whattup Bis, I'm waitin for the Rip Off man)   Yo I just wanna know one thing (What's that?)   You ready to get that dough (No doubt)   AIGHT!!      [Chorus: Canibus + Pakman]   We be the rippers that'll bring if you act shady   After we fry you, we puff a blunt and then it's gravy   And you can keep her 'cause we don't care about ya lady   Iiiii've gotta get that dough! AIGHT!!      [Canibus]   Aiyyo it's only a handlefull of rap critics   That every had a close-encounter with this rap wizard   You wack rappers can't rip it   In other words your lyrics are to primitive   You need to be more descriptive   Look at the way I flipped it, a True Hollywood Story   I manipulated this miserable music business   Then I caked off two, by going independent   How much you make an album? About ten cents   I make about ten cents, every sentence   It's my third album and I'm workin on my tempence   I don't brag; I'm keep it modest   I'm ain't hot; I'm the hottest   I'm not being pompus, I went through a process   I used to be a prophit, now I make profits   You sound like garbage, one of these days you gon' end up jobless   Pushin a shoppin cart with the same Cristal bottles   you was drinkin out of when shit was poppin   I seen a episode on VH1 Documents   They talked about your drug addiction and what was behind it   The bottom line is, how much you sold   No one gives a fuck if you blow, you gotta get that dough   I'm tired of niggaz talkin about it, but I can't live without it   I'm stuck if I ain't got it, so what's the logic?   Should I talk about material objects, and get on some   "How you like me now bitch," wearing a shiny outfit?   (Nah Bis, don't do that come on) Yeah, I know, I know   But no matter what I do I'ma get that dough, fo' sho'!      [Chorus] 2x      [Pakman]   When I get at you niggaz, ain't nuttin personal I gotta   Everything you spit, I'm predictin it's double copper   You the type of nigga to force a nigga to rock ya   Always got ya'self up in the middle of the drama   Frontin for nothin 'cause ya niggaz told me you pussy   Need to get smarter and try to holler at the rookies   Fuck with Canibus & Pak and get that ass a coffin   FUCK what you thinkin faggot, we rippin niggaz open   Now is a new day and we be focused on the paper   Still'll get in you but the feeling for dough is greater   Piling with hate and you need to holler at the maker   If you don't do it now, then you gotta face it later   Don't even think about tryna dim a nigga shinin   You gon' fuck around and get slapped up with the iron   Everything we do is connected with gettin paper   And you ain't talk about it, so nigga I'll see you later      [Chorus] 2x      [Canibus]   If ya know where ya comin from, ya know where ya goin   I wouldn't doubt myself, not even for a moment   I'm proud of my music 'cause it's dope and I wrote it   True Hollywood Stories opens in October   Directed by none other than Canibus for a coper   It's no stoppin me, my commodity is growin   I'll fly anywhere on this planet to promote it   Maybe I should come out with my own line of clothing   I printed up some Canibus shirts and I sold 'em   I jump on stage, and I prove I'm a showman   Can-I-Bus is a microphone omen   I slam it when I'm done to make sure that it's broken   The industry's sick, man I'm already knowin   Never had the luxury to choose, I was chosen   Where I come from, opportunity is golden   Platinum I already sold it, NO SHIT!!      [Chorus] 2x