[jail interlude]      [RZA]   Son I just slapped my bitch   Came to my crib 'bout half past six   Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed   I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no food fixed?"   She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick   I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK   She got all excited, tryin to throw fit   Swung at me then I swung back - BITCH!      [Method Man]   What you in fo'? It happened in the club   with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love   Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was   Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does   in the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club   And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub   It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me   shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby   Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove   What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden Gloves   I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug   I'ma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz   I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz   Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug   What you in fo'?      [jail interlude]      [Streetlife]   I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty   The Old Earth was like, "Street put the glock down"   I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds   and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now?   Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown   Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down   Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us   (What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust   (What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice   I might bang you twice and take double the life   What you in fo'?      [Raekwon the Chef]   Jail status - get up   Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right?   Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live   Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggaz in here big   So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in   glocks we call 'em oxes   Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit   Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes   Slide brokers where phones get hid   Fuck with Russians and Latins   The most powerful marble black slipper style   Goin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get thrown   Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops   Notarized wigs, lay six months   That's alright dog, make it home Lord   Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls   Bang monster anger   Bop through the halls with bangers   Live God like the Abbot of all chambers..      [jail interlude]