(feat. Kurupt, Syke)    [Intro: 2Pac]    Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know)  Oh shit, 12 o'clock  Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah)  Nigga, it's check out time nigga  Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga?)  Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs  (Where K and them niggaz at man?)  Tell the valet, bring the Benz around  (Ay y'all seen my shoes?)  Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup?  (Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fuck that shit)  Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool  (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga)  Aw nigga, damn    [Verse One: 2Pac]    Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin  Just another sunny day in California  I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers  Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us  Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas  I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us  Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee  A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me  Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did  I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch  First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it  Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it  I never got to check out the scence  Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans  Now it seems, it's check out time    [Chorus: 2Pac]    We gotta go [2X]  Gotta go, gotta go  Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time  We gotta go [4X]  Gotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is)  Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfucker  Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker    [Verse Two: Kurupt]    They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid  My fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a Escapade  But did it all end too soon  All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume  Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke  Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night  My game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline  Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds   I ain't got that much time  So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind  Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated  Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It  One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out   cause there's someone else who deserves my atttention  So all the homies round up in the lobby  Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga  It's check out time    [Chorus: Kurupt]    We gotta go [8X]  Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man?  This nigga locked up or somethin  The only one not to leave  Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother  You seem them bitches?  We out man, fuck that shit  Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup?    [Verse Three: Syke]    Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa  The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later  My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby  If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me  I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed  Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed  Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room   From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom  I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy'  We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way  I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night  Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight  Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt  As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck  In a heaty, sticky situation  Get up baby, you ain't on vacation  It's check out time    [Chorus: Syke]    We gotta go [8X]  Ay, it's check out time  Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga?  Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man?  Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much  What the fuck y'all doin nigga?  Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz  c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man  Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man  We gotta go [8X]  I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred