[Verse 1]   I once knew a nigga whose real name was William   his primary concern, was making a million   being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen   he used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams   a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen   nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend   she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober   her sons heart simultaneously grew colder   he started hanging out selling bags in the projects   checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects   he was fascinated by material objects   but he understood money never bought respect   he built a reputation cause he could hustle and steal   but got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal   so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real   you see me and niggas like this have never been equal   I dont project my insecurities on other people   he fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles   so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil   a feeble minded young man with infinite potential   the product of a ghetto bred capitalistic mental   coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed   dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed   but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed      [Hook]   Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences   you propably only did a month for minor offences   ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance   but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance   dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block   but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock   devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top   there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot      [Verse 2]   So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do   to get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew   starting fights over little shit, up on the block   stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock   working overtime for making money for the crack spot   hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine   fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain   tired of the block niggaz treating him the same   he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs   but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love   they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs   any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs   any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood   even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club   but only a real thug can stab someone till they die   standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes   Billy realized that these men were well guarded   and they wanted to test him, before business started   suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted   so now he had a choice between going back to his life   or making money with made men, up in the cife   his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree   a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be   and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three      [Hook]      [Verse 3]   They drove around the projects slow while it was raining   smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment   until they saw a woman on the street walking alone   three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home   and so they quietly got out the car and followed her   walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her   they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor   "this is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw..."   so Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair   and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there   she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs   they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground   screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around   the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed   so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw   the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing   they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving   blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently   and then they all proceeded to rape her violently   Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn   ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned   her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned   when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised   one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new .22   they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through   and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew   he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead   and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head      (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)   I'm falling and I can't turn back   I'm falling and I can't turn back      [Verse 4]   Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life   he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice    and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers   cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover   but what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter   'cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother   she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her   she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her   his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate   his corruption had succesfully changed his fate   and he remembered how his mom used to come home late   working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth   he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth   and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared   but only the devil responded, cause God wasn't there   and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold   and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul   they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it   after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it   and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true   'cause I was there when Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too   and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go   in fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows   and every street cipher listening to little thugs flow   he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know   the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked   white, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted   you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted   and you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top   there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot   so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never   because a dance with the devil might last you forever