Chorus x2(JD):    To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly   An' all my niggas wit the corner lock gettin' high   An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I,   Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right.   JD:   First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch    An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about   I'm from the South    Ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas   Live lavish From ATL to Dallas   An' the little palace Goin' once, goin' twice    Everyday, livin' nice In the grey wit the ice    Makin' money rollin' dice    Livin' the life   That ya'll dream of    Puttin' niggas outta business like Sony did to Zenith    You seen us? The green stuff   An nuttin' else that's all I collect   I got the hots like the Lox: Money, Power and Respect   An' I can damn the check that any of ya'll niggas spit    I stay hittin'   I ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin')   Nigga Wit more glitter Than M.J.   It's all pimp play    When it comes to me    An' ya'll muthafuckas know how JD gets down    An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town   Feel me now    Chorus x2    Mad Rapper:    Yo, let me tell you where I'm at ya'll    Shits kinda sad ya'll    If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya'll    Who think he stallin?   I still ain't ballin'   An' I got wild bills    An' the Chronic keeps callin'   My dogs wanna hang(bark)   My bitches wanna bang   But it don't mean a thang   When all you got is change    That's why my women ain't dimes   Not even close to nines   Sorta like fives and sixes    Wit scars and stiches    Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar   Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars    Which one of ya'll come on, test me now    Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now    So next time you see me up in them clubs I'm probably schemin'   While you at the bar    Brick hard and fiendin'    I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'   Cause I paid to get in An' now I gotta Break even   Chorus x2    DMX: Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels   You be gets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool   Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in   An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, buddy , it's the same shit    What you thought Cause you bought a joint    You might be able to creep a nigga    When he ain't on point    An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'    An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin   An' I don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes   Gimme the love of my thugs    Hoodrats and hoes    An' I'm good    Cause muthafucka I'm stain' in the hood    An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood    You wishin' that you could    Keep it as real as me   An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me    When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman    Muthafuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch    Chorus x4