[Diamond D] Ninety-three it`s time man
(All out yo, because youknowhatI`msayin..)
[Fat Joe]
A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)
Fat Joe (HOE) -- it`s time to get the dough!
Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)
Fat Joe (HOE) -- it`s time to get the dough!
Boom bip, BAM, here I am
Even fans in Japan, be tellin me I`m the man
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker
So niggaz back up, yo I`ma set it
Fuckin with me, you won`t live to regret it
I don`t fake moves, I break peeps
I`m takin niggaz gold chains, they cash and the Jeeps
See I don`t give a fuck about a niggaz rep
We can go glock for glock or tec for tec, sheeeeyit
I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch
I cut the niggaz head off, and sent it to his fuckin bitch
I ain`t lettin a nigga take the stand
Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man
See suckers can`t hang with the slang
And if they bring the whole gang
well then they`ll all catch a bang-bang
I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie Down
Niggaz don`t ever come and front in my part of town
See everybody knows my pedigree
There ain`t another motherfuckers that`s better than me
I could make em pump, I could make em jump
But I`m mostly known for givin other niggaz lumps
So niggaz better chill and maintain
I`m blowin motherfuckers out the frame
And if a nigga try to flex
Fuck around, and catch a motherfuckin suplex
I wet a motherfucker like a shower
Don`t test the Puerto Rican power
Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three
Peace to Grand Pu`, and my man Diamond D
So _Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down_
Yeah, but for now watch the sound
Watch de sound when I tim-berr (4X)
[Grand Puba]
Check it
Yo Fat Joe, it`s time to fuckin flow
Niggaz know the game
It`s time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame
Guess who comes to represent?
If you motherfuckers don`t know, well here`s a hint
It`s the God and I still bag chicks
Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks
So come on cause I`m comin for the basket
Say goodbye to your friends, and start headin for the casket
So Doogie make the daquiris; and light the chocolate
that you got from Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory
Let`s squeeze a trigger for the nigga
See I flipped to the `lo, cause I`m through with the Hilfiger
Cause I flips the flavor-loo
It`s good for a fuck or two, you couldn`t see this
no matter what the fuck you do
I smash that ass like a block of hash
Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass
Watch de sound when I tim-berr (4X)
[Diamond D]
Niggaz know the flav, I don`t have to take a step
I earn my respect then quiet as kept
Yeah, guard your grill if you try to catch wreck
Smack the back of your neck, and take your YouthCore check
I make more dough than Gregory Peck
Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check
I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer
Living in the light, just like Karen Wheeler
So back up, and take a good look, because you should look
at what a good cook, can do without a fuckin cookbook
I don`t sniff coke, and I don`t smoke coolies
Even Italians say I`m one cool moolie
But niggaz call me JoJo
I`m quick to stick a chick, cause I kick the Willie BoBo
on the Northside, on the Southside, on the Westside
You can`t budge me nigga, even the best tried
to pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one?
(What?) He got his motherfuckin ass done
(Yeah!) So step up, front, I`m not a bitch-ass chump
Chicks by the clicks, cause my pockets got the mumps
See I`m the wrong nigga to fuck with
Don`t try to play yourself, cause you`ll be stuck with
a motherfuckin ice pick right through the cheek
I`m leavin crab niggaz, layin in the street
I won`t `fess, walk around with a vest
Knockin niggaz off, cause I could care less
You want a fair one, FORGET IT
