Intro: Mase

Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI`msayin?
You got ni**az that don`t like me for whatever reason
You got ni**az that don`t wanna see me rich
You got ni**az that`s mad, cause I`m always with they bitch
Then you got ni**az that just don`t like me
You know, the, those P.H.D. ni**az
But you know I pop a lot of s**t but I back it up though
see it`s a difference, a lot of ni**az pop s**t
But a lot of ni**az don`t make hits
But it`s like this whole Bad Boy s**t
we come to bring it to y`all ni**az, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance

Verse One: Mase

Now trick what? Lace who? That ain`t what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that`d love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Ni**az talk s**t, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot s**t, and make a ni**a say, `Rewind that`
Ni**az know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do`
I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, `OK, my tint smoke gray`
No way, ni**a leave without handin me my s**t
Got plans to get my Land and my 6
Ni**az outta pen`ll understand this s**t
Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken words by Puff

Been around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say what?]
I don`t know and I don`t know why
Why they want us faded [ahehe]
I don`t know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
Bay-bee bay-BEE!

Verse Two: Puff Daddy

I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
Now I`m in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that`s right)
I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
Now I`m swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well ni**a, send em in (c`mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that`s a Benz)
Mercedes, c`mere baby, you don`t like the way
it`s hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It`s ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don`t kiss right there girlfriend I`m ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G`s
Ni**a please, I`m the macaroni with the cheese

Chorus

Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase

Now Puff rule the world, even though I`m young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places ni**az wouldn`t dare put they faces (c`mon)

Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami`s chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I`m about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I`m a star, little kids
all on the corner scream, `That`s my car!`

It was days couldn`t be fly, now I`m in a T.I.
Come in clubs with B.I., now a ni**a V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ slight modifications
line 1, Puff: C`mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself
Why`s there so much jealousy in the world?
Don`t look at mine, get yours
(music fades)

Radio Show from B.I.G.`s album continued:

OK after these messages we`ll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
*applause*
OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We`ll get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, that`ll do it

And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I`m Trevor Jones and I`m sitting in
I`ve been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and he`s still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he`s even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI`msayin) why are you so mad?

Yo, Iiiiiii, I`ma I`ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them ni**az why you mad son!
Tell them ni**az why you mad son!
(OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI`msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI`msayin?
I don`t, I don`t, I don`t, I don`t
I don`t be recognizin all that new jack s**t
Yo we don`t play, we don`t play that s**t youknowhatI`msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That ni**a be on some bulls**t, youknowhatI`msayin?
We ain`t, we don`t do that s**t, word, yeah
He ain`t no real producer neither
And then come to find out youknowhatI`msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the ni**a tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that`s the s**t that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
That`s the s**t that got me mad!
That`s the s**t, youknowhatI`msayin?
(It`s a family oriented show)
YouknowhatI`msayin? That`s the s**t that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up, youknowhatI`msayin?
(Disregard the foul language)
I`m watchin this ni**a video youknowhatI`msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and s**t
like that youknowhatI`msayin?
This ni**a dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and s**t
YouknowhatI`msayin?
I`m I`m I`m watchin this ni**a video
(I`m gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE F**K IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
The ni**a climbin out the f**kin car!
(One more time)
Let me see you try that s**t on a train!
YouknowhatI`msayin? Try that s**t on a f**kin train
What kind of s**t, youknowhatI`msayin?
Got a thousand ni**az write for him, let ME write for you
Son my s**t is jumpin, I got John Blaze s**t...