[Intro: Q-Tip]
Hey s**a n***a, whoever you are
Hey s**a n***a, whoever you are
Hey s**a n***a, hey s**a n***a
Whoever you are, whoever you are
[Verse 1: Common]
f** waiting under my skin, the situation is scraping
Somewhat like the girl X-rating
It's hard to be patient with no VCR or PlayStation
Knowing your Rockports, somebody may be lacing
Make me wanna leave the city when I can't take a vacation
Without somebody breaking in my demonstration
For some South side information, I search the n***a-net
It's certain things about this I ain't figure yet
Dirt, the guy who stayed with me and had a set of keys
Because his job had been stopped smoking weed
Thursdays his off days, he usually watch his seed
For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need
The stripper broad, my TV and couch she couldn't carry it
Unless some n***a helped and that's who she'll get buried with
She was vegetarian, she wouldn't have cooked chicken
I confronted her with it, to her story she was sticking
The plot thickens, as we drove in search of this hype
Who I ain't know by name, but I knew by bike
Chances of him breaking in, chilling and eating
Are about as slim as he is, though I knew where he lived
In this house with three kids, one I was cool with
As we rolled, I told the guy turn on the music
Just as I thought I closed in on one suspect
The n***a who did it popped the tape in the deck
[Dialogue from "King of New York" and "Scarface"]
-Just tell me why. Don't lie to me, man, just tell me why!
-It's the money, alright?
-Just tell me why!
-It's the f**ing money, alright??
(Fight noises)
[Outro: Q-Tip]
It ain't sweet when you do that sh**
(Repeat x7)