[Notorious B.I.G.]
  Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz
  My Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)
  Dangerous MC's..
  
  Uhh (check it out) uhh
  Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
  Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green
  Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
  Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
  Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
  And the winner is..
  
  [Busta Rhymes]
  Y'all niggaz know the rules
  I blast on niggaz so --
  
  [Notorious B.I.G.]
  -- my fist never bruise
  Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
  Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
  Look forward to me like commissary
  All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
  Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
  or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
  Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
  Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
  Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
  By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga
  but your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin
  IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
  Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
  at least six inches, above project fences
  Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches
  When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
  Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)
  Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw
  Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)
  Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)
  Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
  
  Chorus: Busta Rhymes
  
  C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
  Bitch grab your tits c'mon
  Let me know you in the spot
  Bump your fists, c'mon
  Thugs tote yo' shit
  we bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
  Let's blow the club, c'mon
  Fuck the place up, c'mon
  Shake yo' nasty ass
  and make it swing all around, c'mon
  Yo, make this money
  throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
  Bounce in your whips, c'mon
  Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
  Dangerous MC's
  My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
  Dangerous MC's
  My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
  
  [Mark Curry]
  Uh-huh, make money hand over fist
  The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist
  Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
  Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle
  The process of elimination, fresh rotation
  come and go and they death be starvation
  In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary
  Snooze and you lose is the theory
  The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief
  Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief
  Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand
  Everything you can imagine is real man
  and revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold
  Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes
  You know the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon
  Niggaz grab your dicks, c'mon
  Bitches rub your tits, c'mon
  
  Chorus (minus last two lines)
  
  [Snoop Dogg]
  Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg
  Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
  Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the law
  You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off
  Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em
  with that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit
  We dips to this, make chips to this
  and buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)
  I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin dick (say what?)
  Who you think she fuckin with? (what?) Look here
  My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
  Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW
  .. How you like me now? (what what, what?)
  You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle
  100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner
  all up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin
  
  Chorus (minus last two lines)
  
  [Busta Rhymes]
  So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you
  If I worked in a resteraunt
  I'd shit in the food and feed it to you
  Most of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
  Even all of them Haitian niggaz
  won't believe this voodoo
  Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois
  and kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer
  I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
  And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-ca
  The way we doin damage tell me how the FUCK you manage
  with my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
  Them niggaz'll throw you in a manhole
  and push they hand in yo' ass
  and pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!
  Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga
  You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga
  This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors
  Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS
  
  Chorus (minus last two lines)
  
  Chorus (fades out)