[Fifty talkin' to himself]
  Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
  niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
  you are crazy..
  I ain't crazy...
  you are crazy....
  atleast I don't think I'm crazy
  I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot
  you hot but you crazy..
  why they wanna?..man..I don't know...
    [Verse 1:]
  It's the money that - makes shit get ugly
  It's the money that - makes these hoes love me
  It's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me
  man..I thought the money would make it all lovely
  Yo, I actually write what I do or see
  the felonies from day to day make me say what I say
  when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me,
  smile for me
  and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me
  remember the good times, the chips we stacked
  the clips we packed
  and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
  let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote
  was from my heart
  so it'll always be number one on my chart
  I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
  sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
  this shit is real, it ain't a game.
    [Chorus]
  They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a
  long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
  on yours while I keep my eyes on mine. [Repeat]
    [Verse 2:]
  First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
  I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid
  so I get vest up when I get dressed up
  in the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
  if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup
  if you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the fuck up
  why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
  and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
  duke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you
  you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
  right now what you need to do is gimme the cash
  forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass
  be a good Boy now, go and get your stash
  I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
  alright run along before I shoot ya ass
  I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.
    [Chorus 2X]
    [Verse 3:]
  I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast
  then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last
  man listen, if you really really like this shit
  nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit
  call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
  I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop
  to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap
  typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street
  1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat
  niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
  gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
  you're a generous guy
  take 'em off or die
  man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies
  look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly
  why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
  see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.
    [Chorus 2x]