The Blueprint

Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh-uh

Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh

Woo, woo, woo, woo

I, am, back, niggas

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, uh-oh, uh-oh, woo

Ladies and gentlemen, H, to the Izzo

I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase

I surely appreciate it, woo

What you about to witness is my thoughts

Just my thoughts man, right or wrong

Just what I was feeling at the time, uh

You ever felt like this, you vibe with me

Walk with a nigga man, just vibe with me

Yo, gather 'round hustlers that's if you still livin'

And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm

Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison

A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high

I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people

Mouthpiece for hustlers, I'm back motherfuckers

Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns

Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on?

I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm

Charges don't stick to dude he's Teflon

I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred

I'm not guilty, now gimmie back my bread

Mr. District Attorney, I'm not sure if they told you

I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to?

Plus, Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight

Hov' a soldier, Hov' been fightin' all his life so

What could you do to me? It's not new to me

Sue me, fuck you, what's a couple dollars to me?

But you will respect me, simple as that

Or I got no problem goin' back

I'm representin' for the seat where Rosa Parks sat

Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped

So off we go, let the trumpets blow

And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro

The ruler's back

Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh

I, am, back, niggas (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Turn the motherfuckin' music up

The ruler's back

I, am, back, niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well in these times, well at least to me

There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z

I'll help you out, here's what you do

You gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a VER' big shoe

And you got a couple of beans and you don't have a clue?

Your situation is bleek, I'ma keep it real 'cause

Fuckin' with me, you gotta drop a mill'?

'Cause if you gonna cop somethin' you gotta cop for real

Don't only talk it, walk like it from the Bricks to the booth

I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic

You can't date skee-os and wife it (Uh-uh)

And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices

So what your life is? We gon' roll

'Til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires

Off we go, let the trumpets blow

And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro

The ruler's back

Uh, uh

I, am, back, niggas

Feels good! Ha

Pah, holla at me!

The ruler's back

Yeah, woo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now bounce, c'mon, bounce

Uh, woo, woo

Bounce, c'mon, bounce

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah

Bounce, c'mon, bounce

Uh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen

Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean?

Know what I mean?

Come on! Woo!

R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit

Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit

B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga

God MC, me, Jay-Hova

Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war, R.O.C. too strong for y'all

It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest

You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win?

This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage biatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny

Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy

Niggas'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady

We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama

Uh, we kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer

Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it

So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit

(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews

You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight

You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya

Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor

Well, we don't believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes

Nobody can read you dudes like we do

Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you

Trust me on this one, I'll detach you

Mind from spirit, body from soul

They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole

No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked

I sold what your whole album sold in my first week

You guys don't want it with Hov'

Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit

B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit

(Watch out! We run New York)

I know you missin' all the (fame!)

But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame

Nigga, you a (lame!)

You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads

Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash

Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage

Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all

To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song

But I know the sun don't shine, then son don't shine

That's why you're (lame!) Career come to a end

There's only so long fake thugs can pretend

Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad

You scribbled in your notepad and created your life

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor

(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser

So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and

I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing

Use your brain! You said you been in this ten

I've been in it five, smarten up Nas

Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide

That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due

One was nah, the other was "Illmatic"

That's a one hot album every ten year average

And that's so (lame!) Nigga switch up your flow

Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?

(Get the fuck outta here!) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)

With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit

(Watch out! We run New York)

A wise man told me don't argue with fools

Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who

So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown

Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne

Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you

I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you

Please, not Jay, he's, not for play

I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks

I will end it, all that yappin' be finished

You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep

Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you

Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels

Twinkletoes you breakin' my heart

You can't fuck with me go play somewhere, I'm busy

And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga

You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggaz

Ladies and gentlemen let's put our hands together for the astonishing

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world

The flow of the century, oh it's timeless. HOV'!

Thanks for comin out tonight

You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me

I appreciate that, uh

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

Was hurtin 'em in the home of the Terrapins; got it dirt cheap for them

Plus if they was short with cheese I would work with them

Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them

Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthin 'em

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy

Can't leave rap alone the game needs me

Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy

Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in

But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty, he who does not feel me

Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist

So poof - vamoose, son of a bitch!

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up!

Holla at me...

I do this for my culture

To let 'em know what a nigga look like, when a nigga in a roaster

Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures

Industry shady it need to be taken over

Label owners hate me I'm raisin the status quo up

I'm overchargin niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush

Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us

We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up!

Yeah...

Hov' is back, life stories told through rap

Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack

Like I told you sell drugs; no, Hov' did that

So hopefully you won't have to go through that

I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats

Smokers out back, sellin they mama's sofa

Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave

Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk

Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed?

Cracks in my palm, watchin the long arm of the law

So you know I seen it all before

I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight

To try and to fail, the two things I hate

Succeed in this rap game, the two things that's great

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

What else can I say about dude, I gets bu-sy

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up!

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Je t'adore, Je t'adore, Jay-Z

Course I love you, I love all y'all

Hehehe, hehehe, for real

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour, yeah

I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam

So she call me cabron, plus marricon

Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home

I'm like, "Un momento, mami, slow up your tempo"

I got this Black chick, she don't know how to act

Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap

She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap

You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"

I got this French chick that love to French kiss

She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist

Ma cherie amour, tu es belle

Merci, you're fine as fuck, but you givin' me hell

I got this Indian squaw, the day that I met her

Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather?

She said, "All you need to know is I'm not a ho

And to get with me, you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough"

Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and Black

That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm gettin' fat

Arroz con pollo, french fries and crêpes

An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate

(I love) Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls all over the globe

I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeroes

Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, c'mon

I got this young chick, she so immature

She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"

Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor

Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla

Got a project chick that plays her part

And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart

Baby girl so thorough, she been with me from the start

Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts

I got this model chick that don't cook or clean

But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean

Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene

Goddamn, she's fine, but she parties all the time

I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick

She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick

She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love

So I had to introduce her to the mile high club

Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model

That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae-bo

That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef

But I never have a problem with my first class seat

(I love) Girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls all over the globe

I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeroes

Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house

A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out (What you doin', daddy?)

Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru

She got a cousin at customs that get shit through

Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin' shit

Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets, heh

Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick

'Cause she kept bootleggin' my shit, man

I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull

She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"

I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass

You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half"

I got this ho that after twelve million sold

Mami's a narcolyptic, always sleepin' on Hov

Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow

I got so many girls across the globe

(I love) Girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls all over the globe

I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeroes

Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls

Turn my music high, high, high, higher

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

Sure I do

I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and

Bullets'll follow 'em and

There's so much coke that you could run the slalom

And cops comb the shit top to bottom

They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home

Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome

The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes

But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown

All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone

Welcome to Hell, where you are welcome to sell

But when them shells come, you better return 'em

All scars, we earn 'em

All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand

We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of vans

Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan

This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it

Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous

For playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless

I am Hov

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

Sure I do

I tell you the difference between me and them

They tryin' to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's

One million, two million, three million, four

In just five years, forty million more

You are now lookin' at the forty million boy

I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man

R-O-C

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong

Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs

Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewindin' me back

Could make 40 off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that

And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin'

Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind

That's another difference that's between me and them, hah

I smarten up, open the market up

One million, two million, three million, four

In eighteen months, eighty million more

Now add that number up with the one I said before

You are now lookin' at one smart black boy

Mama ain't raised no fool

Put me anywhere on God's green

Earth, I'll triple my worth, motherfucker

I will not lose

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

Put somethin' on it

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell

I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a whale

I was born to get cake, move on and switch states

Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates

Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face

Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay

I— hahahaha

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

Will not lose, ever

Fucker

I never change, this is Jay every day

(I never change)

I never change, this is Jay every day

(I never change)

I never change, this is Jay

I am a, Roc representer

Hov', summer to winter, Hov', dead or alive

Twenty four seven, three sixty five

One CD or three hundred and sixty pies

Whasup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj

Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours

We run streets like drunks run street lights

We collidin' with life as we speak

We knee deep in coke, we ki deep in ice

We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke

We all fish, better teach your folk

Give him money to eat, then next week he's broke

'Cause when you sleep, he's reachin' for your throat

Word on the skreet, you reap what you sow

Not out of fear but love, love for the game

Roc family first, we never change mayn

(Never, never, never, never change)

I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays

(I never change)

Out hustlin', same clothes for days

(I never change)

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

Who you know like Hov'?

(Never, never, never, never change)

I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays

(I never change)

Out hustlin', same clothes for days

(I never change)

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects

I'll never mention your name, I promise respect

Death before dishonor, correct what?

Yup that's what you promised me, since the [incomprehensible] lee

Along with, if we stay strong

We can get paper longer than Pittman's arms

Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam

I'm like a dog I never speak, but I understand

Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war?

Where your bars at? Whoa, gotta pause that

Lost ninety-two bricks had to fall back

Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back

Had A-1 credit, got more crack

From the first to the fifth, gave it all back

If, I'm not a hustler what you call that?

This is before rap, this is all fact

I never change

(Never, never, never, never change)

I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays

(I never change)

Out hustlin', same clothes for days

(I never change)

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

Who you know like Hov'?

(Never, never, never, never change)

I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays

(I never change)

Out hustlin', same clothes for days

(I never change)

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

What, the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly

Well fuck y'all, I needed money for Atari

Was so young my big sis' still playin' with Barbie

Young brother, big city, eight million stories

Old heads taught me, yung'un, walk softly

Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me

Keep coke in coffee, keep money smellin' mothy

Change is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees

That's how it is now that's how it always be

I never change, this is always me

From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom

Drink army from one cup pass it around the room

That's the ritual Big Ran, I ain't forget you fool

And all that bullshit you tryin' to get through

This is crew love, move music or move drugs

Rival crews get your black suits up I never change

(Never, never, never, never change)

I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays

(I never change)

Out hustlin', same clothes for days

(I never change)

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

Who you know like Hov'?

(Never, never, never, never change)

I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays

(I never change)

Out hustlin', same clothes for days

(I never change)

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

This is Jay, every day

Who you know like Hov', what nigga?

Jay what? Jay

Picture all the possibilities

Picture all the possibilities

Sounds like a love song

Sounds like a love song

Most incredible, baby

(Ooh) uh

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) mm, mm, mm, mm

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) yeah, yeah

Uh

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food

Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move

We was together on the block since free lunch

We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather

So now we travel first-class to change the forecast

Never in bunches, just me and you

I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end

It's been months since I checked back in

We're somewhere in a small town

Somewhere lockin' a mall down

Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now

Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it

Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with

But deep inside, a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta let the song cry

Can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch"

Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit

Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip"

Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip

You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6

We was so happy poor, but when we got rich

That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit

Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it

It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick

I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me

Then I showed up in that dubbed-out buggy

And then they got fuzzy, and they don't remember that

And I don't remember you

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes

But I gotta make the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone

Word back home is that you had a special friend

So what was oh so special then?

You have given away without gettin' at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?

How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?

I know the way a nigga livin' was wack

But you don't get a nigga back like that

Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that

You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that

You don't throw away what we had just like that

I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you can't turn a bad girl good

But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever

I'll mourn forever

Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta let the song cry

I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes

But I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

It's fucked up, girl

It's the Roc, woo

Nike Airs is right (check)

My bucket is low (check)

My Rocawear is fittin' incredible (fuck it)

I guess I got my swagger back

Mama, they said I killed a man

Well, I guess I got the dagger back

It's the Roc, bastards, we are back

In the heezy

Jigga Man, B. Sige to M-Easy (what up, fam?)

Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla)

Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey

All I need is the love of my crew

The whole industry can hate me, I thugged my way through

And all I need is a chick that hold a jammy

Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi, uh

Now understands we can't be stopped

From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops

Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty

A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)

Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me

Better watch and observe me and learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar

I set fire to your empire

I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires

Yes I-ah, Jay I-ah

Double G-A, live wire, nigga, holla back

All I need

Rocawear (check)

Nike Airs (check)

Mean bucket (uh-huh)

Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need

That new coupe (got that)

A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those)

A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way, come on (now)

All I need in this world of sin

Is me and my girlfriend, haha

I got a little two-two, I call her Peggy Sue

When I'm off in the club, she fit right in my shoe (woo)

Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh-huh)

A clown wan' flip, gotta reach for my bitch

Y'all wanna act out a movie, I could give you a clip (buah)

But no adlibbin', nigga, stick to the script

Now all I need is a high-priced lawyer

'Cause it's foul ways nowadays, everybody saw you

And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew

Can't even steal on a nigga, motherfuckers will sue

In this time and age, what's real motherfuckers to do?

When I'm surrounded by squeal motherfuckers like you?

But real niggas don't fret, 'cause the number one crew

R to the O to the C comin' true

All I need

Rocawear (check)

Nike Airs (check)

Mean bucket (uh-huh)

Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need

That new coupe (got that)

A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those)

A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way, listen

The cream too long, my team too strong

Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone

Y'all niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see y'all)

Your whole block deserted, y'all fiends are gone (bye-bye)

The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith

Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willie Beamen (haha)

Any given Sunday, gunplay's optional

However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you want it?)

Whoever got hops get blocked, go to the hole

Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit

Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick

Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six

Now run along with your little-ass hits

Read my rap sheet, nigga, three classics

Shut your bumba', I got A-Rod numbers

All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk

When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed

In the hospital, lookin' at M-A-S-H for months

Then I dumps dough on the D-A desk

And I flee scot-free and pee-pee on the steps

We's got no respect

No law or governin', why you fuckin' with him?

Matter fact, why you fuckin' with them?

All y'all need is the R-O-C, baby

All I need

Rocawear (check)

Nike Airs (right)

Mean bucket (check)

Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (uh)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need

That new coupe (got that)

A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those)

A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way, listen

All I need

Roc-A-Fella Records (yeah)

Freeway (yeah)

Oschino and Sparks

Chris and Neef

All I need

Mickey and Mallory

Broad Street Bully

M-Extra Money, hah

Young

H to the izzo (all I need)

Clue

Rell

Uh-huh

yeah, yeah

All I need

(Verse 1: JAY-Z)

Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling)

Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?

See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined

The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin'

What I do through and through and

I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view

The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture

Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters

And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters

From botched robberies, niggas crouched over

Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over

Knocked down by some clown

When child support knocked, "No, he's not around"

Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down

I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round

Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it?

I help them see they way through it, not you

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt

(Verse 2: Eminem)

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen

I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute

'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it

But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?

Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics

Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits?

But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish

But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America

As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment?

Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror

And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed

And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents

You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha)

And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?

I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga

And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a

(Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z)

Renegade, never been afraid to say

What's on my mind at any given time of day

'Cause I'm a renegade

Never been afraid to talk about anything

(Anything?), anything (Anything)

Renegade, never been afraid to say

What's on my mind at any given time of day

'Cause I'm a renegade

Never been afraid to holler about anything

(Anything?), anything (Anything)

(Verse 3: JAY-Z)

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent

Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench

What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver

Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope

Do not step to me

I'm awkward, I box lefty

An orphan, my pops left me

And often my mama wasn't home

Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown

'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings

My demeanor thirty years my senior

My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up

Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky

Big, I did it, multi before I die

No lie, just know I chose my own fate

I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

(Verse 4: Eminem)

See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare

Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here

To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as

A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist

But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste

We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is

Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?

Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today

See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie"

While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me

Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics

In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer

I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful

The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you

What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter

Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin'

(Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z)

Renegade, never been afraid to say

What's on my mind at any given time of day

'Cause I'm a renegade

Never been afraid to talk about anything

(Anything?), anything (Anything)

Renegade, never been afraid to say

What's on my mind at any given time of day

'Cause I'm a renegade

Never been afraid to holler about anything

(Anything?), anything (Anything)

Renegade, never been afraid to say

What's on my mind at any given time of day

'Cause I'm a renegade

Never been afraid to talk about anything

(Anything?), anything (Anything)

Renegade, never been afraid to say

What's on my mind at any given time of day

'Cause I'm a renegade

Never been afraid to holler about anything

(Anything?), anything (Anything)

So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home

You understand? Once you memorize a sentence

It's like an exercise

Y'all niggas can't be serious right now

I'm the all time heavy weight champion of flowers

I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now:

Best flow, most consistent, realest stories

Most charisma, I set the most trends

And my interviews are hotter

Holla

I jog in the graveyard

Spar in the same ring

That was housed by the building

Where Malcolm X was slain

I spring train in the winter

Round early December

Run suicide drills over and over

With the weight of the world on my shoulder

That's why they call me "Hova"

I'm far from being God

But I work goddamn hard

I wake up the birds so when the nerds asleep

I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end

I am "focused man"

And I'm not afraid of death

And I'm going all out

I circle the vultures in a van and

I run the block (run)

Pull up in a drop (pull up)

Push up on my money (push up)

I'm in great shape dunny

I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets

Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch

I pump and rock sweats

All white trainers

The ghetto's Billy Blanks

I show you niggas what pain is

Maintain your stamina

Hov will damage ya

Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs

The fifth

A dead lift if

Niggas don't want to get shot then y'all niggas better squat

I drop your set for rep

No need to hit the showers

The spit from the fifth leave you wet

Lyrical exercise

Y'all niggas ain't tired right?

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

One

Two

Three

Four, Breathe Easy

Suckers

Get your weight up

Not your hate up

Jigga man is diesel

When I lift the eight up

Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy

Your flow is brain on drugs

Mines is rap on steroids

I lift every voice when I sing

My ability

Make yours look like an exercise in futility

Bring your squad

Biceps, Triceps, and Quads

We don't struggle with undeveloped muscles

Y'all ain't real

That's y'all Achilles Heel

Same routine when you see me you know the drill

I spot ya

I lift the weight of the watch off your arm

Remain nice and calm

Put down your things

Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring

No matter how many pounds you bring

It sounds like the same old thing

R-O-C is the strongest team

Fuckers

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

One

Two

Three

Four, Breathe Easy

I'm not a one girl's guy... (real talk for ya, peep game)

Ain't they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie (we don't lie man)

And the girls respect me for it (you gotta respect that)

Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open (I may never say never)

But right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from

(Too many ladies, ha)

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore

Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

Holla at ya when I come off tour

Whoo! Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, heh

Who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin

Got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question

I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression

To put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge

She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college

Knowin she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring

In and out I'm movin through her student body union and

She, call me professor, say daddy come and test her

So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester

I'm like, at this rate ma you never graduate

She said, I ain't no fool I'll make it up in summer school

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore

Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

Holla at ya when I come off tour

Now let the people sing

I'm tryin girls out, (just tryin girls out) just tryin girls out

Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

Holla at ya when I come off tour

Huh, who you lovin, who you wanna be fuckin

Who said what, why you trippin girl, why's you fussin?

Got this model slash actress slash part time waitress

Spend a whole day she hangin round with part time haters

All they do is dish dirt and put a up on my latest

Itinerary, but since I tend to vary, see

I tend to carry, more rumors than ten Mariah Careys

Tend to hurries in ten places at once

Plus she can't front just peep how I run mines

Ma, our time together is our time together, and uh

Our time apart is our time apart

So love Jay with your mind girl and not your heart

And some day I slow down, but for now I get around

Like the late Makaveli or Perelli twenty inches

Or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace

You tell 'em chicks if they must know my buisness

I'm lookin for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle

Big ghetto booty, scarf over her doobie

Chanel under the Louis, Gucci over her booty

Vicky cover her titties, attitude of the city

Pretty, witty, girly, worldly

One who likes to party but come home early

Light kinda dark, short sorta tall

Slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all

She can cook the coke and got hook up on the license

But she can get you first class seats for coach prices

Isn't this great, my flight leaves at eight

Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds

I'm not a one girl's guy, and they know it

When it comes to love, I don't lie, and the girls respect me for it

Ain't gonna say my nose? can't be over

But right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from

I'm tryin girls out, waiting patiently

Just tryin girls out, until I find the one for me