fat joe
misery needs company
[Featuring Noreaga]   intro: [police sirens]   [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]   [Fat Joe]   Yo  yo  one's for the cash  two's for my facilty   three's for all the M 3's   Racin across the Tapenze   ?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln   drivin like I ain't thinkin   Wit my hats and lights blinkin  let the lah sink in   On the way to home BASE    first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place   We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new   Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you   That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go   Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know   We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke   My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes   I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right   Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?   And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame)   we only pawns in this game(game)   Decision: grow cocaine   I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris   And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips   Chorus   [Noreaga]   Yo you scared to death, misery need company   Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers   Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal   Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain   Throw the Range off, police-iano   Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now   The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us   And you wonder why you can't find us   [Fat Joe]   I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares   Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked   For what seemed like a million years, yea   This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go   That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact   I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack   Joey Crack, the mack without the hat   And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac   I bet you hate it 'cause we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost   T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss   Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe   Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough   Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando   So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono   That nigga Gauno up in M-see, is bein friendly   Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me   My heart is empty, never feelin remorse   I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss   Chorus   [Noreaga]   Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand   Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven   Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too   mad fly too, a thug too   Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos   Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's   Batting stance, a majorly we glance,   and gotta yell "What, What!"   'cause thug niggas don't dance yo   I told niggas, that you did it for show,   but niggas thought you was ill yo   Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so   Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough   Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's   My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros   You know how that goes, DE's light it up though   We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,   me and Fat Joe still provoking it   Chorus   (ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out   polic-iano's, pabolos   amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)