[Intro: Mase]
    Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
  You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason
  You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich
  You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch
  Then you got niggaz that just don't like me
  You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz
  But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
  see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit
  But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
  But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
  we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
  Black Rob
  If you wanna dance, we dance
    [Verse One: Mase]
    Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
  Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
  Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
  Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that
  Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
  Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
  Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
  Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
  I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
  Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
  Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
  Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
  No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit
  Got plans to get my Land and my 6
  Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit
  Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
    [Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.
  spoken words by Puff]
    Been around the world and I I I
  And we been playa hated [say what?]
  I don't know and I don't know why
  Why they want us faded [ahehe]
  I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
  Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
  Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
  Bay-bee bay-BEE!
    [Verse Two: Puff Daddy]
    I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
  Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
  I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
  Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
  Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
  Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
  Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
  Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
  What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
  How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
  Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way
  it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
  It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
  Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
  And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
  Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase]
    Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
  I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
  Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
  Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
    Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
  In the brand new treasure on a old try
  Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
  Eat the mami's chocha and drive her loca
  We never ride far, packed five in a car
  Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
  And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids
  all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'
    It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
  Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
  Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
  Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe
    [Chorus w/ slight modifications]
  [line 1, Puff:] C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
  [line 2, Puff:] We been playa hated!
  [line 3, Puff:] Why?
  [line 4, Puff:] Why they want us hated!
  [line 5, Puff:] Why they hate us?
  [line 6, Puff:] Is it our ladies?
  [line 7, Puff:] Say what?
  [line 8, Puff:] Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
    [Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings]
  You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself
  Why's there so much jealousy in the world?
  Don't look at mine, get yours
  [music fades]
    [Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:]
    OK after these messages we'll be back with
  the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
  (applause)
  OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
  We'll get you through this
  Take a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
    And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)
  I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
  I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
  and he's still pretty mad
  But, this time he brought someone else with him
  and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
  Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
    Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
  Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
  Tell them niggaz why you mad son!
  (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
  Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
  I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
  I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
  I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit
  Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
  (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
  That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
  We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
  He ain't no real producer neither
  And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
  My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
  Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad!
  (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
  That's the shit that got me mad!
  That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
  (It's a family oriented show)
  YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit that feds me up
  (Gentlemen, please)
  Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
  (Disregard the foul language)
  I'm watchin this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
  They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
  like that youknowhatI'msayin?
  This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit
  YouknowhatI'msayin?
  I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga video
  (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
  the car goin two hundred miles an hour
  WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
  (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
  The nigga climbin out the fuckin car!
  [One more time]
  Let me see you try that shit on a train!
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train
  What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
  Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
  Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...