[Jay-Z]
  Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies
  In something foreign, soarin', 145
  The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly
  I want it all, no lie
  Picture me pourin' poppin' something imported
  Pedal flooring, clutch poppin', boppin' to Lauryn
  Now picture me falling
    [Puffy]
  Never seen, never heard, never happened, never occurred
  Now picture me flying 10,000 feet above the sea
  Popping bubbly, you'd love to be me
  Now picture the servants in the cabin with the sweetest massage
  Picture having ice and only wanna speak to God
  Picture your dreams being shattered and your cream being lavished
  At the same time, tell me what you think matters
  Picture all the money that I've gotten off tours
  Now picture me plotting for more, picture this nigga
    [1] - [Both]
  Do you like it (yeah)
  Wanna do the things that I do
  Tell me do you want it (yeah)
  Wanna know what it's like in my shoes
  Do you need it (yeah)
  Wanna see the things that I see
  Tell me do you want it (yeah)
  Wanna know what it's like to be me
    [Puffy]
  Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for tools
  Straight flipping, losing my cool
  Now picture me gritty, P. Diddy 'bout to run in your house
  The gun's with me, put one in your mouth
  Now picture me dressed in white linen while your life is ending
  Slightly grinning, picture that priceless image
  Picture me broke as fuck on your block about to open up
  Like Okay nigga, what's up
    [Jay-Z]
  Picture me driving a course through your home, bustin' a "U"
  Screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU FUCKING WITH WHO?"
  Picture me not being that hustler dude
  Picture the Benz, a 5, and the drop not new
  Picture the watch ain't platinum, and the rock's not blue
  Picture y'all niggaz not knowing how I do
  Picture me, better yet picture you
  Painting a better picture than the one that I drew
    [Repeat 1]
    [Puffy]
  Where do you go from here when you felt you've done it all
  When what used to get you high don't get you high no more
  When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more
  When you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more
    [Jay-Z]
  Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tape
  How much money can one nigga make in one place
  How much dough could you hold in one safe
  How many hoes can a nigga really chase
    [Puffy]
  Where do you go after the applause
  After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours
  After asking these whores what they after me for
  Is it the money? The fame? The house, take it all
    [Jay-Z]
  The sky's the limit, but I ain't done jumping
  Money is fast, but I ain't done running
  Picture me driving some wack shit
  Picture me folding under pressure, picture that shit
    [Repeat 1 until fade]