[Intro: DJ scratching]
  "Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]
  "Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
  "Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]
  "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - [G. Dep]
  [Repeat]
    [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
  You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
  Either way you go against me, you still gon die
  I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
  You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
  I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
  An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
  The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
  And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
  Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
  I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
  I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
  I got what you need, 19,5 a key
  I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
  And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
  Run up on them all with the same problem solver
  Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
    [Chorus]
  Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
  Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
  Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
  [Repeat]
    [Verse 2 - Nature]
  Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
  I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
  You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
  Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
  Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
  I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
  Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
  Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
  Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
  My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
  Un cured, ain't no vaccine
  Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
  Or in the studio booth, blacking out
  It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
  Comin' back I'm rich kid
  Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
  Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.
    [Chorus - Last line cut off]
    "Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
  "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
  "Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah
    [Verse 3 - Nas]
  What, yo
  I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
  Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
  From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
  We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
  Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
  Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
  When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
  Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
  Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
  Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
  Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
  22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
  Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
  You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
  50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
  You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
    [Intro - Once]
    [Chorus]