Misery Needs Company

Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty

Three's for all the

M-3's racin' across the

TapenzeMatchin'

C'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

StrokesI'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, we only pawns in this game

Decision, grow cocaine

I don't want no cure for this

You switch,

I pour the

CrisAnd just, stay rich, and reminisce

While I count my chips

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

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, yeah

This illegal life

I can't avoid,

I take the feds everywhere

I goThat'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

CadillacI bet you hate it 'cuz 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 JoeCoke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough

Booked the nine o'clock, flight to

AlandoSo-called killers turned snitches like

RivonoThat nigga

Gauno up in

M-C, is bein' friendly

Every time

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

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

Yo, yo Jose

Luis, smoke lah like the reverend

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"'

Cuz 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 young blood

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

Yo, yo 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

Ha ha, mad rappers

Stain off, range off, watch out

Polic-iano's,

Pabolos amigos

Fat Joe, Fat

Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah