[Jay-Z] Uh-huh. [$hort] That's right. [Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh it was all good just a week ago. [$hort] Last week I had everything. [Jay-Z] Uh uh-huh-uh had this all good just a week ago. [$hort] I had the money.. had the cars the bitches. [Jay-Z] Uh-huh yeah it was all good just a week ago. [$hort] and the jewelry... and then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin. [Jay-Z] Uh-huh uh uh yo. [$hort] Beyotch!. Verse One: Jay-Z. Growin up in the hood just my dog and me. We used to hustle in the hood for all to see. Problems I called on him he called on me. We wasn't quite partners I hit him off my P. Met him unlocked doors off my keys. Yeah we spoke much more than cordially. Man he broke bread with me my business spreads with me. The Feds came to get me we both fled quickly. Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me. Got caught and that's when our relationship strayed. Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of change. And when he called collect and I heard his name. I quickly accepted but when I reached the phone. he's talkin reckless I can sense deceit in his tone. I said "Damn dawg what nine weeks and you're home?". He said "Main man you think shit's sweet cause you're home.". I just sat spat no more speech in the phone. The crackers up there bleachin your dome you're reachin. I said "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on.". From there I sensed the beef was on. I ran to the spot store to add some more features to my phone. To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone. Can't be too safe cause niggaz is two-faced. And they show the other side when they catch a new case. It's on. Chorus: Too $hort Jay-Z. It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke. And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks. I don't see how this side of you could be provoked. (Uh-huh uh-huh it was all good just a week ago). Funny what seven days can change. A stand up nigga now you sit down to aim. Used to have a firm grip now you droppin names. Uh-huh uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago). Verse Two: Jay-Z. Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell. We both came in this game blind as hell. I did a little better had more clientele. Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bail. Seventeen and I'm holdin on to around a mill. I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill. Had niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for real. I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill. Like a Brooklyn nigga straight out of Brownsville. Down and dirty down to fight the round thirty. Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack. Lookin up and down the block the fuck is the dough at?. Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack. You tell them feds I said I'm never goin back. I'm from Marcy and Marcy don't raise no rats. You know the consequences of your acts you can't be serious. Chorus. Verse Three: Jay-Z. The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things. All this after a week in the bang. I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame. I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang. Nigga this was the oath to the top of broke. Even pricked our finger anything that got between us. we sposed to cock the ninas what happened to that?. Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor. Fuck it the same thing make you laugh make you cry. That's right the same game that make you mad could make you die. It's a dice game and sometimes you crap. Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?. Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad. and your son gotta grow up like "This is my dad?". The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar. You'll always be in jail nigga just minus the bars. Chorus. [Too $hort]. Shit is crazy man. All these niggaz out here snitchin. We was one step away from takin this crack money. and recyclin it through the ghettoes. and buildin back up our own hoods. Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other. I got partners doin 15-20. Wouldn'ta been doin SHIT. if you didn't snitch. Beyotch!. It's about time y'all check that shit out man. It ain't all good. Shut your mouth. Just watch the game. And don't snitch. It sure will do a lot for you. Believe that baby. Jay-Z Short Dawg's in the house main. You know I got it. Got it goin on. We got the money. Ain't got nuthin to do with crime baby. But I'm recognizing. [Jay-Z]. You rat bastard!.