Intro: (Singing) Whoooh Paradise. you better think twice 'cause you're not living the life. Jay-Z: Jay-Z Roc-A-Fella y'all it don't stop. Verse One:. We about to change this game here. Check my pockets there's nothing but game there. I remain without fear. Keep the lanes clear and the cats that's all about threats remain here. On top of this Metropolis. My name is like a square. Dropped off every tier. Now y'all can swear to Jay. Heard it the other day. Through the mystery we get it swiftly. We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive. Need cats to live with the heat goes on. Everyday is a hustle the beat goes on. Funny thing happen in the midst of chasing money and foes. And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old. Niggaz stay low like six bowls of shit and gold. And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes. And I hope they shine. Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes. Can't knock the hustle. Chorus #1: (Singing). I'm taking out this time. To give you a piece of my mind. Who do you think you are. Baby one day you'll be a star. Verse Two. Check this. In a mans world need a girl to tough something. Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something. If you skating through the night to the light then trust something. When I get home. Then it's on. Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs. Love the way you behave and beg. Moan turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team. Then they can hear you from Hollis Queens. Life with me consists of a lot of things. Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things. But you know how to scream friends talking dizziness. Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business. You know they can't love it trips to LA with no luggage. Came back with six bags struggling. In first class if my ass should crash champagne spilled on me. Bank still off on me. Chorus #2: (Singing). But until the last day I'm the one who's crazy. 'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle). I don't want no romance I just want the chance. Can't knock the hustle for real. Verse Three. Ever since you retired working alongside those live wires. Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars. I guess I'm biased what I talk about I live. These rap dudes can flip but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips. WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS. Seems brainless on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss. Cats that go all out for their gold plaques. Starting out with four jacks ended up with Gold Ac's. Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped. On the weight of me through you screw you. Gun blew you I didn't want to choose you. Run through you like UH EXCUSE YOU!. But that's my cash I understand you hustle. That's my cash you don't understand. Let my dough flash you can show it love. Like a rap star in front of the club. But don't knock the hustle. Chorus 1 & 2 to fade