[Nas]. Aiyyo whassup Game. This the biggest boss in New York Nas. Whattup my nigga I love what you doin out there man. New York got'chu Queensbridge got'chu. Do the damn thing. We'll probably do some shit that'll scare the shit outta y'all. Nas y'all. [Verse One: M.O.B.]. Money Over Bitches yeah. Watch it when I hop out 38 and a knockout. The studio on lockout like the day they let 'Pac out. Back to drop out store the blockout. Homies say the cops out stash spot got popped out. Grind 'til I clock out tick tock out. Shake shakin them haters off runnin a hot route. Get my Mike Williams on homey do not doubt. #1 in Southern Cal' knowhatI'mtalkinbout?. Suckers up top on shut 'em out of the pros. But runnin the fo'-fo' open them do's. Run and gun how I 'em them shows. When they see he can ball let the cold flow open them hoes. I'm here so go against my arrival is suicidal. Homicidal dynamic certifiedal my mob or die crew. You niggaz been lied to we the best that did it. since Big was wit it and don't forget it (M.O.B.). ("It's the real..") Money Over Bitches the new edition. ("This.. is a DJ Ski exclusive"). ("The real..") Money Over Bitches and we the new edition. ("Hip-Hop.."). [Verse Two: M.O.B.]. Yeah yeah it's the mob nigga ha ha. Ay Tec I get these G-Unit niggaz trippin. Talkin shit 'bout niggaz like they can't come up missin. Ay look I'm here so you don't get the story twisted. When I catch him slippin I'ma gun him down homey pay attention. You niggaz fin' to pay a visit with readmission. What'chu know about cemetaries and morticians?. Know dat can't run or escape like lo-jacks. With bullets that I aim cock spit and throw back. I'm Mr. Lemonhead on your block in a gold 'llac. Escaped from Death Row so stop askin where Suge at. You niggaz need your minerals vitamins three chemicals. Lyrically invincible spittin repeated principles. I'm killin you I ain't feelin you meanin a war. Cause when we mob through the door e'rybody on the floor. It's the mob {*echoes*}