Intro: Mase. Yo yo this Mase youknowhati'msayin?. You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason. You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich. You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always with they bitch. Then you got niggaz that just don't like me. You know the those P.H.D. niggaz. But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though. see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit. But a lot of niggaz don't make hits. But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit. we come to bring it to y'all niggaz me B.I. Puff Lox whoever. Black Rob. If you wanna dance we dance. Verse One: Mase. Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do. Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you. Tell you to your face Boo not behind your back. Niggaz talk shit we never mind that. Funny never find that Puff a dime stack. Write hot shit and make a nigga say 'Rewind that'. Niggaz know we go against the Harlem Jigalo. Getcha hoe lick her low make the bitch hit the do'. I represent honies with money fly guys with gems. Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent. Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways. Cop says 'Ok my tint smoke gray'. No way nigga leave without handin me my shit. Got plans to get my Land and my 6. Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit. Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh uhh). Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.. spoken words by Puff. Been around the world and I I I. And we been playa hated [say what?]. I don't know and I don't know why. Why they want us faded [ahehe]. I don't know why they hate us [yeah]. Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]. Or I drive Mercedes [uhh uhh]. Bay-bee bay-Bee!. Verse Two: Puff Daddy. I was in one bedroom dreamin of a million (yeah). Now I'm in beach houses cream to the ceiling (that's right). I was a gentleman livin in tenements. Now I'm swimmin in all the women that be tens (hoo). Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men. Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh). Hoes of all complexions I like cinnamon. Mase you got some hoes well nigga send em in (c'mon). What you waitin for let the freak show begin. How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff that's a Benz). Mercedes c'mere baby you don't like the way. it's hot and hazy never shady you must be crazy. It's ridiculous how you put your lips on this. Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh). And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's. Nigga please I'm the macaroni with the cheese. Chorus. Verse Three: Puff Daddy Mase. Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young. I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah). Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue. Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon). Before I die hope I remake a flow by. In the brand new treasure on a old try. Now when my third dry even when the smoke lie. Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride. We never ride far packed five in a car. Save money for the drinks I'm about to buy the bar (yeah). And everywhere I drive I'm a star little kids. all on the corner scream 'That's my car!'. It was days couldn't be fly now I'm in a T.I.. Come in clubs with B.I. now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh). Rock tons of gold nuff money I fold. Roll the way you wanna roll break a hundred out the toe. Chorus w/ slight modifications. line 1 Puff: C'mon yeah. yeah uh-huh. line 2 Puff: We been playa. hated!. line 3 Puff: Why?. line 4 Puff: Why they want. us hated!. line 5 Puff: Why they hate. us?. line 6 Puff: Is it our. ladies?. line 7 Puff: Say what?. line 8 Puff: Yeah bay-bee. bay-Bee!. Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings. You know sometimes I gotta. ask myself. Why's there so much jealousy. in the world?. Don't look at mine get. yours. (music fades). Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:. Ok after these messages we'll be back with. the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer after this. *applause*. Ok just sit back relax and enjoy yourself. We'll get you through this. Take a sip of water deep breath that'll do it. And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?). I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in. I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?). and he's still pretty mad. But this time he brought someone else with him. and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!). Mr. Producer (yo youknowhati'msayin) why are you so mad?. Yo Iiiiiii I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you. Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them. niggaz why you mad son!. Tell them niggaz why you. mad son!. (Ok gentlemen please one at a time). Tell em why you mad son. word up tell em why you mad son!. Youknowhati'msayin? Iiiiiii Iiiiiii be I be I been. I been I been here for the culture youknowhati'msayin?. I don't I don't I don't I don't. I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit. Yo we don't play we don't. play that shit youknowhati'msayin?. (Please Mr. Producer explain yourself Mr. Rapper please calm down). That nigga be on some bullshit youknowhati'msayin?. We ain't we don't do that. shit word yeah. He ain't no real producer neither. And then come to find out youknowhati'msayin. My brother hipped me to it the nigga tryin to rap now!. Oh yeah that's the shit. that got me mad!. (Please Mr. Rapper once again). That's the shit that got. me mad!. That's the shit youknowhati'msayin?. (It's a family oriented show). Youknowhati'msayin?. That's the shit that feds me up. (Gentlemen please). Word up youknowhati'msayin?. (Disregard the foul language). I'm watchin this nigga video. youknowhati'msayin?. They got mermaids swimmin. in they living rooms and shit. like that youknowhati'msayin?. This nigga dancin in the. rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit. Youknowhati'msayin?. I'm I'm I'm watchin this. nigga video. (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language). the car goin two hundred. miles an hour. Where The Fuck Is He Goin?!. (Please Mr. Rapper please refrain from the foul language). The nigga climbin out the. fuckin car!. (One more time). Let me see you try that. shit on a train!. Youknowhati'msayin?. Try that shit on a fuckin train. What kind of shit youknowhati'msayin?. Got a thousand niggaz write. for him let Me write for you. Son my shit is jumpin I. got John Blaze shit...