[Notorious B.I.G] + (Faith Evans) 
To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man 
Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can 
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker 
Emcee prover, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?) 
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras 
But cheeks, I'm smackin' em' (huh?) 
The raw rapper, spot smacker 
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker 
A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter 
And If I ever fall in love, I better fuck it up 
Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her 
She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her 
(Why you wanna...play games on me?) 
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze 
No time for the ill shit 
Mess with the niggaz on that real blood spill shit 
My rappin' tactics, are drastic 
Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic 
So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be 
filled with energy, niggaz never gettin' me 

[Chorus 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis] + (Ludacris ab-libbing) 
Big cities and bright lights 
Short days and long nights 
No stress and no strife 
I'm high off living the life 

[Ludacris] 
It's clear to see that I'm the motherfuckin' man, I done learned from the 
best of em; Took the first slot, niggaz still second guessin' em 
Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em' 
Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em' 
Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit 
So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit 
But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder 
I'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than Hova 
And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever 
Roll with a bunch of niggaz that don't know no better 
King like Coreddar, countin' mo' cheddar 
Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters 
When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fuckin' wit me 
They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me 
That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line 
Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times 

[Chorus] + (Ludacris ab-libbing) 

[Snoop Dogg] 
To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block 
Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block 
Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy 
Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? 
They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?) 
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho 
Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names 
You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame 
I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out 
Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route 
Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about 
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house 
Now they call me Snoopy Trump 
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust 
Now hat's a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga 
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I'm livin' the life! 

[Chorus] + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing) 

[Chorus] - w/o ab-libs