DMX Interlude

Lyrics

[Skit: DMX] I sold my soul to the devil, price was cheap And yo it was cold on this level, but it's twice as deep It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the streets Until I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat Sometimes it's like that the only reason, why I hustle Step on toes, strong arm, and chokin' a muscle Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated I hate it seein' bitch niggas done made it And I'm robbin' niggas just as broke as myself Fuckin' with Queens, ain't too good for a nigga's health Where's the wealth? Ain't in New York, so I gots to make my rounds I do whatever for the dollar, fucker, you know me, tryna get 'round