Misery Needs Company

Lyrics

[Intro: Noreaga & Fat Joe] Yo, Crack, man, niggas just got word from the penal, god What the deal Nore, got word from the penal? How niggas doin'? Niggas sayin'... niggas sayin' that they shittin' on your name and shit, yo Shit - shittin' on my name? Fuck they talkin' about? Snitchin' and shit like that Nah, that must be some non-descript niggas, not nobody I run wit'? Word is bond, they said niggas you used ta... break bread with, god Yo, fuck them niggas, word to mother! [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty Three's for all the M-3's Racin' across the Tappan Zee Matchin' C's, followed by the white Lincoln Drivin' like I ain't thinkin' Wit' my hazard lights blinkin', let the lah sink in On the way to home BASE First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place We run shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin' new Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know We laugh and joke, while we baggin' the coke My yay done make the worst things out the cast of Diff'rent Strokes I'm addicted to street life, I know it doesn't seem right Many criticize but, yo – we all got to eat, right? And who's to say that I'm to blame? (Blame!) We only pawns in this game (Game!) The streets don't grow cocaine I don't want no guilt for this, you switch, I'll pour the Cris And just stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] Yo, you scared to death, misery need company These crab slackers, niggas actin' like the Madd Rapper Even wit' a record deal, our guns still peel Break a piece of your brain off, wipe the stain off Throw the Range off, policiano, watch for Hondo They lookin' at our posters now, playin' us closer now The fuzz follow us – what! These bitches swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us?! [Verse 2: Fat Joe] I done had dinner wit' millionaires, gave a million stares Made a million scared, my peeps was locked For what seemed like a million years, yea This illegal life I can't avoid I take the Feds everywhere I go – that's why I'm paranoid, But still I choose to ignore the fact I got the flawless axe wit' gats to get that enormous stack Joey Crack, The Mack without the hat And all the hoes that'll ride in the back seat of my Cadillac I bet you hate it 'cause we paid and floss, nigga, we laid and lost T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss Break your balls like bajondo, call me Don Joe Coke slash ready rock, niggas dropped a dime though Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Orlando So-called killers turned snitches like Gravano That nigga Guano up in M.C., is bein' friendly Every time I see his wife and kids, the shit tempts me My heart is empty, never feelin' remorse I got a sniper one building across, ready to kill your boss [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] Yo, you scared to death, misery need company These crab slackers, niggas actin' like the Madd Rapper Even wit' a record deal, our guns still peel Break a piece of your brain off, wipe the stain off Throw the Range off, policiano, watch for Hondo They lookin' at our posters now, playin' us closer now The fuzz follow us – what! These bitches swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us?! [Verse 3: N.O.R.E.] Yo! Yo, Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend Look in the skies, clouds look like coke in Heaven Like whoever sittin' on pies too, gettin' high too Mad fly too, a thug too Yo, we praise those, however you make your pesos Keep your shit tight, just like, Jose Canseco's Batting stance, amazingly, we glance And gotta yell "What, What!" 'Cause thug niggas don't dance Yo, I told niggas, that you did it for show But niggas thought you was ill, yo, even your ho Yo, for real, youngblood, I'm really afraid so Your colors got revealed and now you bajdo Impost-o's, locos, morenos, gogolos, Boricuas, platanos My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros You know how that goes, D's light it up though We stay smokin' it, Tone Loc'in it Me and Fat Joe, still provoking it [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] Yo, you scared to death, misery need company These crab slackers, niggas actin' like the Madd Rapper Even wit' a record deal, our guns still peel Break a piece of your brain off, wipe your stain off Throw the Range off, police-iano, watch for Hondo They lookin' at our posters now, playin' us closer now The fuzz follow us – what! These bitches swallow us And you wonder why they can't find us?! [Outro: N.O.R.E.] Ha ha... Madd Rappers... heh Stain off... (Range off) Yo... up top, up top... policiano, policiano! Vaminos! Amigo! Go! Fat Joe... mad love... Fat Joe...