[Jay-Z]    Yeah!!    Check it check it out    Uhhh haha gotta keep it fat       Chorus: Jay Z (repeat 2X)       I can't get with that    I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this       [Jay-Z]    Straight to the track my lyrics is phat I rip it the hell down    More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what now    With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be    Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z    Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that    Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back    I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack    Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back    Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever    I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together    I give you a snotty nose from body blows    Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios    I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours    One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours    Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it    No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha       Chorus       [Jay-Z]    The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress    Cause just around the corner beez the best player    You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth    You better blow that shhhiiitt out    The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat    I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?    You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw    You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me    Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy    And we all gotta fall off, but you first G    I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell    before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass    We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6    While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits    Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out    Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh       Chorus       [Jay-Z]    Ha-hah    This how we do    All year round, this is how it goes down    Now check it out       I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?    My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds    So I bought a money machine and it goes    A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough    How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?    I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath    You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash    Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich    This nigga's nothin but the truth    Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so    my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip    like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight    I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples    And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo    It goes, one dime for your mind    Two bone crushers for your spine    Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine       Chorus: repeat 2X       Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five    with a little help along, c'mon    Sacue Money defintly repesentin    Big Jaz in the house    Superman production type shit