It was supposed to be you and I and the curtains closed But somewhere along the lines we switched episodes It's kinda like when Gina left Martin for New York Speaking of New York, the city is so lost Even with the Knicks lookin to make the playoffs Spike is back on the court, and Jeter's still in the Bronx Bloomberg got the city ready for seance Go get your ouija boards out niggaz and pray on You want (Drama)? Get your fuckin (Kay Slay) on Still got the world on my shoulders, a nigga headstrong About to go in; you can lock my body contract my mind, my thoughts keep escapin Power of the pen it work provoc' like Basquiat They fancy, 'cept I paint my pictures lyrically But fancy enough, bitch foamin like a Swiss B And we ain't talkin hoes, we talkin Euros and raw weed [Chorus] Who do you believe in? Is it money or the man upstairs? Is it power or prayer? God bless the dead and fuck the world fast What's progression if you never been through backlash Nigga what do you believe in? Cause my money's on me, myself and I, my team and this music Y'all ain't gon' believe this Maybe it's my fault, or maybe y'all just makin excuses [Ja Rule] Who do you believe in? Motherfucker the money is talkin to me and tellin me that it's lonely In need of new friends, preferably Grants and Franklins And the singles and the fives went to the bitches Dubs is for wifin in the club, no mention But you know who you are, nigga stop flinchin Stop cuffin; you may not think that it's a bitch but life's a hoe and everybody's been fuckin! See that's what I believe in With n o logic, no need for experience To fuck the world would be a lifetime achievement You make it cum then e'rybody jump on the dick Y'all niggaz full of shit, that's why you fuckin assholes And never smell the shit stinkin 'til you get shitted on Fuck 'em all, not for nothin I ain't (Always On Time), too much ice in the vodka muh'fucker