Fat Joe - Misery Needs Company Lyrics
Intro: [police sirens][noreaga and fat joe talking][fat joe]Yo, yo, ones for the cash, twos for my faciltyThrees for all the m-3sRacin across the tapenze? matchin cs? followed by the white lincolnDrivin like I aint thinkinWit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink inOn the way to home base,First clown in my face is gettin thrown out the placeWe rush shit, untouchable don shit, thats nothin newSets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of youThat had a bad case of joe, some even had to goGangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to knowWe laugh and joke, while we bag in the cokeMy a done make the worst things out the cast of different strokesIm addicted to street life, although it doesnt seem rightMany criticize but yo we all go to eat right?And whos to say that Im to blame(blame)We only pawns in this game(game)Decision: grow cocaineI dont want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the crisAnd just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chipsChorus[noreaga]Yo you scared to death, misery need companyCrab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappersEven wit a record deal, our guns still pealBreak a piece of your brain, wipe the stainThrow the range off, police-ianoWatch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer nowThe funds follow us, what, these *****es swallow usAnd you wonder why you cant find us[fat joe]I ? ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million staresMade a million scared, my beats don knockedFor what seemed like a million years, yeaThis illegal life I cant avoid, I take the feds everywhere I goThats why Im paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the factI got the flawless acs wit gats to get that enormous stackJoey crack, the mack without the hatAnd all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my cadillacI bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lostT.s.ll make the baddest crews take a lossBreak your balls like bahondo, call me don joeCoke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime doughBooked the nine oclock, flight to alandoSo-called killers turned snitches like rivonoThat nigga gauno up in m-c, is bein friendlyEverytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts meMy heart is empty, never feelin remorseI got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your bossChorus[noreaga]Yo, yo jose luis, smoke lah like the reverandLook in the skies, clouds look like coke n heavenLike whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high tooMad fly too, a thug tooYo we praise those, however you make your pesosKeep the shit tight just like, jose cansecosBatting stance, a majorly we glance,And gotta yell what, what!Cuz thug niggas dont dance yoI told niggas, that you did it for show,But niggas thought you was ill yoEven your hoe, yo for real youngblood Im really afraid soYour colors got revealed and now you buy doughImpost-os, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-osMy niggas rollin those, fontos and hydrosYou know how that goes, des light it up thoughWe stay smokin it, tone-locin it,Me and fat joe still provoking itChorus(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch outPolic-ianos, pabolosAmigos...fat joe, fat joe, fat joe, yea yea)
