Fat Joe, N.O.R.E. - Misery Needs Company lyrics

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 nondescript 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!

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 Different Strokes
I'm addicted to street life
Although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go 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 cure for this, you switch
I pour the Cris
And just, stay rich, and reminisce
While I count my chips
Yo you scared to death, misery need company
These crab slackers
Niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain off
Wipe the stain off
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo
They lookin' at our poster now
Playin' us closer now
The funds follow us, what
These bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us

Attended dinner wit millionaires
Gave a million stares
Made a million scared, my peops 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 Acs wit gats
To get that enormous stack
Joey Crack, the Mack without the hat
And all our hoes that'll ride in
The back seat of my Cadillac
I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss
Nigga we laid and lost
TS'll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your balls like Bahondo
Call me Don Joe coke slash ready rock
Niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando
So-called killers turned snitches
Like Gravano
That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly
Everytime I see his wife and
Kids the shit tempts me
My heart is empty, never feelin' remorse
I got a sniper one building a
Cross ready to kill your boss
Yo you scared to death, misery need company
These crab slackers
Niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain off
Wipe the stain off
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo
They lookin' at our poster now
Playin us closer now
The funds follow us, what
These bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us

Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend
Look in the skies
Clouds look like coke 'n 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, a majorly we glance
And gotta yell "What, What!"
Cuz 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 buy dough
Impost-o's, locos, morenos
Go-golos, boriquas, latinos
My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes
DE's light it up though
We stay smokin' it, Tone Loc'in it
Me and Fat Joe still provoking it
Yo you scared to death, misery need company
These crab slackers
Niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain off
Wipe the stain off
Throw the Range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo
They lookin' at our poster now
Playin us closer now
The funds follow us, what
These bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us

(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off
Watch out polic-iano's, pabolos
Amigosfat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)