[Refrain: Nancy Fletcher]
N***as out there jealous 'cause we be bellin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us though
We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (So funky), we be throwin' it down!

[Intro: 2Pac]
This goes out to you, playa, you know who you are

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Are you confused?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes
Of a n***a who don't have a thing to lose?
But me and you was homies, no one before me, it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a n***a's dreams
How could you do me like that? I took your family in
I put some cash in your pocket, made you a man again
And now you let the fear put your ass in a place
Complicated to escape, it's a fool's fate
Without your word, you a shell of a man
I lost respect for you, n***a, we can never be friends
I know what runnin' through your head now
What could you do? If it was up to you, I'd be dead now
I let the world know, n***a, you a coward
You can never be live until you die
I see the motherfuckin' bitch in your eye
Type of n***a to let the evil of the money trap me
When ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me (holla at me)
Gotta be ready, don't let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, n***a, you better holla at me
[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious
I'm addicted to currency, n***a, that's why we doin' this
Got set up, I surprised the n***as the way I got up
And then I hit the studio, it's time to blow the block up
No hesitation, this information got you contemplatin'
Hearbreakin', eliminatin' with this conversation
Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient
In celebration of my criminal elevation
Want participation, I want members across the fifty states
We keep the nation anticipatin' until we break
Will I be great, is it my fate
To live a life of luxury so n***as buy my tape?
So much jealousy it scares me, so be prepared
Cause only the strong survive, life isn't fair (Who cares?)
Probably never knew the way it feels to die
So you figure fuck with me, I'll give that ass a try
N***a, holla at me!
[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
And now I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I shoulda saw the signs, I was blinded
Criminal mind of a young black brotha doin' time
So many brothas framed in this dirty game
It's a shame, so much pressure on my brain, why she blame me?
Secrets in the dark only her and I know
Now I'm sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow
'Cause she made a bad decision that got me livin'
Just like an animal, I'm caged up in state prison
My n***as missin' 'cause hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin'
Picture my prophecy, I got some attackin' me, on top of me
I'm runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me
'Cause I'm a soldier, ever since I was a little n***a
Havin' fantasies of one day bein' older
N***as is paranoid, trust is a no-no
Love is a mystery, fuck the po-po, holla at me!
So when you see me, n***a, you better holla at me!
[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
N***a, gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay -
We better not find where you stay

[Refrain: Nanci Fletcher]
N***as out there jealous cause we be bellin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (So funky), we be throwin' it down

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n***a, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

(Oh no, no, no)