[Intro: Jay-Z]
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha n***as
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been right
I'm ready for war
Young Hova, holla yeah

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
I got the fifth, n***as
You have to pick n***as off of the ground
When I pick n***as off with the pound
Go get your clique, n***a
This n***a running with clowns
I'm a rich n***a, I get you clipped at cost right now
N***as forget n***as as soon as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting 'em now, down to your bitch
N***a you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car (hello)
Using my name in vain like I won't damage the boy
You think n***as was shooting your fat ass out of canons before (I'm that n***a)
N***as is pompous, first they in Evil Knievel jumpers
Then they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hova
It's not about rich and po', n***a, it's about Rich and Po'
Understand I'm here to get this dough
It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem
No more than it's about fame or stardom
It's about being on blocks you barred from
I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other rappers names
So other motherfuckers can watch 'em
It's as simple as this - y'all n***as get off my dick
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique: R-O-C - mind right, bitch
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a, we ready for y'all
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a betta study your forms
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a, we ready for y'all
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a betta study your forms

[Verse 2: H. Money Bags]
If there's wars with my dogs, it's war with H
Act pumped and get left with a sawed off face
Respect Carter, respect the R-O-C or respect the shots
Or respect the shots 21 thrown out the Heckler and Koch
The CO-D's no respect for the cops
Even if the park right next
To the spot we setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while y'all living a mad life
I chase down n***as, shake down n***as
Head back to the honeycomb to break down figures
I love 38's but the trey pounds bigger
Throw in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now n***a
I don't rap for pleasure, I rap for cheddar
Guns clap for treasure straight like that forever
H, Bleek and Jay on a track together
It's a wrap for y'all dog, we ready for war
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a, we ready for y'all
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a betta study your forms
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a, we ready for y'all
I got my mind right, money right (yeah)
Ready for war (uh-huh)
N***a betta study your forms

[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
I keep the gun tucked n***a
Which one of you tough?
Which one of think you can go around with the pump?
My clique for real, I ain't gotta talk no more
One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more
Ladies love me, why?
'Cause I give 'em backshots
N***as wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots
It ain't even about trying to diss these n***as
It's about these n***as ain't built for these n***as
The R.O. yeah we simply street
You n***as cotton candy you simply sweet
I let the fifth spit without the red dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep in the streets kid
The R.O.C. exclusive remix, motherfucker
[Verse 4: Beanie Sigel]
I got my mind right, money right
And this nine right here?
Who want a war? N***a I'm right here
Get mind right, your money light
Don't make me come out there
Snatch your whore and get it done right there
Little n***as ain't ready for war
Better get ready for bed, buckshot land at your head
Buck shots dots right at your head
Sit you n***as in a permanent chair
Give you n***as permanent stares
Shut down the party with the cut down shottie
Make doctor, cut down your body
Keep a hammer fuck a strong arm robbery
I blast, I push the gas on the road part Johnny
I'm fast stay on the road so the law can't find me
In some quiet town tying it down
That's right Mack still supplying it now
By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right n***a