[Intro: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
Born Again, pain

[Verse 1: 2Pac & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a n***a, before you bust?
My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go
Now how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock, n***as on my block
Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock
And bustin' n***as asses to stay alive
Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I’m livin?
I’m a hustler, buckin' busters 'til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
N***as got they AKs headin' for the 'burbs
Aimin' at them skin head bitches let it rain (House of pain, oh)
Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain

[Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
House of pain (Joe Hooker), house of pain, house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain
[Verse 2: Stretch & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
Yo, I’m hunting down this n***a and he knows so he’s stressin'
He better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson
'Cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the MAC
And lay that ass down on this motherfuckin' back, jack
Slack is somethin' that a n***a don't take
His moms run the church, so I'ma see her at his fuckin' wake
Make way, the n***a paid me the other day
I'm walking with my son, and the n***a had somethin' to say
Hey, the n***a tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted
He should've watch Americans Most, I'm listed
For killin' motherfuckers like him
So I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin
Flim-flam, goddamn, I'm not the one
Before I'ma choke him and smoke him
I'ma smack him with my fuckin' gun
Son you've made your last mistake and I don't know your name (House of pain, whoa)
But welcome to the house of pain

[Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain

[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G. & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
The country bud got me chokin'
I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin'
Yeah, that sick n***a Biggie with the 8 shot fifth
With the extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that killing is thrilling?
All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing
A born gangster, my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 with the hollow point slug
So when he licked shots, n***as dropped
Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little n***a tryna squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh
Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder
It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain (House of pain)
I'm livin' in the house of pain
[Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain, house of pain (Woah), house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain (We might die in here)
House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain

[Outro: Harve 'Joe Hooker' Pierre]
Woah, woah (This is a tribute)
Woah, woah (Bad Boy)
Woah, woah (House of Pain)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah (Ch, lost)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah