[Spoken Word: Prodigy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold the fuck up!

We gon' take this little intermission to listen
To what the fuck I got to say, you know?

I been doing this shit for years:
Holdin' heat, sellin'
Usin', abusin' all kinds of drugs;
Robbin' n***as, runnin' up in n***as' cribs
You know, the whole shit

So don't ever in your life get me confused
With some of them other n***as that you might see
On TV, or hear on the radio and such
Know what I'm sayin'?

I mean, this is me: P
I'm speakin' for my fuckin' self

When you see me.. at the show, or on stage or on the street
I DEFINITELY got the gat on me
You know what I'm sayin'?
Nahmean?
And it ain't like I'm tryin' to be a tough guy
Or tryin' to make people think I'm crazy by sayin' all this shit

But what it is, dat.. I know how n***as gets down, alright?
I used to be in the clubs: The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the fuck

N***as get they little drink on
Havin' fun with they little crew, you know what I'm sayin'?
Start cuttin', shootin', whatever
Things like that
A lot of these so-called "rap n***as"
Ain't never seen no parts of that shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
You dig where I'm comin' from?
Word up, yo

And I know a lot of y'all n***as— matter of fact, all y'all n***as
Is right now listenin' to this shit like...

"Yeah, yeah, we gon' see them Mobb Deep n***as
We gon' see what they about, know what I'm sayin'?
Touch them n***as, we gon' see what level they head is at"

But, yo!
I'll let y'all n***as know right now, you know what I'm sayin'?
You ain't gotta waste your time, or your money on your hospital bills
And if you step to me on a personal level
I don't back down easy! You know what I'm sayin'?
There's a good chance your ass either gon' get
Shot, stabbed or knuckled down
One out of the three
So don't gamble with your life, duke, word up!
And believe me:
I know very well I could get shot, stabbed or fucked up too, whatever
I ain't "Super N***a", I'm a little skinny motherfucker
It's all about who gets who first, though
You know what I'm sayin?

So therefore, say no more
To all my n***as — get the money!
Frontin' n***as — get deceased!

And, oh, yeah!
To all the rap-ass n***as with your half-assed rhymes
Talkin' about how much you get high, how much weed you smoke
And that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense
Don't ever speak to me when you see me, know what I'm sayin'? Word
I'ma have to get on some ol' high-school shit
Start punchin' n***as in they face just for livin'!

Yo, I'm finished what I had to say
Y'all can continue on