[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ayo Hype, what up?
Crack, n***a!
Darkside, yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Tryin' to cut the top off the Porsche
Put a bitch in the front
Better yet hundred sticks for the n***as that front
I got a steel in them packs, got 'em right in the trunk
Shoot the snap back off your muh'fuckin' head if you want
I got a guardian angel, yeah she stay in the hood
And she pop up whenever I touch the grain on the wood
I got a bitch from Atlanta, she remind me of Pebbles
Got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil
She call me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The Future
10 racks on my feet, but that's somethin' I'm used to
I put my team on the map, you other n***as is fake
Worse than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
I'm in the beach somewhere foreign
I'm in your bitch while you snorin'
A million cash off the tour, then I'm back in the mornin'
I'm fuckin' sick of you n***as, I'm about to throw up a million
Doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription

[Chorus: Dre]
Yeah, gold prezzie, gold prezzie, rollin' in Bugattis
I got that Ringo Starr
I'm slingin' Paul McCartney
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whippin' George Harrison, John Lennon
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Of course I could get 'em
But do you know what to do with 'em?
60 for the brick even if you cop a few of 'em
Talkin' about that diesel: the root of all evil
You could use your nostrils, or you could use a needle
I need a hundred more, and I want it pure
'Cause when somebody die off it
Then they want it more!
The hustlers we surrounded by n***as that hold the hammers
Oxys got generic, switched it to Opana's
When you give 'em a 9 or better they go bananas
Make a million dollars a month: that's what the plan was
Now to catch the mornin' shift
'Cause they need that mornin' sniff
Thousand bundles finished by 11, then I'm blowin' a spliff
Show you how to get right, crib right, whip right
Ten dollars a bag, but it's 20 after midnight
Pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man
You know who I am motherfucker: I'm the dopeman

[Chorus: Dre]
Yeah, gold prezzie, gold prezzie, rollin' in Bugattis
I got that Ringo Starr
I'm slingin' Paul McCartney
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whippin' George Harrison, John Lennon
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Yo, cut the man off the middle, I want it all off the top
'Bout to yacht me a n***a, run him off of the block
I'm takin' all of the profit, purchasin' more of the product
Invest in killers and dealers to take my company public
I got a thing for them strippers, got a pole in the mansion
White hoe, (?) Marilyn Manson
This for all of my n***as doin' time up in prison
For getting caught with the burner, you know a rider's ambition
I'm 'bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to Vegas
I'm 'bout a Zionist mic prayin' the Lord to forsake us
Remember times I was broke, how it run in your pocket
Spend my money on dope, then I tripled my profit
Now I'm a multi-millionaire, head off in the lair
Take bitches on the private, than set off in the Lear

[Break: sample]
"What you say n***a?"
"I said I'll suck yo dick!"

[Chorus: Dre]
Yeah, gold prezzie, gold prezzie, rollin' in Bugattis
I got that Ringo Starr
I'm slingin' Paul McCartney
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whippin' George Harrison, John Lennon