[Intro: Big Jaz & Jay-Z]
Know I do that
Hell yeah, let's start from the top
Need to just kill that shit
You go first though, huh
Go back!

[Verse 1: Big Jaz]
Don't know Karate, but I kick back like a 45-70
Givin' y'all n***as hell, enablin' me to live heavenly
Hit y'all faggots with my worst, still never get the best of me
Don't call me money 'less you invest in me
I'm the answer, but you find time to question me
Fine wines and dimes blessin' me
Primetime professional over the bread like sesame
Crime stressin', water testin'
Got me arrested again, tested again
Tryin' to swim with the whales
Say you 'bout to blow with no wind in yo' sails
Can't convince me, flinch or hench me
My shit is cut and dry, motherfucker drench me
I dare yo' chilly ass to the 9th degree
There ain't been a true and livin' in your life since me
Pinch me, you movin' backwards when I'm slo-mo
My style'll bag a boy like a homo
Into linen like Yoko Ono
You can fry, so relax, no lie
Power from bed eye, sendin' n***as beddy-bye why?
My team in the Big East take down your whole wack conference
Whole repertoire's pompous
Know yo ass square walkin' 'round with a compass
[Chorus: Tone Hooker & Sauce Money]
Yo, now what we 'bout to do is put down Foundation
When it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Hey y'all, I used to wreck off, bust the TEC off
Pop the cork off Moët off y'all, 3 quarters of the way
Now that's history, pop Cristy 'til I'm pissy
Jigga, who is he? How bad y'all wanna know?
Stick my head out the V-twizzy, get busy
Bust lead out, let the world feel the misery
Goin' loco, elude po-po
Prelude to a champion, competition
Not for nothin', can't be none
Limited edition, like the Lex with Coach leather
'Cept my approach is better, now or never
However, y'all want it, the style forever
'Til it's redundant, Jigga!
Me and my operation, run the New York night scene
With one eye closed like Peter Gatien
None of our foes have an idea, back in the days
To fool the Feds used to run our clothes for years
How can you possibly stop me?
I'm approximately a million overhead, U.S. Dollars
Product take cream like Juan Valdez
We's Kodak, papa, see ya true co-lors
[Chorus: Tone Hooker & Sauce Money]
Yo, now what we 'bout to do is put down Foundation
When it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic
Yeah, we puttin' down foundation
Now it's time to step it up
So rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic, yeah

[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
Polish your wings for this fly shit
Bed-Stuy do or die shit, this 325i shit!
You get nothing, child, we buck and wild
Roc-A-Fella clique n***a, you know my fuckin' style
When I deliver, n***as just don't give a
Fuck about nuthin', go all out like Hitler
Not enough doses to close this, it's hopeless
Fuck who the host is, n***a we the dopest
Motherfuckers rappin', Sauce Money had to happen
Record setter, record seller, Roc-A-Fella
Comin' thru like Idi Amin, obscene
You do ya best while I fuck the prom queen
Flick cum on ya, drop the bomb on ya
Separate ya clique, man lost an arm on ya
Love the position that we hold now
Crazy Juice, chicks quick to get open like Nicole Brown
Or heart surgery, to smart to murder me
3rd burn degree if ya start disturbin' me
Word to mother, life's a bitch fuck her
Jaz and Jay stuck her, Sauce next in line with the rubber
Went from outcome to income, pretend some men come
They win none, I'm all that and then some
Duck to blink and not enough, you sinkin'
Pussy minds I penetrate, what the fuck you thinkin'?
[Chorus: Tone Hooker & Sauce Money]
Now what you heard was n***as puttin' down Foundation
When it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic
Yeah, we puttin' down foundation
Now it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic
Yeah, uh

[Outro: Sauce Money]
Word up, you know how that shit go
It's about that fuckin' time
Big muthafuckin' Jaz
With the help... of the capo
The n***a Jigga
Represent that shit, word
And me? Heh heh... whatever
Yeah, that's hot right there! Ha Ha Ha