[Intro: Jadakiss]
Been here for hours, n***a
You been pushin' buttons all day, man, your job was easy today, man
The fuck, man?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Ayo, I woke up in a daze with a slight headache
You know the usual, the studio gettin' red late
Serious jet lag when I get to bed late
That's why I fuck 'cause I be weak when I get head late
Today I got a session with Ronnie, I mean Veronica
Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah
Sounds foolish, I mean, honey wasn't jewish
But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers
She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda
And came here just to get a job as a tutor
I pursued her, make a long story short, screwed her
She moved and she came back, still on the same track
Same width, same chips, ass, it was still fat
And I ain't really think she was a freak
But she did ask a lot of questions 'bout Stylez and Sheek
She called me and said she was in town for a week
The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite, and the Marquise
How I felt about gettin' up for old times' sakes
I'ma bring Stylez and Sheek with me, that'd be great
Just have two friends, we gon' bring the truck and the new Benz
Desert in the stash and the Sony cam zoom lens
All have ourself one big hell of a weekend
Eat at Puff's joint and catch a show at the Beacon
Twist a Dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson
Pass the tall one, two-five, we still puffin'
We got the heat on a cold night in the winter
Stylez, you remember, Sheek, you remember
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Oh yeah, I remember them hoes that night
We was at the Beacon, right? Chris Tucker performing
All of us was in there, outside, it was stormin'
Cats and dogs, ayo, these hoes was tough
Besides, the air condition on high, we was icy enough
From my neck to the belt buckle to our shoes, shall I go on?
With five of us up front, he needed shades to perform
Mose from the floor up, we inside, toe up
I drink, they smoke, no coke
Besides, the shit he said on stage, the cash we had on us was no joke
I slid four seats down, she sittin' there smilin'
Lookin' like she from an island, not them chicks that be out wildin'
Told me that her name was Cindy, favorite show Mork & Mindy
Favorite color green, no kids, but plan to have plenty
We chit then chat about this and that
From what kind of whip she push to what bar she be at
She played hard to get, but we made it from the movie to the jacuzzi
From the jacuzzi to the bed, we fucked until we both got woozy
Woke up breath stinkin', yawnin' and shit
I smelt breakfast in the kitchen, but where was the bitch?
I walked in there, it was cheese, eggs, and grits on the table
With beef sausages and orange juice next to the cable
With a note sayin', "Sorry I had to rob you, baby, but
I need cash like you, I ain't your ordinary slut
Or dick teaser, please, I need food in my freezer
And by the time you read this note, I done been spent your Visa"
[Verse 3: Styles P]
I remember Beatrice, but n***as like me call her B
'Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold the D
But now I gotta handle this 'cause they scandalous
Cindy robbed Sheek and moved to Los Angeles
Like I won't kill her friends, went to bounce, they stole a Benz
Note in the garage to y'all entourage
Y'all three rugged n***as, but y'all gotta get robbed
And don't take it personal, we didn't finish the job
Ménage à trois, we kill n***as with they dick hard
They got me lookin' at the letter stuck, why the fuck they left the truck?
Three bitches in my house, probably try to wet me up
Crept to the kitchen, seen Ronnie by the cabinet
Tried the gun holster with the forty-four magnet
Shot her in the heart then caught the urge to stabbin' it
Then I seen Cindy, the bitch tried to end me
Runnin' out the living room, bustin' off the semi
The bitch couldn't aim, so I blew her out the frame
Turned around to Beatrice, why you look speechless?
We could've lived it up then just fucked on the beaches
And now you gotta die and the stupid bitch is reachin'
Before I cocked it back, I heard tires screechin'
Saw Sheek and Jay and started motherfuckin' squeezin'