[Chorus: Too $hort & Jay-Z]
It was cool when you had hella✦ weed to smoke
And you bought a new home, where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked✦
Uh-huh,✦ uh-huh,✦ it was all good just a week ago✦
Funny✦ what seven✦ days can change
A stand up nigga,✦ now you sit down to aim
Used✦ to have a firm grip, now you dropping✦ names✦
It was all good just a week ago✦
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better,✦ had more clientele
Told you "put away✦ some cheddar," now you cryin' for bail
Seventeen,✦ and I'm holdin'✦ on to around✦ a mill'
I could bail out, blow trial, and come around✦ on appeal✦
Had niggas✦ thinkin' I was from Uptown✦ for real
I had so much hustle, plus I was down to ill
Like a Brooklyn nigga,✦ straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty,✦ down to fight to round 30
Freezin' on them corners, still holdin'✦ my crack
Lookin'✦ up and down the block, "the fuck is the dough at?"
Came from flat broke to lettin'✦ the dough stack
You tell them Feds I said, "I'm never✦ going back"
I'm from Marcy,✦ and Marcy✦ don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious
[Chorus: Too $hort & Jay-Z]
It was cool when you had hella✦ weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked✦
Uh-huh,✦ uh-huh,✦ it was all good just a week ago✦
Funny✦ what seven✦ days can change
A stand up nigga,✦ now you sit down to aim
Used✦ to have a firm grip, now you dropping✦ names✦
Shit was all good just a week ago✦
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
The lawyer✦ I retained you, said you leakin'✦ some things
All this after✦ a week in the bing
I'm mad at myself, 'cause I didn't spot the weakling
I would've bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing
Nigga,✦ this was the oath – to the top or broke
Even✦ pricked our finger,✦ anything that got between✦ us
We supposed to cock the ninas✦ – what happened to that?
Instead you copped✦ out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh, make you cry (That's right)
The same game that make you math could make you die
(That's life) It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who would've thought you'd get popped✦ one time and rat?
Now you know that's bad when your sister✦ is mad
And your son gotta✦ grow up, like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always✦ be in jail, nigga,✦ just minus✦ the bars
[Chorus: Too $hort & Jay-Z]
It was cool when you had hella✦ weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked✦
Uh-huh,✦ uh-huh,✦ it was all good just a week ago✦
Funny✦ what seven✦ days can change
A stand up nigga,✦ now you sit down to aim
Used✦ to have a firm grip, now you dropping✦ names✦
It was all good just a week ago✦
[Outro: Too $hort & Jay-Z]
Shit is crazy,✦ man
All these niggas✦ out here snitchin'✦
We was one step away✦ from takin'✦ this crack money✦
And recyclin' it through the ghettos
And buildin' back up our own hoods
Now all you niggas✦ start snitchin'✦ on each other✦
I got partners doin' 15-20
Wouldn'ta been doin' shit
If you didn't snitch, beatch!
It's about✦ time y'all check that shit out, man
It ain't all good, shut your mouth
Just watch the game
And don't snitch
We'd sure go a lot whole further
Believe that, baby✦
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house, mane
You know I got it
Got it goin' on
We got the money✦
Ain't got nuthin'✦ to do with crime, baby✦
But I'm recognizin'
You rat bastard!