Noreaga – Misery Needs Company lyrics

[Featuring Noreaga]

intro: [police sirens]

[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]

[Fat Joe]

Yo yo one's for the cash two's for my facilty

three's for all the M 3's

Racin across the Tapenze

?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln

drivin like I ain't thinkin

Wit my hats and lights blinkin let the lah sink in

On the way to home BASE

first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place

We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new

Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you

That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go

Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know

We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke

My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes

I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right

Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?

And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame)

we only pawns in this game(game)

Decision: grow cocaine

I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris

And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips

Chorus

[Noreaga]

Yo you scared to death, misery need company

Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers

Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal

Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain

Throw the Range off, police-iano

Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now

The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us

And you wonder why you can't find us

[Fat Joe]

I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares

Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked

For what seemed like a million years, yea

This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go

That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact

I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack

Joey Crack, the mack without the hat

And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac

I bet you hate it 'cause we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost

T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss

Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe

Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough

Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando

So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono

That nigga Gauno up in M-see, is bein friendly

Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me

My heart is empty, never feelin remorse

I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss

Chorus

[Noreaga]

Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand

Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven

Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too

mad fly too, a thug too

Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos

Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's

Batting stance, a majorly we glance,

and gotta yell "What, What!"

'cause thug niggas don't dance yo

I told niggas, that you did it for show,

but niggas thought you was ill yo

Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so

Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough

Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's

My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros

You know how that goes, DE's light it up though

We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,

me and Fat Joe still provoking it

Chorus

(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out

polic-iano's, pabolos

amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)