N.o.r.e. - Misery Needs Company lyrics

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N.o.r.e. - Misery Needs Company lyrics

Intro: [police sirens] [Noreaga] and (Fat Joe) talking [Yo, Crack man, n***as just got word from the penal, god] (What the deal Nore, got word from the penal? How n***as doin'?) [n***as sayin'... n***as sayin' that they sh**tin' on your name and sh**, yo] (sh** - sh**tin' on my name? f** they talkin' about?) [Snitchin' and sh** like that] (Nah, that must be some nondescript n***as, not nobody I run wit'?) [Word is bond, they said n***as you used ta... break bread with, god] (Yo, f** them n***as, word to mother!) [Fat Joe] Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty Three's for all the M-3's Racin across the Tappan Zee ?Matchin C's? followed by the white Lincoln Drivin like I ain't thinkin Wit my hazard 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 run sh**, untouchable Don sh**, 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 baggin the coke My yay 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) The streets don't grow c**aine 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 d**h, misery need company These crab slackers, n***as actin like they mad rappers Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal Break a piece of your brain off, wipe the stain off 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 b**hes swallow us And you wonder why you can't find us [Fat Joe] Attended dinner wit millionaires, gave a million stares Made a million scared, my peops was locked 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 that'll ride in the back seat of my Cadillac I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, n***a 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 ready rock, n***as drop a dime dough Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando So-called k**ers turned snitches like Gravano That n***a Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly Everytime I see his wife and kids the sh** tempts me My heart is empty, never feelin remorse I got a sniper one building a cross ready to k** your boss Chorus [Noreaga] Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven Like whoever sittin' on pies too, gettin' high too Mad fly too, a thug too Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos Keep your sh** tight just like, Jose Canseco's Batting stance, a majorly we glance And gotta yell "What, What!" Cuz thug n***as don't dance yo I told n***as, that you did it for show But n***as thought you was ill, yo Even your ho, 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, Latinos My n***as rollin those, fontos and hydros You know how that goes, DE's light it up though We stay smokin it, Tone Loc'in 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)