Swear to God Fat Joe & Remy Ma (Ft. Kent Jones)

[Intro: Dre]
This is, this is...

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Anybody got a problem, had a problem
Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
I swear to God
I swear to God
But he ain't gon' save ya
Not even your neighbors
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head, nigga
I put that bread on your head
Boy, run off with my dough
I put that bread on your head

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Don't anybody make real shit anymore?
Guns so big, shit drag on the floor
Press that elevator, got at least three floors
With at least three whores
When I leave, these yours, okay
That's why I call you José
'Cause you do whatever these hoes say
I bring so much heat that the block, they call me Whiteside
They drivin' D's up the wall
Dark Knights ride
Heron Joe
Could you compare? Um, no?
Roll my green in that red leaf, Tor-on-to
My Mexicana mami say USA
Global Joe, move the foreign off the new estate
Put that bread on your head
They be moppin' the street
Horse head on your bed
This is mafia beef
Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack
And tell 'em bring FJ560 back