Misery Needs Company Fat Joe (Ft. N.O.R.E.)

[Intro: Noreaga & Fat Joe]
Yo, Crack man, niggas just got word from the penal, god
What the deal Nore, got word from the penal?
How niggas doin'?
Niggas sayin'... niggas sayin' that they shittin' on your name and shit, yo
Shit - shittin' on my name? Fuck they talkin' about?
Snitchin' and shit like that
Nah, that must be some nondescript niggas, not nobody I run wit'?
Word is bond, they said niggas you used ta... break bread with, god
Yo, fuck them niggas, word to mother!

[Verse 1: 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 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 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 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