Pay Checks

"It's alright ----- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!" - sample

[Ghostface Killah]

Hold up, got's to boost those tray ups

Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up

Face all sprayed up, on the floor

Left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up

Of course I'mma fuck with y'all niggaz, y'all pussy

Ya'll niggaz know how Pretty Tony get down

Made the potion '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM

It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants

When I hung around broke niggaz and broke bitches

You know what that means, it equals no riches and

I can't have that, I got a lot of wizards

They spoiled, told 'em they have to move drizzers

Whatever they say, is none of their business

I do what I do, to get that spinach

Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em all on the streets

I wouldn't saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em

[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah]

This kid about his papers, paychecks

Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it

Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front

It be an honor just to lay you down

[Trife]

Aiyo, aiyo

The first check I ever got

Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop ---

I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home

It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones

I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was

Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was

To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends

Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans

Two way team, posted up on the benches

Wit a maggot for a stash that I kept hid under the black fences

Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles

I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little

Though they switched nickels on niggaz, and pointed out bitches

In the precinct got the stichin', so they hit 'em off with something decent

Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin'

On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin'

[Ghostface Killah]

Faggot ass niggaz, when I ride get the fuck out the way

When I see jewels, all I know is take

I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake

In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes

Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states

God damn it, I told y'all niggaz

This is a Theodore stickup

Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up!

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, you heard what the bitch said

When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' CREAM and shit

We was beatin' the shit outta niggaz

Takin' their little Summer Youth shit

Buyin' beer and weed and shit

Shakin' niggaz upside down on some cartoon shit

Change fall all out of their pockets and shit

Yellin' and tellin' the cops, fuck y'all niggaz!

This is Theodore! Bitch!