[Jay-Z]
  Man, they go and tell me like
  you never know who your true friends until you ah umm
  both got a little bit of money
  I mean cause y'all both broke
  then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke
  And if you got money and he ain't got no paper
  He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you
  When y'all both get some paper, you'll see
    [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
  We used to get money together, phone honies together
  Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
  You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
  Cause this is business, it ain't personal
  Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
  We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
  Ain't no rules in this war for this green
  This is business, and it ain't personal
    [Jay-Z]
  Look, I'm a grown man dog
  And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all
  I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all
  "He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"
  Well, nigga you've been wrong before
  And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him
  We move through the hood like identical twins
  But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin
  You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
  That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
  Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
  Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
  Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs
  Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up
  Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
  About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one
    [Chorus: R. Kelly]
  We used to get money together, phone honies together
  Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
  You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
  Cause this is business, it ain't personal
  Same dream, same team, same schemes
  We even sold to the same damn fiends
  Ain't no rules in this war for this green
  This is business, and it ain't personal
    [R. Kelly]
  I wish, I wish - that success, we could all
  get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)
  Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more
  But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga
  Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger
  And do things like, pull up to some clubs
  in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!
  What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga
  And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold
  Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors
  But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit
  Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch
  Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row
  when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
  Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow
    [Chorus + ad libs]
    [Jay-Z]
  A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)
  We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike
  And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
  Nope; Hov's still here like Rogaine
  Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game
  How he jeapordized the whole game
  Now when we see each other it's so strange
  I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
  I don't know whether to cap him or dap him
  I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
  But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know
  locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?
  Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)
  But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do
  Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
  The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules
    [Chorus]