[Refrain: Nancy Fletcher]

Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bellin' with Death Row

They try to player-hate, but they can't fade us though

We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah

With that funky sound (So funky), we be throwin' it down!

[Intro: 2Pac]

This goes out to you, player, you know who you are

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me

Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me

Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Are you confused?

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to lose?

But me and you was homies, no one before me, it was all a scheme

You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga dreams

How could you do me like that? I took your family in

I put some cash in your pocket, made you a man again

And now you let the fear put your ass in a place

Complicated to escape, it's a fool's fate

Without your word, you a shell of a man

I lost respect for you, nigga, we can never be friends

I know what runnin' through your head now

What could you do? If it was up to you, I'd be dead now

I let the world know, nigga, you a coward, you can never be live until you die

I see the motherfuckin' bitch in your eyes

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]

Type of nigga to let the evil of the money trap me

When you see me, nigga, you better holla at me (Holla at me)

Gotta be ready, don't let the evil of the money trap me

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious

I'm addicted to currency, nigga, that's why we doin' this

Got set up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up

And then I hit the studio, it's time to blow the block up

No hesitation, this information got you contemplatin'

Heartbreakin', eliminatin' with this conversation

Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient

In celebration of my criminal elevation

Want participation, I want members across the fifty states

We keep the nation anticipatin' until we break

Will I be great, is it my fate

To live a life of luxury so niggas buy my tape?

So much jealousy it scares me, so be prepared

'Cause only the strong survive, life isn't fair (Who cares?)

Probably never knew the way it feels to die

So you figure, fuck with me, I'll give that ass a try

Nigga, holla at me!

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]

Got to be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

And now I got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

I should have saw the signs I was blinded

Criminal mind of a young black brother doin' time

So many brothers framed in this dirty game

It's a shame, so much pressure on my brain, why she blame me?

Secrets in the dark only her and I know

Now I'm sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow

'Cause she made a bad decision that got me livin'

Just like an animal, I'm caged up in state prison

My niggas dissing 'cause Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin'

Picture my prophecy, I got some attackin' me, on top of me

I'm runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me

'Cause I'm a soldier, ever since I was a little nigga

Havin' fantasies of one day bein' older

Niggas is paranoid, trust - a no-no

Love is a mystery, fuck the po-po, holla at me!

So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me!

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

Nigga, got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me

You better beware where you lay -

We better not find where you stay

[Refrain: Nanci Fletcher]

Niggas out there jealous cause we be bellin' with Death Row

They try to playa-hate, but they can't fade us tho'

We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah

With that funky sound (So funky), we be throwin' it down

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]

You got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

(Oh no, no, no)