[Skit: DMX]

I sold my soul to the devil, price was cheap

And yo it was cold on this level, but it's twice as deep

It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the streets

Until I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat

Sometimes it's like that the only reason, why I hustle

Step on toes, strong arm, and chokin' a muscle

Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated

I hate it seein' bitch niggas done made it

And I'm robbin' niggas just as broke as myself

Fuckin' with Queens, ain't too good for a nigga's health

Where's the wealth? Ain't in New York, so I gots to make my rounds

I do whatever for the dollar, fucker, you know me, tryna get 'round