[Intro: Method Man & Baby Huey]

Supreme Clientele!

There's no love to be found (Aah!)

Fresh!

Fresh!

Fresh!

Huh!

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live

Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give

Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib

Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids

Freeze! Lookin' at your ice like "Jeez!"

I'm plottin' on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese

I heard y'all kids is 'bout that ('Bout that)

Psychotherapy — you buggin', where the couch at?

Wu 'til they bury me

Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree

Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be (Uh)

Ain't nothin' nice in New York

Stick you for your cake and your icing

That tough talk don't mean nothin' when you're up North

So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom

You know that sayin', "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em!

And push your way in"

We ain't acrobats, but we flip on occasion

Pick the pace up, pants saggin', pull your waist up

Niggas rentin' slum jewels from Jacob, fool!

You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude!"

Frontin' on my Clan from the Staten, but we ain't mad at you

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face

Ghostface jump out the window for a little taste

The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy

Educated birds say, "Ghost, you so crazy!"

[Break: Baby Huey]

There's no love to be found

[Verse 3: Cappadonna]

Cappa slide through with the Ghost

Post up like paint on walls, drip jewels, big heat

Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple

Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island

Playin' with the big toys that make noise

Echo in the hall, a scared voice

Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines

Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines

Made the club moist, shattered the windows

Dustheads runnin'

The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is comin'

[Verse 4: Redman]

Yo, the words you talk (Talk) better be the words you walk (Walk)

Body you in the bed where the nurses are (Nurses are)

Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart

'Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf

Light circuits off (Ha), thirty-third of my brain is off

That explains why my language off (Off)

My gun aim and cough (Huh), y'all ain't trained to brawl

Y'all more like in training bras (Haha)

Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared

For the project flow, with extra stairs (Haha)

I pass out a vest to wear (Bullets flyin')

Yo, the hard wire, startin' bonfires (Startin' bonfires)

Pull the mask so you know it's me

And your weed got more seeds than ODB

Can't smoke with ya (Huh!), watch Ghost tie a rope to ya

Def and Wu (Huh!) will open ya

[Chorus: Method Man & Redman]

Eat a dick like (Huh! Come on!)

Baby, shake your shit, girl you're thick like (Huh!)

Getting rich like (Huh!)

Word (Come on!)

[Break: Baby Huey]

There's no love to be found

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]

Word, it's me y'all

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]

We in two sixes flirtin' with bitches, dime plus

Taking pictures, "How you doing, baby? My name Ghost"

Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak

Seek intelligence, slickest nigga donnin' since "Grease"

Check out the grays on the side of my waves

I grew those on Rikers Island, stressed out, balled up in the cage

Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam

Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler

All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come

Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit

Hands is like photographic magic

Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit

Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled

Elbows unique, now meet the new me

Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas

Zulu Nation in the '80s in front of Macy's I start my own chapters

Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose

Special effects, high-tech armors merc you at the shows

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super

Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper (Grouper)

[Pre-Chorus: Method Man]

Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew

Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew

Smoke a L or two

[Chorus: Method Man & Redman]

And flip like (Huh!)

Killing for the whole clique is sick like (Huh!)

You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (Huh!)

Baby, shake your shit, girl, you're thick like (Huh!)

Getting rich like (Huh!) (Yeah)

[Outro: Baby Huey]

There's no love to be found