[Intro: Ma$e]

Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm saying?

You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason

You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich

You got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch

Then you got niggas that just don't like me

You know the— those PHD niggas

But you know, I pop a lot of shit, but I back it up, though

See, it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit

But a lot of niggas don't make hits

But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit

We come to bring it to y'all niggas

Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob

If you want to dance, we dance

[Verse 1: Ma$e]

Now, trick, what? Lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do

Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you

Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back

Niggas talk shit, we never mind that

Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack

Write hot shit and make a nigga say, "Rewind that"

Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo

Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door

I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems

Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent

Hoes hope I lay, so I look both ways

Cop say it's okay, my tint smoke gray

No way nigga leave without handing me my shit

Got plans to get my Lamb' and my 6

Niggas out the pen'll understand this shit

Pop champagne like I won a championship

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]

Been around the world and I, I, I

And we been playa hated (Say what?)

I don't know and I don't know why

Why they want us faded (Hahaha)

I don't know why they hate us (Yeah)

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh)

Baby, baby

[Verse 2: Diddy]

I was in one bedroom dreaming of a million

Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (That's right)

I was a gentleman living in tenements

Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (Woo)

Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men

Now my dividends be the new Benjamins

Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon

Ma$e you got some hoes? Well, nigga, send 'em in

What you waiting for? Let the freak show begin

How they came in a truck? (Nah, Puff, that's a Benz)

Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way (Come on)

It's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy

It's ridiculous how you put your lips on this

Don't kiss right there, girlfriend, I'm ticklish (Uh-huh, hahaha)

And I be switching Vs with a wrist full of Gs

Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]

Been around the world and I, I, I

And we been playa hated (Say what?)

I don't know and I don't know why

Why they want us faded (Uh, that's right)

I don't know why they hate us (Haha)

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes? (Yeah, uh, uh)

Baby, baby

[Verse 3: Diddy & Ma$e]

Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young

I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (Yeah)

Get 'em all strung from the tip of my tongue

Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (Come on)

Before I die, hope I remake a flow by

In the brand new treasure on a old try

Now when my throat dry, even when I smoke la

Eat the mami chocha and drive her loca

We never ride far, pack five in a car

Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (Yeah)

And everywhere I drive I'm a star

Little kids all on the corner scream, "That's my car!"

It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I. 

Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (Uh-huh)

Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold

Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll, come on

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]

Been around the world and I, I, I

And we been playa hated (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, we been playa hated)

I don't know and I don't know why

Why they want us faded (Why, why they want us fated?)

I don't know why they hate us (Why they hate us?)

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes? (Is it our ladies, say what, yeah?)

Baby, baby

Been around the world and I, I, I

And we been playa hated (You know sometimes I got to ask myself)

I don't know and I don't know why

Why they want us faded (Why is there so much jealous in the world?)

I don't know why they hate us

Is it our ladies (Don't look at mine, get yours)

Or our drop Mercedes?

Baby, baby

[Skit: Trevor Jones, The Madd Producer & The Madd Rapper]

Okay, after these messages we'll be back with the Madd Rapper and his brother, the Madd Producer, after this

Okay, just sit back, relax and enjoy yourself

We'll get you through this, take a sip of water

Deep breath, that'll do it

And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)

I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in

I've been conversing with the Madd Rapper and he's still pretty mad (Did you get the check though?)

But this time he brought someone else with him

And quite frankly (Yeah, yeah) he's even madder (You got that right), um

Mr. Producer (Yo, you know what I'm saying?) why are you so mad?

Yo, I— I'ma— I'ma keep it real simple for you (Yeah, t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son)

Tell them niggas why you mad, son (Okay, gentlemen, please, one at a time)

Tell them why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad son! (You know what I'm saying?)

I— I be— I be— I be— I be— I been here for the culture, you know what I'm saying?

I don't— I don't— I don't— I don't—

I don't be recognizing all that new jack shit (Yeah, we don't play, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm saying?)

Please Mr. Producer, no foul language, Mr. Rapper, please calm down (That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm saying?)

He ain't no real producer, you know what I'm sayin'?

And then come to find out, you know what I'm saying?

My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin' to rap now

Oh, yeah, that's the shit that got me mad!

Please, Mr. Rapper, once again (That's the shit that got me mad)

That's the shit, you know what I'm saying? (This is a family-oriented show)

You know what I'm saying? That's the shit that feds me up (Gentlemen, please)

Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Disregard the foul language)

I'm watchin' this nigga video, you know what I'm saying?

They got mermaids swimmin' in they living rooms and shit like that

You know what I'm saying?

This nigga dancing in the rain with kids climbin' up mountains and shit

You know what I'm saying?

I'm— I'm— I'm watchin' this nigga video (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)

The car goin' two hundred miles an hour

Where the fuck is he going? (Please Mr. Rapper)

The nigga climbing out the fuckin car (Please refrain from the foul language, one more time)

Let me see you try that shit on a train

You know what I'm saying? Try that shit on a fuckin' train

What kind of shit, you know what I'm saying?

Got a thousand niggas write for him, let me write for you

Son my shit is jumpin', I got John Blaze shit