[Intro: Scarface]

C'mon

Yeah

Face Mob

Uh huh, uh huh uh

His name is Jigga

Yeah

What's happenin baby

Wassup, wassup witcha?

Tryin to get this loot

Yeah

Knowwhatimsayin?

No doubt

[Verse 1: Scarface & Jay-Z]

So what's it gon' be? Women? Whiskey? Weed?

Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga

You could get them thangs for a lesser fee

Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure

Them thangs look free

I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed

Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need

My nigga, for sheez! Right back at you

Holla after you land we get it before you leave

Is you for sure? Them niggas out there still got cheese

'Cause my niggas in the drop bounced back to slanging OZs

Man, them niggas raping the town without breaking 'em down

Them bastards making a killing, slanging half our buildings

For real, man, I'm on my last nine thousand

Ain't got no money, I'm fighting cases with this ho money

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

[Verse 2: Scarface & Jay-Z]

I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass

Sitting at the exit row, by the door

I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way

I had the four-four under the rug, weekend ago

Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams

With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines

Where the fuck is Jay-Z?

Goddamn, traffic is getting on my nerve

I seen 'Face by the curb

[Dialogue Break: Scarface & Jay-Z]

Goddamn, dog! I been sittin here thirty minutes!

Man, you know these motherfucking cab drivers. Like they own this motherfucker

Open the trunk. Damn!

Open this motherfucker

Ill! And then I'm thinking...

[Verse 3: Scarface & Jay-Z]

Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash, nigga

Well, if it's a money thing

Let's get this motherfucking money, man

And then I said to Jigga

Let's get this motherfucking cash, nigga

I got a dope house scoped out

An escape route? No doubt

Let's hit the highway; load up, lock

Let's do this shit! Hold up, cops

You tripping! It's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker

Yeah, and ten million undercovers

We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door

They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor

Niggas is gon' shit they drawers!

They got a bitch at the door

Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

[Verse 4: Scarface & Jay-Z]

I hit the buzzer: "Míra, Manny!

Let me up! It's Joey, motherfucker!"

Taking the steps up with only one thing on our minds

Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die

As the steps got closer, the voices got louder, you hear it?

Death's approaching, we coming for that powder

Then I knocked four times, I hit the ho with clear polish

Well, she couldn't see shit, now what's it gonna be, bitch?