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[Jay-Z] Uh-huh[$hort] That's right[Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago[$hort] Last week I had everything[Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago[$hort] I had the money.. had the cars, the bitches[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago[$hort] and the jewelry..and then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh uh, yo[$hort] Beyotch![Verse One: Jay-Z]Growin up in the hood just my dog and meWe used to hustle in the hood for, all to seeProblems, I called on him, he called on meWe wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my PMet him unlocked doors, off my keysYeah we spoke, much more than cordiallyMan he broke bread with me, my business spreads with meThe Feds came to get me, we both fled quicklyWasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with meGot caught, and that's when our relationship strayedUsed to call me from the joint til he ran out of changeAnd when he called collect and I heard his nameI quickly accepted, but when I reached the phonehe's talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his toneI said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet cause you're home."I just sat, spat no more speech in the phoneThe crackers up there bleachin your dome, you're reachinI said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on."From there I sensed the beef was onI ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phoneTo see if I had bugs and leeches on my phoneCan't be too safe cause niggaz is two-facedAnd they show the other side when they catch a new caseIt's on[Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z]It was cool when you had hella weed to smokeAnd you bought a new home where you could keep the folksI don't see how this side of you could be provoked(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)Funny what, seven days can changeA stand up nigga, now you sit down to aimUsed to have a firm grip now you droppin namesUh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)[Verse Two: Jay-Z]Like I put the toast to your head and made you sellWe both came in this game, blind as hellI did a little better, had more clienteleTold you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bailSeventeen and I'm holdin on to around a millI could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pillHad niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for realI had so much hustle plus I was down to illLike a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of BrownsvilleDown and dirty, down to fight the round thirtyFreezin on them corners still holdin my crackLookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stackYou tell them feds I said I'm never goin backI'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no ratsYou know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious[Chorus][Verse Three: Jay-Z]The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some thingsAll this after a week in the bangI'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lameI woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thangNigga this was the oath, to the top of brokeEven pricked our finger, anything that got between uswe sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?Instead you copped out to a misdemeanorFuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cryThat's right, the same game that make you mad could make you dieIt's a dice game, and sometimes you crapWho woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?Now you know that's bad when your sister is madand your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scarYou'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars[Chorus][Too $hort]Shit is crazy manAll these niggaz out here snitchinWe was one step away from takin this crack moneyand recyclin it through the ghettoesand buildin back up our own hoodsNow all you niggaz start snitchin on each otherI got partners doin 15-20Wouldn'ta been doin SHITif you didn't snitchBeyotch!It's about time y'all check that shit out manIt ain't all goodShut your mouthJust watch the gameAnd don't snitchIt sure will do a lot for youBelieve that babyJay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house mainYou know I got itGot it goin onWe got the moneyAin't got nuthin to do with crime babyBut I'm recognizing[Jay-Z]You rat bastard!more free lyrics