[Jay-Z]
Man, they go and tell me like
you never know who your true friends until you ah umm
both got a little bit of money
I mean cause y´all both broke
then there´s no strain on the relationship, y´all both broke
And if you got money and he ain´t got no paper
He still needs you so you´ll never know how he really feel about you
When y´all both get some paper, you´ll see

[R. Kelly] + (Jay-Z)
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it´s all love, but n***a it´s whatever
Cause this is business, it ain´t personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain´t no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain´t personal

[Jay-Z]
Look, I´m a grown man dog
And I ain´t got time to be runnin behind y´all
I know when I first started it was crazy to y´all
"He´s gon´ start his own label, he´ll never be able"
Well, n***a you´ve been wrong before
And you´ll be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like identical twins
But it just so happen that a n***a made it rappin
You showed your true colors, y´all n***az stay yappin
That don´t stop him, a n***a weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say what´s happenin? (sup n***a)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fake f**k, fake thugs
Gotta one myself for your fake s**t, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid´ness dog, y´all need to stay up - one

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it´s all love, but n***a it´s whatever
Cause this is business, it ain´t personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn fiends
Ain´t no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain´t personal

[R. Kelly]
I wish, I wish - that success, we could all
get a piece of it (word) but that ain´t real dog (no)
Cause in these streets it´s war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, I´ma keep it real my n***a
Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to some clubs
in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!
What the f**k, pop that Cris´ my n***a
And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold
Well it ain´t y´all business what´s behind my doors
But y´all n***az don´t appreciate s**t
Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch
Then you wonder why I put yo´ ass in the tenth row
when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don´t like to see us grow

[Chorus] + ad libs

[Jay-Z]
A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that´s right)
We don´t vibe no more because we don´t C/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov´ changed
Nope; Hov´s still here like Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the Hov´ game
How he jeapordized the whole game
Now when we see each other it´s so strange
I don´t know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I don´t know whether to cap him or dap him
I don´t know what to think of him, I don´t know what´s happenin
But what I do know, all the n***az that you know
locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it wasn´t you, maybe I´m buggin too (right)
But I´m scared dog, I don´t know what the f**k to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules

[Chorus]