[Intro: Dre]
Uhhhh, uhhhh
Haah, haah, haah, haah
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Uhhh
This is, this is
Uh
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I got a hundred ****, a hundred *****
*****, I'm from New York, New York
And you know I'm all about big chips 'cause baby I'm from New York, New York
I'm from the city of thoroest, yes, I'm from New York, New York
I got a hundred ****, a hundred *****
*****, I'm from New York, New York
And I know
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Y'all n***** is oochie to wally, [?]
Your monologue's gettin' tired, now it's time to ride
Apprentice, you fired, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire
Highly dipped in octane
Let East Coast b***, let West Coast b***
And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel (Ooh!)
To еvery hood possible, pushin' through in the sky bluе
Back with the God-U-now, preferably the four pound
S**** flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryna catch the ears of n***** that's runnin' they mouths
I might get my Brooklyn n***** to run in your house
I don't really understand what the running's about
But we hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out
Leavin' 'em laid out d*** and just for sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
I got a hundred g***, hundred c****
***** I'm from New York, New York (Yes, hahaha)
And you can tell the way the homie spit (Woo!)
That n**** I'm from New York, New York (BX, BX,)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip (Uh, uh)
Yes, I'm from New York, New York (Yes, uh)
And you can tell I get real ignorant (Blat, blat, blat, blat!)
'Cause n**** I'm from New York, New York
And this is how we do
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
N****, I can see the c*** in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head b**** on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a m*****
And 'eybody talkin' crazy how they A* spit
But we don' did some 'vestigating and they ain't s**** ****
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook
Like, "Naw n****, Joe gon' let 'em loose on me"
True story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back (Lean back)
My n**** Dre said, "grind C***", now we k***** them hard
N***** said I must've found Pun's rhyme book
Got b****** on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling like the ring around Saturn
C***, ****, *****, n***** fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at, uhh
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I got a hundred g***, a hundred c****
N****, I'm from New York, New York (Yeah)
Ruff Rydin', D-Block and s***
*****, **** what you thought, you thought (A-ha!)
And you can't take **** for granted
'Cause life is too short, too short (Yeah)
I got a hundred g***, a hundred c**** (Uh, yeah)
*****, I'm from New York (Uh, ah-heh!)
And this is how we do
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yo, I swear it couldn't be sweeter, (Uh-uh) life's a b****
Depending on how you treat her, (Yea) you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gon' ***, you might get missed
For maybe two or three hours 'til they light they s******
And that **** will get you a long time (Haha)
But when I let 'em know the **** is out, it's like America Online (Woo)
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that you deserved it
Whenever you *** with your eyes open (Uh)
I still hold the title
'Cause I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
S**** ** kids hoppin' out with them old r*****
Just doing s*** for nothin', it's so spiteful, ha, I'm just like you
Word that n***** wanna m*** you is in the air (Uh)
A double shot of 'gnac and the purple is in the air (Uh)
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
Ha-heh!
[Chorus: Ja Rule, Fat Joe, Jadakiss]
I got a hundred g***, a hundred c****
*****, I'm from New York, New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That n**** I'm from New York, New York
[I got a hundred g***, a hundred c****
*****, I'm from New York, New York
I got a hundred g***, a hundred c****
*****, I'm from New York (Ah-heh!)
And this is how we do
