[Intro: Jay-Z]
Man, a nigga once told 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"
[Chorus: R. Kelly, (Jay-Z)]
We used to get money together, bone honeys together
Pushin' chromed out twinkies in custom Coach leather
You claim it's all love, but, nigga, 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 that?)
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look, I'm a grown man, dawg
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, nigga, 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 nigga made it rappin'
You showed your true colors, y'all niggas stay yappin'
That don't stop him, a nigga way Platinum
Stop through the hood, to say "what's happenin'?" (Sup, nigga)
Fake hugs (Uh-huh), fake "whassup"
Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta warn myself, 'fore your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels, and I peel, streets are blazed up (Uh-huh)
About my bid'ness, dawg, y'all niggas stay up – one
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
We used to get money together, phone honeys together
Pushin' chromed out twinkies in custom Coach leather
You claim it's all love, but, nigga, 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
[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
I wish, I wish – that success, we could all
Get a piece of it (Word), but that ain't real, dawg (No)
'Cause in these streets, it's war – the industry, much more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real, my nigga
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 fuck, pop that Cris', my nigga"
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 niggas don't appreciate shit
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: R. Kelly]
We used to get money together, phone honeys together
Pushin' chromed out twinkies in custom Coach leather
You claim it's all love, but, nigga, 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
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
A-alike (Uh-huh), be alike (That's right)
We don't vibe no more, because we don't 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 whole game
How he jeopardized the whole gang
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 niggas 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, dawg, I don't know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
The game – no exceptions, gotta follow the rules
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
We used to get money together, phone honeys together
Pushin' chromed out twinkies in custom Coach leather
You claim it's all love, but, nigga, 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
