3 Stories

(Dyme)

Better sit down for my side of the story

I look into the eyes of the jury, I worry

All I really wanted was that cream, I never did mean

To leave a dead body on the scene

What started off as a bad joke

Made a nigga that was broke think he could get paid off the soap

Only for a minute, drove a Q-45 Infinit

With black tints, never saw who was in it

Who got the last laugh, niggas thought we was fools

Jokes on you, we got him for the jewels

Little did they know, baby girl on the D-low

Saw us in court now see us at a show

Ask me what I plead I gotta say filthy

Richer than Rich and for the courts I'm not guilty

I ain't hear nothing, and I ain't see jack

So don't even ask me where the money at

I don't know

(Chorus)

3 stories, but only one crime

The truth, there's your version and theere's mine

But I'm guilty until I'm proved innocence

They wanna frame me and plant all evidence

2x

(DMX)

Aiyyo this how it's going down

When money come in with the raw, after I hit him with the dough

You hit him with the four

Now don't be nervous, I'm gonna be there with you the whole time

Perform the service, we gonna get there, the whole nine

Shssh, I think I hear him coming, I hope it all goes well

Get in the closet, when you hear me call, come out raising hell

*Knock sound* "Who Carlos? Yeah, you alone"? "Chu alone? Yeah"

Well come in and take the battery off your phone

We don't want any unexpected calls, no type of interruptions

"Aiyo, you got...hold up D, I think I hear something"

Man, you bugging, it's nothing but your mind fucking with you

But to myself I'm thinking "Watch it when this nine fucking hit you"

Blap Blap Blap (Gave it to him, through the door)

Left with what we came with, plus like three kis of raw

And on the floor is Carlos, hit with the hallows

And all that follows is skidmarks from Tahoes

(Chorus)

3 stories, but only one crime

The truth, there's your version and there's mine

But I'm guilty until I'm proved innocent

They wanna frame me and plant all evidence

2x

(Dyme)

Raise your right hand and put your left on the book

Yeah, I can tell, looking on yo eyes you shook

I'm going to the top of the roof, I'll be the look out

Put the infar-red on anybody trying to get out

And what's this all about, hell just broke loose

I saw it coming so I came down from the roof

Did a dealy-daley, ran up a tally

Bumped into Carlos' man in the alley

Just hand over everything you got and you better not

Try and get away and make me chase you up the block

But I'm a let you run cause you stuck

Nowhere to go, on a dead end, now you stuck

Now they want to call witnesses and put me on the stand

Think I'ma lie for you, you ain't my man

I got a masterplan I could put to the test

If they ask for the stash no no hablo inglés