[The Infamous Prelude]

[Spoken Word: Prodigy]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold the fuck up!

We gon' take this little intermission to listen

To what the fuck I got to say, you know?

I been doing this shit for years:

Holdin' heat, sellin'

Usin', abusin' all kinds of drugs;

Robbin' niggas, runnin' up in niggas' cribs

You know, the whole shit

So don't ever in your life get me confused

With some of them other niggas that you might see

On TV, or hear on the radio and such

Know what I'm sayin'?

I mean, this is me: P

I'm speakin' for my fuckin' self

When you see me.. at the show, or on stage or on the street

I DEFINITELY got the gat on me

You know what I'm sayin'?

Nahmean?

And it ain't like I'm tryin' to be a tough guy

Or tryin' to make people think I'm crazy by sayin' all this shit

But what it is, dat.. I know how niggas gets down, alright?

I used to be in the clubs: The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the fuck

Niggas get they little drink on

Havin' fun with they little crew, you know what I'm sayin'?

Start cuttin', shootin', whatever

Things like that

A lot of these so-called "rap niggas"

Ain't never seen no parts of that shit

You know what I'm sayin'?

You dig where I'm comin' from?

Word up, yo

And I know a lot of y'all niggas— matter of fact, all y'all niggas

Is right now listenin' to this shit like...

"Yeah, yeah, we gon' see them Mobb Deep niggas

We gon' see what they about, know what I'm sayin'?

Touch them niggas, we gon' see what level they head is at"

But, yo!

I'll let y'all niggas know right now, you know what I'm sayin'?

You ain't gotta waste your time, or your money on your hospital bills

And if you step to me on a personal level

I don't back down easy! You know what I'm sayin'?

There's a good chance your ass either gon' get

Shot, stabbed or knuckled down

One out of the three

So don't gamble with your life, duke, word up!

And believe me:

I know very well I could get shot, stabbed or fucked up too, whatever

I ain't "Super Nigga", I'm a little skinny motherfucker

It's all about who gets who first, though

You know what I'm sayin?

So therefore, say no more

To all my niggas — get the money!

Frontin' niggas — get deceased!

And, oh, yeah!

To all the rap-ass niggas with your half-assed rhymes

Talkin' about how much you get high, how much weed you smoke

And that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense

Don't ever speak to me when you see me, know what I'm sayin'? Word

I'ma have to get on some ol' high-school shit

Start punchin' niggas in they face just for livin'!

Yo, I'm finished what I had to say

Y'all can continue on