[Jay-Z]
  Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga
  Eat for a livin nigga (watcher)
  That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher)
  Okay, let's do this (the watcher)
    [Verse One: Jay-Z]
  Things just ain't the same for gangsters
  But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
  All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
  Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
  Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
  I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
  I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
  Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
  'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
  I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
  I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
  I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
  I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
  Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
  Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
  You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
  Grand fucked up one fight
  I was on the Peter Pan bus
  You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
  Allowed me to be taught
  You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk
  You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
  Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
  You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
  like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
  You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
  You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up
  Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
  You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
  It's only right I got the right to be king
  Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
  Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
  Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
  in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
  J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
  The past present nigga the future, proper
  The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
  We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
  It's the Roc
    [Chorus: Truth Hurts]
  I know, you got your eyes on me
  I feel you watchin me
  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
  You try, but what you think you saw
  Ain't what you thought you saw
  You bed-da off not lookin at all
  (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
  (People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
  (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
  (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)
    [Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
  I'm still on top of the game
  Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
  Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
  over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
  the streets, they made a special spot for my name
  Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
  The pride and the pain
  All the way back from the rise of my name
  See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
  See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
  When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
  The eyes that I played
  The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Rakim]
  I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
  It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
  It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
  Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
  Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
  Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
  take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
  I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
  These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
  The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
  Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
  In the place where the number one cause of death is money
  You can try copin
  I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
  I'm still alive and scopin
  Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
  And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]
    [Chorus]