[Jay-Z]
  R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
  Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit
  B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit
  Freeway, we run this rap shit
  O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
  Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
    The takeover, the break's over nigga
  God MC, me, Jay-Hova
  Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
  R.O.C. too strong for y'all
  It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
  Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
  You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
  This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?)
  Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny
  Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
  Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
  Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
  We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
  Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer
  Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
  So you won't confuse it with just rap music
    R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
  M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
  The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
  Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
  Freeway, we run this rap shit
  O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
  Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
  "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
    I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
  You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
  When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
  you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
  Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
  Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
  Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
  Nobody could read you dudes like we do
  Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
  Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
  Mind from spirit, body from soul
  They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
  No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
  I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
  You guys don't want it with Hov'
  Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!
    R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
  B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit
  M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
  Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
  O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
  Freeway, we run this rap shit
  Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
  "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
    I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!
  But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
  Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!
  Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
  Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
  Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
  Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
  to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
  Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
  but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
  That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
  There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
  Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
  You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
  I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
  (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
  So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
  You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
  And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and
  I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
  Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
  I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
  Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide
  That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
  One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"
  That's a one hot album every ten year average
  And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow
  Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
  (Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
  Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
  Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
  with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now
    R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
  M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
  The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
  Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
  Freeway, we run this rap shit
  O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
  Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
  "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
    A wise man told me don't argue with fools
  Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
  So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
  Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne
  Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
  I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
  Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
  I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks
  I will end it, all that yappin be finished
  You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
  Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you
  Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els
  Twinkletoes you breakin my heart
  You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
  And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
  You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz