Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (One, two, three)

They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna distract it From the fact that I'm comin' back Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long? And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson of rhymes I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn, I forgot how much money he got On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man don't lay In the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money we've earned? How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20's still? And Fif' hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit He ain't even got to look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, Goddamn, did he score To go from sellin' bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we make pay I'm just a super easy modest MC, okay? Till I hear the word has been, that's when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses

I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (Yeah) Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (Yeah, yeah) Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk In the hood if ya ask about me They'll tell ya I'm about my bread Round the world if ya ask about me They'll tell ya they love the kid

Whoa, hey (I-I get it) Whoa, hey (I-I get it) Whoa, hey (Yeah) Whoa, hey (I run New York) Whoa, hey (I-I get it) Whoa, hey (I-I get it) Whoa, hey (Yeah, yeah) Whoa, hey (I run New York) whoa I get money, money I got (I'm back on the streets, man) I get money, money I got (I'm bringing the heat, man) I get money, money I got (I'm on my grind) Money I got, money I got (Like all the time) I get money, money I got (Trying to stop my shine) I get money, money I got (I'll cock my 9, don't get outta line) Money I got, money I got (I said don't get outta line I-I get it, I-I get it Yeah, yeah)