Misery Needs Company Lyrics

Misery Needs Company lyrics

intro: [police sirens] 

  

 [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

  

 Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty 

 three's for all the M-3's 

 Racin across the Tapenze 

 ?Matchin C's? followed by the white Lincoln 

 drivin like I ain't thinkin 

 Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink in 

 On the way to home BASE,  

 first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place 

 We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new 

 Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you 

 That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go 

 Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know 

 We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke 

 My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes 

 I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right 

 Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right? 

 And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame) 

 we only pawns in this game(game) 

 Decision: grow cocaine 

 I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris 

 And just, stay rich,  and reminisce, while I count my chips 

  

 Chorus 

  

 [Noreaga] 

  

 Yo you scared to death, misery need company 

 Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers 

 Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal 

 Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain 

 Throw the Range off, police-iano 

 Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now 

 The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us 

 And you wonder why you can't find us 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

  

 I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares 

 Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked  

 For what seemed like a million years, yea 

 This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go 

 That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact 

 I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack 

 Joey Crack, the mack without the hat 

 And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac 

 I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost 

 T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss 

 Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe 

 Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough 

 Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando 

 So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono 

 That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein friendly 

 Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me 

 My heart is empty, never feelin remorse 

 I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss 

  

 Chorus 

  

 [Noreaga] 

  

 Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand 

 Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven 

 Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too 

 mad fly too, a thug too 

 Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos 

 Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's 

 Batting stance, a majorly  we glance, 

 and gotta yell "What, What!" 

 Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo 

 I told niggas, that you did it for show,  

 but niggas thought you was ill yo 

 Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so 

 Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough 

 Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's 

 My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros 

 You know how that goes, DE's light it up though 

 We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,  

 me and Fat Joe still provoking it 

  

 Chorus 

  

 (ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out 

 polic-iano's, pabolos 

 amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea