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 (feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim, Truth Hurts)
 
 [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]
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