Big Pun — Fast Money

[Intro: echoing dialogue between Big Pun and (someone)] Mad stressed (Yo, just chill bro, chill man) Nah, nah, I gotta get this money (Yo, chill you got everything going for you, man) I ain't got nothing, right now, man (Niggas calling you and all that, man) Nah, that shit was down ('Bout to blow soon, you know?) Niggas ain't for real, kid. That's a dream, kid. This is reality. This is reality. This is the real world. Nah I gotta get this fucking money, kid. Word up. Fuck that, nah, fuck that (Whatever, man) [Verse 1] I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter "Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin' Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels" It's settled, better put on your metal, foot on the pedal We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin' a chance, I've only got one, my hundred shot Tommy shotguns my judge, jury and Johnny Cochran [Chorus] Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place [Verse 2] Ayo the plot thickens, I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance Payin' attention, not tryin' to get knocked and catch a fat sentence Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so They got the popo locked with a Don "The Rock" Muraco chokehold (oh oh) Their security system's linear laser protection No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin' Inspectin' the vault for weapon's assault, second of course It's poison, it sprays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt Reppin' New York is the cat burglar, the fat murderer Slippin' the clip in the MAC, inserterer Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit Holdin' heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like De Niro mob flicks Back to the topic at hand, the grand prize The safe flies open, the shine almost blinded my eyes I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold Passed the dough to Cuban, started movin' for the back, let's go That's when I heard the sirens, hopin' that my ears was lyin' Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin' Pointin' at the building screamin', "I can see them, kill 'em!" Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians Still inside, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns" [Cuban Shouting] Oye castigador, saca el fucking cañon Vamos pa la guerra, vamos señarlo! A castigarlos! [Chorus] Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place [Verse 3] Ayo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about the brighter day I cock the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock, it was diesel Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin' like it was legal We need a plan, if we can make it to the van Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo, I got about a handful of Black Rhinos and two Rambos strapped to my ankles I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker, they gaining" I gave him the case, told him, "Go 'head, save yourself Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em Hell" For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin' Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggas reachin' *conversation and gunfight to fade*