Mobb Deep — More Trife Life

[Intro] Yo Pussy will bring you in this motherfucker Damn sure take you out too, kid Check this shit out [Verse: Havoc] A rainy day laid up thinkin', sittin', gettin' bent Watchin' old '70s flicks Mind's on the slouch back in the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from Uptown I met back day Long time no hear from, no doubt, long time no see I heard you had a seed, a baby girl and now she's three What's up with that cat, you know who, your baby pops Slung rocks up top, then heard he got knocked "He home, fuck that nigga, I'm on my own Matter fact, got my own crib, plus I'm all alone" Word? The bitch is bad, chill, son, she got me tempted Reminiscing the fatty, jumped in the ride I rented Fresh Timbs, Mecca dice well presented Sippin E&J straight, was bent when I entered Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug See, ain't seen the bitch since back then and that was bug Turned the VCR on, Friday, my favorite flick Offered me a drink, Alizé, I take a sip (No doubt) Got into convo, "How you been over the years?" "Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear" "What you mean? I thought you left that cat," which was true "I'm not talkin' about him, another dude Been with him for a year and had a baby by him Matter fact, you saw him downstairs, you walked by him" Now I'm thinking setup, could it be? Or maybe not She said, "Don't sweat it, he don't got the top lock" Tried to play it cool, but in my head, shorty's wildin' Usin' me to get the next nigga jealous, called up the fellas Ty Nitty line was busy, so I beeped Gotti Gotti was with Trip and two other grimeys The Twins, "Let me begin, then explain I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed Stuck without a gat, not prepared for combat" Gave the address, told my son there's more cats Be there in a second, big gats, no half steppin' They flippin' on me, talkin' 'bout I never learn my lesson I laugh in additional, hit them with the math Hung up the jack while shorty soaked in the bath Played the living room, dozed off for a second When I woke up, shorty was standing ass-naked Make moves, all this bullshit, pussy better be good Stepped to the room, threw off my Champion hood Slow motion, all along, bent off the potion Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open It was over, laid up in the cut, I heard a thump Jumped up, threw on my boxers, yo, what the fuck? All the sudden, I saw this Black motherfucker With this big-ass gat and two other motherfuckers (What the fuck?) Black masks, clutching duct tape, no escape Tied me up, smacked me all in my face Shorty wasn't even screamin', looked up, saw 'em schemin' "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this" All bloodied up, shook the fuck up, held for ransom They yelled, "Got the bones," smiled, then started dancin' (Yeah) The phone rung, it was my sons, they let 'em know they had me hostage Threw me on the phone, said, "Son, don't worry, yo, we got this" Regardless what the outcome all this bullshit Take a nigga word, don't ever go see a bitch, word