[Raekwon]
  Yo whassup kid? How you, yeah
  Straight up and down
  This is the Chef comin out of Wu-Tang Clan
  Representin Shaolin, to the fullest son!
  I mean I'm here right now with my nigga, Fat Ji-doe
  representin the Boogie Down, and the rest of the tri-borough
  So what we gonna do right here son
  Aiyyo matter fact son, I'm tired of these niggaz man!
  Word up!
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Hey yo it's total devestation, for any MC that poses
  I paint the town red with clips and dum-dums and bloodshed
  The Fat MC, from the B-X
  Vicious like a T-Rex, who slips into a three-X
  Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the obituary
  Don't know the meaning of real, check the dictionary
  I got no time for conversation
  Makin MC's run for the border like the immigration
  A Puerto Rican villain who be dealin and illin for nothin
  You ain't a playa, you just BLUFFIN
  Point blank, we can even do this with gats and shanks
  It's your selection
  I can become President, without elections
  I got mad connections, Fat Joe, the rap wizard
  Brainstorms come in swarms, get lost in the blizzard
  Word to mother I take your life
  Sodomize your daughter, and make a widow out your wife
  It's the relentless, nobody can check this
  Fat Joe, you know The Yung and Resless respect this
  .. to all the fake MC's
  
  [Raekwon the Chef]
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Yo who gets wrecked on the spot? You get wrecked on the spot
  I got this whole rap shit locked
  Many MC's perpetrated, and gladiated
  I'm number one so yo they hate it
  Listen here suckers, you don't wanna meet the chuckers
  It's the same motherfucker who said fuck the ruckus
  Back in ninety-three, when everything was fine and dandy
  I was the nigga puttin razors in your kids candy
  Mad connivin, it don't get any worser
  Best reverse them thoughts DISPERSE
  Even if you get loud and curse
  you don't put any fear in my heart
  Don't even start, you get torn apart
  Fat Joe, livin the life
  Yo I get trife, and do a number on that ass
  with the butcher knife - slice after slice, yea
  Causin more destructional horror, than the AntiChrist
  Niggaz know the motherfuckin time
  Joe represents B-Lawn, respect mine
  
  [Raekwon the Chef]
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
  Nigga respect mine, or anger the tec-9
  Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now