Does Anybody Know - Fat Joe

Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang

Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

Does anybody know… Joe…

This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook

Sing to 'em niggas

Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

Definition of a Don, «Jealous Ones Still Envy» — CRACK!

Yeah, it’s '05 and we ridin', we still ridin'

Touched the down, and he’s down

See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever

Can you hear that?

Niggas that’s the winds of change

Blowin through your city, here comes the pain

They say, the more things change, the more stay the same

So I, grip on that same 9 I held in '88

My momma askin' -

She up the block frantic —

Cops combin' the streets harassin' -

But little did they know —

That I was on that Greyhound watchin' white turn green

Renegades, we don’t wait 'til the light turn green

We just, break the rules and live a life obscene

I been Crack, way before the shit hits the scene

You couldn’t even imagine what my eyes done seen

But now it’s — I’m a thug, I’m a killer

I’m a drug dealin' nigga from the hood, God dammit I’m good

I’m out, I swear after this disc I will quit

Pun if you listenin God you truly been this

Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

Yeah, hahahaha

All my niggas locked down, all my nigga BX niggas we ridin'

Uhh, blap blap blap!

Guess who?

Yeah

Imagine some old foe with no fire

The God done ran off and retired

No «Lean Back», «New York, New York» anthems

No rappers these ladies, call handsome

Me I’m just dancin, velvet LaPelle

In the Phantom slow rollin' watchin' Dave Chappelle

I blow smoke now, the stress done got me

Runnin' in the sand like a scene from Rocky

I’m tryin' to find myself

It’s hard when you the only one supplyin' the wealth

And if I fall off, who can I ask for help?

Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control

It’s like the Hammer story stands out;

can’t walk through the Bronx

Cause e’ry muh’fucker got his fuckin' hands out

Every day somebody new 'sposed to blast me

Changed my phone number, got everybody askin'

Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

Yeah, hahaha

More money more problems

Yup, it’s Cook!

Yeah

Joseph Carter, that’s who I be

I’m still runnin' the Carter, that’s how we eat

Niggas, don’t even bother 'cause that’s when we meet

In the middle of the projects, clappin' them heats

There’s never been a rapper this credible as Joe

Dropped The Incredible, I’m better with the flow

And e’rybody’s askin' where did he go

Real simple, stop askin' for Joe, it’s Cook Coke

Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe

Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke!

BX borough niggas, yeah…

Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner

Peace to the money man, Macho

Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge

Ha ha, Kato rest in peace

Chi-Town stand the fuck up — HOLLA!

My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy

Hahahaha

All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there

Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon

Mexico, yeah.

it’s Crack!

Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe