The New Joe Songtext
von Statik Selektah

Statik Selektah
"Is there a new Fat Joe?"
"Yeah, there is a new Fat Joe
His name Nems outta, uh, Coney Island"
What y′all wanna do?
Y'all want hardcore you want shit you could dance to?
I do it all (everything)
I am the nicest, stupid
Fuck ya life (rrrah!)

Now who the fuck you think you talking to?
I pay dues, I spray crews
Look up Gorilla Nems, my squad deeper than the Jews on Marcy
I′m hard B, rip apart beats
Fuck around, I smack the baby outta your car seat
Give a fuck about networking and taking pictures
I just care about my net worth and naked bitches
If you saw what we did, then you would hate to kiss 'em
She just wants the dick, when I call, it says "Maybe rich"


I spent my whole life struggling
Now I'm calling plays, no huddling, and we bubbling
I stack bread, count money with a humble grin
You can′t tell me nothing except I′m gonna win
If you don't know me then you pussy, straight like that
Got the Desert Eagle pointed at your face like blatt
All your flows garbage and your tape type wack
And we ain′t scared to spend money 'cause he make it right back

It′s like that, you ain't even like that
How your shit trash you ain′t even write that (fuck outta here)
I might fly her in, but shorty I ain't paying for that flight back
'Cause it′s fuck your life once I pipe that
Is that me in the back, I pulled it out and gave him the knife back
Now his mothers praying for his life back
Damn, how he hit the floor, that was a light smack
What a fuckin′ bozo, get him an ice pack

Nah, fuck it, I don't want to stop
Shoot up your building with this AK, pussy, I don′t want the Glock
I'm the hardest coming off the block, unorthodox
Put your motherfucking career in a coffin box (Rest In Peace)
Your baby mother got the softest twat
Shit, I ain′t even know that was your kid's mom
But who gives a fuck? Pussy, you′ll get your shit bombed
All year, we running down on rappers like bing bong