Al Tariq

Uhh, uhh
Uhh, hey uh hey
[Raekwon:] What it is, what it is.. "crime pays in mad ways"
[Al Tariq]
Yo, yo, bust it
How I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it is
I see these two kids bouncin, my way
Eyes blood red with venom
And somethin tellin me that I best not offend em
But they dont even know I got this badge
that Im about to flash on that ass like two hits of hash
Pass by em, eye em
Peep money on the left got the toast
Niggaz ready to roast so Im ghost
Then find another victim so I can jig em
Act like Im po-po, be like YO YO and stick em
Trick em out their currents, them dirty greens
And in the process, stoppin all the flow from fiends
Its all good cause in my hood its better, if my baretta
give these po folks some cheddar to the letter
A present day - Robin Hood, crime pays in mad ways nigga
Its all good
[Chorus: x2]
[Frank White:] "From here on nothing goes down unless Im involved"
[Raekwon:] "crime pays in mad ways"
"No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing..
[F. White:] You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street"
[Raekwon:] "crime pays in mad ways"
[Frank White:] "Its my turn.."
[Al Tariq]
Aiyyo, Ive been checkin these stick-up kids for weeks
Seein how they pull they jobs and go trick with freaks
I seeks a weakness, in their armor, so I can harm a
crimi-nal with top residu-als, I shall be back
with exact means to get him
Tighten up the grip and let these hollow points hit him
Split him, send they whole crew in mad directions
Correction, I think Ill make this other selection
Their leader, numero un, the top cheese
FREEZE! Dont make me have to load up to squeeze nigga
I dont mind wettin up yo type try me you dirty slimy
sleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at?
Thats when he show and prove that he a liar
Find and clean the stash and set his fuckin crib on fire
Im yo sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hood
Crime pays in mad ways, nigga its all good
[Chorus]
[Frank White:] "Its my turn.."
[Al Tariq]
Bust it, Im shoppin Sears for wears that I can put on in Foot Locker
For other soles to put my foot on, but right then and, there
My vision peeps em, to dirty fleece em
Thinkin nobody sees em, boostin
So I exhale like Whitney Houston, then start accusin
these tricks for their intrusion, exclusin
Mr. Al Tariq from your profits, you better stop it
Shorties hold to drop it, or cop it
witcha greenbacks I know youre holdin, like the feds
Just some high-rollers rollin, Im told in, your profession
money be flowin, but all Im knowin
is my shorties, they keep on growin, so bust it
Peep the science heres the plan - Ill be your man
Give me what you can
Snd I wont ever stop yall from boostin in my hood
Crime pays in mad ways baby its all good
[Chorus]
[Frank White:] "Its my turn.."
["King of New York" samples and Raekwon scratches ad libbed to fade]
[ Crime Pays Lyrics ]