Lyrics : DMX : Miscellaneous : Catz Don't Know  
Uh, it's that real shit yo 
Grrr! 

1 - Can't stop 
Gotta eat 
Stepping on, my feet 
Spread love, think it's sweet 
Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know 

Repeat 1 

Yeah baby, shit's about to jump off and 
Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north 
Been like three years since when got knocked 
Since he got caught 
Punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it 
Kept a nigga straight with money in the books 
And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks 
Took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight 
Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate 
Our estate was the next move for me 
Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months 
Cause when it's on, it's on 
He didn't care 
It's like slow down baby 
The money ain't going nowhere 
Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it 
The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on) 
You gotta watch a nigga just coming home in a game 
Cause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grain 

Repeat 1 (2x) 

I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled 
What is strange is the change that niggaz go through 
When they're locked down and really can't hack it 
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket 
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me 
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike, D?" 
Wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to him 
Used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him 
Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in VA 
Cause the money comes quick 
Half of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him (damn) 
But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him (damn) 
Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further 
Ain't heard from him in two months, murder, murder 
And from the next flight thinking I might have to steal something 
This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (come on) 

Repeat 1 (2x) 

Listen, money is missing and it's hectic (what?) 
Found the safe, checked it 
Shit looks detected (what?) 
Just what I expected when I got no word from him 
Asked around but ain't nobody heard from him (uh-huh) 
But money talks and most niggaz is snakes 
So it wasn't long before his man was ready to take 
Me to where he was at, checked my gat 
Threw in a four clip, pumped myself up 
Cause I can't go for that bullshit (come on) 
Fuckin' with my last load of cash ain't the issue 
It's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you 
Takin' back for niggaz in New York and how they told me so 
Now I got to knock his boots, he owes me dough 
Layin' up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob story (come on) 
The famous "Oh you didn't know I got robbed!" story (come on) 
Told it's to me he should be grateful to 
Fuck that bitch! Look at what she made you do 
Now there's love lost and a double cross 
Pointed at that bitch, turned her braids into sauce 
So you wanna be with him (uh) and talk to me like I'm silly (yeah) 
Five bottle of Mo on the floor, boxes of phillys (uh) 
Ten g's in the shoebox under the bed 
And for every g I put a fuckin' slug in his head 
And from then, the moral of the story if you missed it 
Is the grand is always gonna be there 
Just never go against it 

Repeat 1 (2x) 

You cats must not know