(P. A. P. Jon)
Hey yo!
You ready?
Let's do it!

mmm yeah!
yeah, c'mon!

Combs:
I'm the definition of broke man, no drugs
fo' get the clubs, no money records, whuzzup!
Prepaid cells, bill collectors after us thugs.
Cardboard shack, we don't laugh that much,
no house, big bangs, don't check the hitlist,
Nothin's changed but the name
We be here, we be nothin but the best,
Can't worry bout writing rhymes, wrote too many bad checks! (Wuh?)
F the boss, rode the bus
don't think cuz I'm pissed off i'ma cool off
who else but Diddy? (yeah, Diddy!) you can't feel me
who would want to touch me? i'm ugly, trust me.
need liposuction dawg, the fat's never left.
I been bugged by creditors to f'n death.
it's official, no money records is completely broke
and, yeah, the mother f'n saga continues.

CHORUS

We ain't goin nowhere
we can't afford the bus
we've just been stopped now
we getting sued by creditors for life

we have spent our last dime
we can't go nowhere
we can't afford bankruptcy now
we be no money for life.

PAP JON

Hey yo straight under the damp interstate streets
It's gettin' hot in herre from the m f'n heat
them big ace trucks got a problem with me? (Wigga, what happened?)
We have discarded pizza boxes with the nutrients good enough to eat
and you know what? (what?) for some strange reason (ughhh!)
I use expired medicine cuz it is the winter season
I have a bad cold (c'mon, c'mon) I can't be leavin'
The rent is cheaper cuz of the pollution i be breathin'
therefore, (what?) we don't watch no b'ball games,
we can't be seein' no mo j. lo's fames
or ben's dreams go up in flames(yeah!) We got a small fire
The cops busted us (yeah) so we had to perspire. (heh)
No pain, no gain (nothing) or even a recourse
My new home is in a old broke down '86 Yugo
with a couple of two liters (**Screeching**) (Yeah)
Oh, F it, we are never going to get on MTV Cribs! (c'mon, let's go)

Chorus

Rico Suave

yeah, yeah, yo, yeah,
Diddy hasn't changed since the texaco
(we miss you ugly b'ch!)
Nothing is glorius
the box reads "APPLES", this can't be serious,
Not a lot of them, just next to the old bus
Got no cash...or water to flow
Hey, Diddy, look at that ugly ace ho!
Not fo' sho, old bottles of soda pop, gettin paid in stock,
a kid threw a big ace rock, said oops, no cash stock,
no money to get (yeah) birds to flip (ughhhh)
a crack under the bridge with a steady ace drip (c'mon)
ho's not to see (ughhh!) make sure they don't know me (they know it's you)
Drop that SHEET, can't believe that NO MONEY(haha)
GHETTO 'til the basket drop (Good Boy) gotta love it
Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon)
Don't believe, we gettin' a pizza like that
Hopefully one day we won't be BROKE (yeah)
We there (ughhhh) No Money, not even enough for a smoke!
[Chorus] - 2X

PAP JON OVER CHORUS

No Money, we play hookey from work
uh, oh! uh, oh? What?
we going to stay under this bridge, we're going to stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin to the shelter, we're gonna stay right here
We ain't goin to the shelter, we're gonna stay right here,
yeah, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
ITS NO MONEY RECORDS C/O '2003 FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!