Misery Needs Company Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty 

Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze 

Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin' 

Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in 

On the way to home base 

First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place 

We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin' new 

Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you 

That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go 

Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know 

We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke 

My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes 

I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right 

Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right? 

And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game 

Decision, grow cocaine 

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I don't want no cure for this 

You switch, I pour the Cris 

And just, stay rich, and reminisce 

While I count my chips 

Yo, you scared to death, misery need company 

Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers 

Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal 

Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain 

Throw the Range off, police-iano 

Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now 

The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us 

And you wonder why you can't find us 

I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares 

Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked 

For what seemed like a million years, yeah 

This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go 

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That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact 

I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack 

Joey Crack, the mack without the hat 

And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac 

I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost 

T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss 

Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe 

Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough 

Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando 

So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono 

That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly 

Every time I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me 

My heart is empty 

Never feelin' remorse 

I got a sniper one killed in the cross 

Ready to kill your boss 

Yo, you scared to death, misery need company 

Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers 

Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal 

Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain 

Throw the Range off, police-iano 

Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now 

The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us 

And you wonder why you can't find us 

Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend 

Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven 

Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too 

Mad fly too, a thug too 

Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos 

Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's 

Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what" 

'Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo 

I told niggas, that you did it for show 

But niggas thought you was ill yo 

Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so 

Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough 

Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's 

My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros 

You know how that goes, DE's light it up though 

We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it 

Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company 

Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers 

Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal 

Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain 

Throw the Range off, police-iano 

Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now 

The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us 

And you wonder why you can't find us 

Ha ha, mad rappers 

Stain off, range off, watch out 

Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos 

Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah