Is it me? Is it me? Could it be the way I kick my game? Could it just be the money and my fame? (Really, really/ I state my thang, thang/My money got your vision blurry, you don’t see me)/ Is it me? Is it me? Could it be the way my Rollie bling? Could it just be the finer things you see? (Really, really/ Bling, bling/ My money got your vision blurry, you don’t see me)
-Krayzie Bone-
We in the club and everybody’s showin’ love (Showin’ love ...), and I figure it’s just because they recognize a thug/ So there I was, mindin’ my business, chillin’, doin’ my thing, and I’m trying to drink with some of my partners, celebratin’ the game/ We came up/ Pop the top off the bottle, light up the hydro/ Now I’m bankin’ on ridin’ home with me a fly hoe/ As the thought was rushin’ through my mind, she caught my eye/ So fine, I’m thinkin’, yeah, she can ride the Line/ She saw me lookin’ at her, damn, she tried to stand up, tryin’ to let a nigga know she got big titties and butt/ But I just analyze the whole thing, she was starin’ at my necklace and my rings, but it wasn’t me
-Chorus-
-Damon Sharpe-(Krayzie Bone)-
You try to hide it, try to cover up the lies/ But I can see the dollar signs shinning in your eyes (Cha Ching, ching, ching!)/ Can’t play me for a fool/ Here’s a dub, now give it up and drop, drop, drop it like it’s hot
-Krayzie Bone-(Damon Sharpe)-
Since ya think you’re so slick (Baby, I feel you)/ And you’re so independent (I like that in you)/ Well, baby, you can pay your own rent (Right)/ And your telephone bills, bills, bills, bills
-Damon Sharpe-
Baby, is it me?
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-(Damon Sharpe)-
My money, you want it (You’re never gonna get it)/ My jewelry, you want it (You’re never gonna get it)/ The Benz, you want it (You’re never gonna get it)/ You better come up on it (You’ll never get it)/ I’m Krayzie, but I ain’t crazy/ So you can take that lame shh, shh, shh (Baby, is it me you really see? Oh yeah)