The Cycle's Sick
Cam'ron Lyrics

I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet)
Despite projecting a tough exterior, the artist is admitting to being afraid of the repercussions of his actions and the people surrounding him.

Yo, ya'll little girls singin a song hoes sing Ya'll need lower back tattos, toe rings Eye brows arched, belly pierced the whole thing Who, oh-no, low blows, to the coke king
The artist is criticizing and demeaning the women who participate in the drug culture that he operates in.

I sold blow some thug things, I'm a slinger I run a drug ring can't put it on yah finger I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just linger I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis stringer
The artist is admitting to being involved in the drug trade and claims to be good at it. He also notes his religious affiliation as a Muslim in New York City.

Off ice, but on ice, the money chill Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills I'm vest glocked up, yah chest I red dot up You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best product baby
The artist boasts about his ability to make money from selling drugs, noting that he has the best product in the game and is well-armed for any potential threats.

I'm a hustler used skills god done gave me Know them cop cars you can un mark-em baby Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up lazy Had run ins with the atf, marks, and navy
The artist claims that his skills are God-given and brags about his ability to evade law enforcement. He acknowledges the danger of the lifestyle and the need to stay alert.

Man I might just quit you know the cycles sick? When they go to court to snitch, on michael vick? I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll
The artist is expressing his discontent with the dangerous cycle of the drug trade, questioning whether it's worth it. He also alludes to the dangers of snitching, which could lead to serious consequences for those involved.

Ay yo! some lean, when I land the lar A 100 grand handed here Crystal pets dogs, cats, panda bears Liqour, came up here reflection off the chandaler But baby while we're standin here Let's go another rant a year Said cam thts the ocean and the sand right there? I looked at her and nodded like, you damn right there Mah you drunk too much, yah drink here and here
The artist indulges in luxury items like expensive alcohol, jewelry, and even pets. He also flirts with a woman and agrees to go on a trip with her.

I love the public but I don't need the fan fare I read the fan mail it help me hustle when I'm tryna make this damn mail Or even pay my man bail I'm jack and jill kept the water in the tan pail Fuck school told my teacher that I can't fail Cops in the club sippin on champell, can't tell Wire on tapein on the hand held Before you cross the street you need your hand held Before you get hit, I spit sick, whip dip
The artist has mixed feelings about fame, but feels grateful for fan mail that helps him stay motivated to make money for himself and his friends. He references his rebellious nature and further brags about his skills and success in selling drugs.

Don't get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah idol b? You don't idol me? shit why you listenin? No rims o.t I'm ridin on the michelin
The artist states that he doesn't want any trouble with his rivals, denying any idolization from his listeners. He also notes that he doesn't need fancy rims on his cars to show off his wealth.

I'm tryna get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend If the edition is new? Michael Biv and them I might get rid of them the site I might revist in Pets as my neighbors, I'm a lower body citizen Shit, I wish the lord could fin my prison friends To fly to comply, we was on a mission then Vision girls use to call us the kitchen men Cause we was cookin more then them whip it whip it in Let the shit begin, we get it how we ship it in, The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend Baby boy that's when you coppin coke, alot to rope I'm a city slicker, that can knock a boat
The artist continues to boast about his wealth and ambition, claiming that he can afford expensive goods and imagining a life where he lives next to exotic pets. He also references his past criminal activities and again boasts about his success as a drug dealer, noting that he can move large shipments of drugs without getting caught by law enforcement.