Be With Me
Cam'ron & Vado Lyrics

Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Join us and come to Harlem, the place that we call home

Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
We want to show you around our neighborhood and give you a glimpse into our daily lives as members of Dip Set

Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
Come to my home in Harlem with me, where in the early 90s things were rough and not glamorous

I was so damn grimey
I was very dirty and unkempt

'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes Or jewelry wit the X's O's
I didn't have any new or stylish clothes, nor any jewelry with the iconic diamond and X design

My house had asbestos
My home was contaminated with the hazardous material known as asbestos

I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat Mice run around the damn sticky trap
I am preparing to sell and distribute drugs, while mice run freely around the trap meant to catch them

Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter Hit me, I was back at her
Come to my home where my mother discovered my drugs and threw them out, causing me to lash out physically at her. She then grabbed a bat and hit me, and I hit her back in retaliation

Come home where I duck the DT's Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
Come to my home, where I try to avoid the police and wait in line for free government cheese

Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
Come to my home where I stand guard with my gun, and eat simple meals like toast with mayonnaise and pepper. I have also slept with a prostitute, and anyone who ever threatened me was dealt with violently

Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin' Where I begged Kim to have the abortion Money, brown bag, extortion Caution, where there's tragedy often Relax in a coffin
Come to my home where people show off their wealth very quickly, where I begged Kim to have an abortion, where money is obtained through illegal means, and where danger and death are always near

And the bitch know I'm serious 'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period So come home wit me
Women know I am serious about avoiding pregnancy, as I am never scared except in the event of a missed period

Where the girls want to come home wit me They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!" Love to see the chrome wit me The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50 Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60 Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
Come to my home where women want to have sex with me and are impressed by my fancy car and expensive lifestyle. I have also lost money in gambling and borrowed money from my friend Jones. Additionally, I have successfully dealt crack cocaine

So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+ I'm the first one wit hard luck Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks Aww shucks!
Come to my home where I make a lot of money, enough to purchase expensive cars and other luxury items. I am successful despite a history of bad luck

Yo come home wit me To the streets, the slums, the ghettos That's come to me Every night my girl crying "Come home to me" No! Come home wit me
Come to my home in the poor, dangerous area of Harlem that I am from. Despite my girlfriend's pleas for me to stay home, I choose to go out into the streets and the slum areas

Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in
Come to my home where there are a lot of police around, making things feel intense. While the food may be bad and spoiled, the pot used to cook drugs is boiling. This is the same pot my mother used to cook with, but she left the oil in it

Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds Niggas don't listen to broads They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours
Come to my home where women are deceitful and men don't take what they say seriously. Women will have you in legal trouble dealing with children that are not yours

Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock
Come to my home where there is gun violence and even the front door doesn't work properly

Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin' Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+
Come to my home where people are looking for conflict and children are subject to being tricked and taken advantage of.

Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even
Come to my home where guns are frequently fired, where drugs are used, and where even children can be killed for getting revenge

Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind 'Cause bitches leave them martians behind Pray to God that I'm fine
Come to my home where it is important to always practice safe sex, as women may leave behind used condoms and you could be at risk of a sexually transmitted disease

Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me Come on walk through this cold city Where these kids need food Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules
Come to my home and take a walk with me through the chilly streets of the city. Many children here are living in poverty and need food. Some men need faith and guidance, while some women need to adhere to social norms

Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck Phonies off, rentings backed up
Come to my home where many people are living in poverty and barely making ends meet. There are also people who pretend to be wealthy while they are actually struggling financially

Come on home wit me, niggas strap up Hit the streets gats up Clap up, and get they money back up
Come to my home where people are armed and ready to engage in violent crime in order to make money

Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it So don't get trapped in it
Come to my home where drugs are prevalent and it's important to be careful not to get caught up in them

Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um... Leave me alone So early I was free to just rome Wit 7 keys to the home 11 trees to the dome 13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
Come to my home where my parents were not present and I had a lot of freedom as a child. I began dealing drugs at a young age of only 13

Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run And my dog stay bustin his gun Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun Keep a blade up in they gums This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
Come to my home where the public transportation is limited and my friend is always carrying a gun. There is a sense of excitement and thrill associated with getting away with illegal activities. Many people feel they have to be ready to defend themselves at all times. It's clear that outsiders will never truly understand our neighborhood

Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door Fiends come coppin' the raw Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
Come to my home where people are constantly knocking, looking to buy drugs. Clothes, shoes, and other items are scattered everywhere. My mother is paranoid about the police being at the door

There's some locks on the door
I may have locks on my door to protect my home from intruders

Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30 One gram on that butter is 30 Sold grams wit my cousin birdy School, cutting it early Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
Come to my home where my grandmother is just 30 years old because of young parenthood, and one gram of a drug is worth $30. I dealt drugs with my cousin Birdy, and would cut school to do so

Come on home wit me, these are the facts Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case And shit he still pleading his case
Come to my home where these are the actual events that have occurred. Steve Francis and Latifah have been robbed, Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green, and Sauce has been apprehended by the police for drug-related offenses

Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you" But I wouldn't take them home wit you Come home wit me, get stoned wit me Get zoned wit me, the crome you see Dip set come home wit me
Come to my home where women want to do drugs and have sex with me, but I wouldn't bring them home. Instead, let's do drugs and chill out together. Dip Set, my group, is who I represent and who I want to come to my home

Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa! Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana
These are the members of my rap group Dip Set, including Jim Jones, Killa Cam himself, Freakey Zeekey, and Juelz Santana