JEALOUSY
Fat Joe Lyrics

Nigga every time you see man You know you want to be me Ain't you can't deny the fact that this fat niggas fly
Other people are jealous of me and want to be me because I'm a cool guy.

Went from Sergio to Kenny To moving them Lamborghini's Got you sick to your stomach Now you ask yourself why
I used to have average things, but now I have expensive cars and lots of money, which makes other people jealous.

Nigga, Crack was the first You seem em in red monkeys And I bet you didn't k now that they came in my size
I wore red monkey jeans before anyone else, and I wear larger sizes than most people realize.

Now its highly controversial if you find me in commercial And you know that G five's the only way that we fly
People are surprised if they see me in a commercial because I'm a famous rapper, and we only fly in G Fives.

Now I'm feeling like Pharrell and Snoop The world beautiful Brazilian, Colombian chicks You know the usual
I feel successful like Pharrell and Snoop, and I hang out with beautiful women from Brazil and Colombia as usual.

Them niggas over there please send them some bottles Cause they lookin' like some haters I don't really need the problems
I see some guys over there who seem jealous and unhappy. I won't start trouble, but they should send them some bottles of alcohol to feel better.

Cause these niggas here We love to give ketchup We bloody up the whole damn room If you let us
My friends and I are violent and aggressive, and if we start fighting, we'll make a huge mess everywhere.

And I ain't tryin' to steal I'm just tryin' to chill And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill
I'm not trying to rob anyone or cause trouble, just relax and smoke some high-quality marijuana with a hundred dollar bill.

Jealousy Nigga, You's a grown man Why you get so jealous Why you take the stand
Why are you acting so jealous and petty like a child? You're a grown man.

Jealousy Why you mad at my bitch Cause she wear fly shit And she push nice whips
Why do you hate my girlfriend because she has fashionable clothes and expensive cars?

Jealousy I don't owe you man I don't know you man I never sold you man
I don't owe you anything or know you personally, so why are you acting jealous and angry?

Jealousy Jealousy Jealousy All these niggas jealous Please don't be mad
Everyone seems jealous of me for no reason. Please don't be angry or jealous of my success.

Don't talk to them boys Bring up my past Don't tell em bout the Macks that I stashed in the grass And that ten mill terror squad Start up cash
Don't talk to the police or anyone about my past criminal activity, like hiding guns or the money I used to start my record company.

I'm a law abiding citizen I barely smoke blunts, now We into real estate We fuckin' with Donald Trump now
I've changed my ways and don't break the law anymore, and I'm investing in real estate now that I'm successful, including working with Donald Trump.

When you know who Told them boys what I been rappin' for years all of a sudden I'm hot
Someone snitched on me to the police or others, but I've been a rapper for years, and now I'm finally popular, ironically.

Cause the only time you see me is probably when I'm on TV Smokin' the cohiba on the deck of my yacht Nigga you could never be me, though I make it seem easy
People only see me on TV or social media, smoking cigars on my yacht. But you can never be me, even if I make it look easy.

Now you got us fucked up Nigga we don't rat We don't talk to them boy's All we do it clap All we do is spill cry's Got that on tap
You're mistaken if you think we'll snitch or talk to the police. Instead, we'll get violent and use guns or knives to fight back.

Look at all the shit I accomplished Not bad for Crack
I'm proud of everything I've achieved, especially considering my upbringing and nickname of Crack (which may refer to dealing drugs or being overweight).

I'm feeling like Christ at the tabernacle Stones are thrown at me Record labels is hiding Nigga's disowning Joey
I feel like a beloved and important religious figure, but people are still criticizing and attacking me. Even my record labels and friends have abandoned me.

And still I throw rocks at tanks The poor peoples champ Go against locks with shanks Yeah I walk the middle of the streets with no body guards
Despite my challenges and enemies, I keep fighting and defending the rights of ordinary people. I might even fight against police or criminals with makeshift weapons like shanks, and I don't have bodyguards protecting me.

Stick up kid salute the hard body god My jail niggas they love this shit Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this shit
Even hardened criminals in jail respect me and enjoy my music, which makes them feel more powerful and ready to use their weapons if needed.

And my niggas on the table Yeah they listen to this Little Coca Little soda Yeah they whipping up shit
Even people who are cooking or selling drugs appreciate my music and use it to feel inspired or distract themselves from their work. They might even be using cocaine or other substances while they listen to my songs.

And I know it sounds eerie but my niggas better hear me If you speaking on the phones it won't be secret to the jury
I'm worried that my friends or associates might reveal too much personal or criminal information if they talk on the phone. The courts or police might be listening to their conversations too.

They hit you wit that Rico I'm not meaning PR I'm talking full scale riots Whole lot of triage
If the authorities suspect you of a major crime, they might charge you with a RICO (Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations) act. This could lead to serious violence, injuries, or medical treatments in the aftermath.

And I know you not scared but please be cautious Cause these jealous ass niggas could be walking amongst us
I know you're not afraid of anything, but please be careful and alert because some jealous and violent people might be around us or watching us.

To my jail niggaz To your street memories I know you can hear me now For the record we love you We miss you
I want to share my love and support for my friends who are in jail or experiencing difficult times on the streets. I know they might hear my songs and feel better or more hopeful, and I miss them.