Inside Job
Xzibit Lyrics

So it's one fifteen in the mornin'
The song starts with the time, which sets the scene for the events that will follow

I'm comin' up, a hard day, serve
The singer has had a difficult day and is now getting high to relax

We gettin' drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll
The group is drinking, smoking, and rolling a third joint

Non-stop cash flow
The artist is talking about the continuous flow of money coming in

Twenty thousand dollars and the rest cuttin' Yayo
The group has made $20,000 and is cutting cocaine to sell

We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up
The group has the drugs, but their associate is late to pick them up

Get him on the phone, hurry up 'cause I ain't tryin' to get stuck
They try to call their associate to hurry up because they don't want to get stuck waiting

So what the fuck is the hold up?
The artist is frustrated with the delay

('Nigga sit your ass in a chair and I'll be right there')
The associate tells them to wait and he will be there soon

Reminds me I gotta shake the spot
The artist realizes he should leave the location to avoid trouble

I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cop wait
The singer has women waiting for him but has to leave because of the drug deal

Yo, who is that man?
The artist sees a man and wonders who he is

('He wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back')
The associate tells them that the man will spend some money and come back

That's when I shoulda got the heater
The singer realizes he should have gotten his gun for protection

But I was too busy in the kitchen countin' money
The singer was focused on counting the money and did not think of getting his gun

And takin' shots of Tequila
The artist was also drinking shots of tequila

Started countin out twelve when it hit me with gallons of seman
The artist was about to count out $12,000 but is interrupted by a sudden attack

If you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note's rang
The singer thinks of his friend Rocksteady, who would have come to his aid when he needed it

Before I could yell out to lock the front
The singer is unable to give a warning before the attackers come in

Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck
The attackers rush in with a shotgun and tell the artist to duck

Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked
The artist is upset that he is caught up in this situation

I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap
The artist is trapped in the kitchen without his gun

('Where's the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?')
The attackers demand to know where the money is

Woulda killed Terminators only D between us
The artist is saying that he would have killed them easily if he had his gun

Is a stove and a refrigerator
All he has to defend himself is a stove and a refrigerator

Came in and put the gauge to my chest
The attackers aim the shotgun at the singer's chest

Took the money off the table
The attackers take the money from the table

And said ('Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?')
They demand to know where the rest of the money is

You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman
The attackers came directly to the artist, who was holding the money

Twenty thousand cash, neatly stacked, wrapped in rubber bands
The amount of money stolen was $20,000, which was stacked and wrapped in rubber bands

Snatched the whole shit and broke out
The attackers took all the money and ran away

I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch
The artist gets his gun from under the couch in the living room

Smashed out to the middle of the street started blastin'
The artist runs out to the street and starts shooting at the attackers' getaway car

Dumpin' at the getaway car but they was mashin'
The attackers are driving away too fast for the artist to hit them

I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action
The singer thinks he hears his friends coming to help, but it is too late

Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin'
The police arrive on scene with their lights flashing

These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty
The attackers got away with at least $50,000

Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad 'cause the K-9 bit me
The singer is angry that he was bitten by a police dog and is now in handcuffs

Shipped me off downtown for the bookin'
The singer is taken to the police station for booking

Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin'
The artist throws away his drugs when the police are not looking

Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors
The police take his fingerprints, hold tape, and use detectors to collect evidence

One at the door, another one askin' questions
The police are at the door and asking the singer questions

Stupid shit like 'Who was I shootin' at?'
The police ask the singer questions that are irrelevant and unhelpful

Was it gang related and where do they kick it at?
The police are asking if the incident is gang-related and where gang members hang out

But I didn't say shit I can tell from all the people involved
The artist refuses to speak because he knows there are others involved

It was an inside job
The artist realizes that the robbery was carried out by someone who was close to him

But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'll hunt you down
The singer warns that he is not someone you want to rob because he will track you down

Fuck the money, I'll take you off and accept the loss
The artist is saying that he doesn't care about the money and will take revenge instead

Set bail at fifteen g's, no sweat
The singer can afford to pay bail of $15,000 without worry

Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet
The singer narrowly avoided being caught by the police while driving later that night

Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right
The singer's friends come to pay bail, which is okay

Since I'm already here I'mma spend the night
The artist decides to spend the night in jail even though he has the option to leave