Song lyrics Intro a million and one questions rhyme no more by Jay Z

[somebody whispering]
Somebody´s pulling me closer to the ground
I ain´t panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain´t no rapper, I´m a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I´m reloaded!
(music drops in)

[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y´all niggaz asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall off?
No...

...a lot of speculation
on the monies I´ve made, honeys I´ve slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I´ve met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What´s the position you hold? Can you really match
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you´re left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I´m looking at my Rol´ ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese´s
Latinos and Cheve´s, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer all your questions but then y´all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW!

Roc-A-Fella y´all, uhh, uh
Know my style

Motherfuckers can´t rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I´m no more, cause I´m so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn´t for me, niggaz still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don´t want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don´t listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applyin the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I´m the boss and this is how it´s gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read ´He Was Holdin No Leaks´
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I sold D
And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain´t have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made ´Sophie´
Then I went low key, but now I´m back it´s on
Motherfuckers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Fella y´all
Uhh, feel this