Song lyrics Jail visit interlude by Ma$e

[Mase:] Yo, yo check it, when we go in to see the nigga, B
just say it, B. That´s all you gotta do wit this nigga

[Trey:] Oh man that´s, that´s more your man than mine

[Mase:] Yo, why the fuck you can´t just say what you
said you was gon´ say when you seen him on Saturday.
And you saw him and you still ain´t say it and it´s goin´ on
Sunday, though.

[Trey:] Man you tell him half, I´ll tell him the other half

[Prisoner:] What the deal?

[Mase:] Whassup my nigga, got your gomez, me and Trey here.

[Prisoner:] Yo, y´all still on the corner, huh?

[Trey:] Whassup man?

[Mase:] Nigga don´t look right clean, right?
This nigga don´t smoke no more.

[Prisoner:] Hard to tell, huh?

[Trey:] Yeah, I´m aight.

[Prisoner:] Ok, so let´s rip your pockets open. What´s the deal?
You know I´m gettin´ married and all that, right?

[Mase:] Word?

[Trey:] Yeah, (to Mase) Now you definitely gotta tell him)

[Mase:] Fuck you mean I could tell him?

[Prisoner:] One of y´all better tell me, come on, whassup?
Mase, you gotta tell me, hit me I´ll fuck y´all niggas up if y´all don´t
tell me.

[Mase:] Yo check it, You know shorty got a trick, not a trick
but you know, it´s a trip that, that you know, we was watchin´
We was coming out the club and shorty was getting out the car
With money that we ain´t shottin´ at on 18th street

[Prisoner:] What shorty? Not my shorty. The one
I´m gettin´ married to?

[Mase:] The shorty you gettin´ married to.

[Prisoner:] Fuck that bitch, yo.
Wasn´t gon´ marry her anyway, you know? I´m just tellin´ her dreams,
you know me.

[Mase:] Little devil.

[Prisoner:] Oh, man.

[Mase:] Word B, fuck that bitch, though.

[Prisoner:] If *you* say it, fuck that bitch.
NOT MY FUCKIN´ SHORTY, NOT MY FUCKIN´, FUCKIN´ BITCH
Y´ALL CRAZY MAN, Y´ALL MOTHA´ FUCKERS IS CRAZY

[Mase:] You what´s wrong with you, dog?

[Prisoner:] I loved her.