Catz Don't Know Songtext

DMX - Catz Don't KnowUh, it's that real shit yoGrrr!1 - Can't stopGotta eatStepping on, my feetSpread love, think it's sweetUh, uh, uh all you catz don't knowRepeat 1Yeah baby, shit's about to jump off andLookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up northBeen like three years since when got knockedSince he got caughtPunked up like five new blocks, holding down for itKept a nigga straight with money in the booksAnd them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooksTook him shopping, money in his pocket is straightDropped him off at the wife's crib after we ateOur estate was the next move for meHad to make that nigga chill for at least two to three monthsCause when it's on, it's onHe didn't careIt's like slow down babyThe money ain't going nowhereKeep in touch though and show how much your ass is with itThe dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on)You gotta watch a nigga just coming home in a gameCause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grainRepeat 1 (2x)I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulledWhat is strange is the change that niggaz go throughWhen they're locked down and really can't hack itA motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacketStrap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like meAnd by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike, D?"Wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to himUsed to be my dog, so I let my cousin do himSent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in VACause the money comes quickHalf of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him (damn)But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him (damn)Got him up out of there and sent him down a little furtherAin't heard from him in two months, murder, murderAnd from the next flight thinking I might have to steal somethingThis hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (come on)Repeat 1 (2x)Listen, money is missing and it's hectic (what?)Found the safe, checked itShit looks detected (what?)Just what I expected when I got no word from himAsked around but ain't nobod yheard from him (uh-huh)But money talks and most niggaz is snakesSo it wasn't long before his man was ready to takeMe to where he was at, checked my gatThrew in a four clip, pumped myself upCause I can't go for that bullshit (come on)Fuckin' with my last load of cash ain't the issueIt's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss youTakin' back for niggaz in New York and how they told me soNow I got to knock his boots, he owes me doughLayin' up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob story (come on)The famous "Oh you didn't know I got robbed!" story (come on)Told it's to me he should be grateful toFuck that bitch! Look at what she made you doNow there's love lost and a double crossPointed at that bitch, turned her braids into sauceSo you wanna be with him (uh) and talk to me like I'm silly (yeah)Five bottle of Mo on the floor, boxes of phillys (uh)Ten g's in the shoebox under the bedAnd for every g I put a fuckin' slug in his headAnd from then, the moral of the story if you missed itIs the grand is always gonna be thereJust never go against itRepeat 1 (2x)You cats must not know