| Uh-huh! |
| This goes out to all those backstabbers |
| Uhh (EPMD, EPMD) |
| I see you, uhh, yup (you know what it is) |
| You know what it is, yeah |
| Uhh, you ain’t foolin nobody |
| Yo, aiyyo you learn from mistakes made |
| You’re never free until your karma debt’s fully paid |
| That’s why you stay on the path that your parents laid |
| Cause you never know who could be friend or foe |
| Even got some fam hatin, yeah a brother know |
| They say who’d you put on and cold slam the door |
| In your face like they never seen you before |
| Like you ain’t totally down to take 'em on tour |
| Now everyone got a business on the top floor |
| They say what goes around comes around quick |
| Me and E see it yeah we just laugh at it |
| We got past our problems in the past and moved on |
| That’s why mics are gettin wrecked and we gettin strong |
| Cause the past don’t matter so kill the chit-chatter |
| EPMD reappear like abracadabra |
| Spot the devil real quick then rebuke that future backstabber |
| «What they do?» Now I can pick 'em all the time (backstabbers) |
| «What they do?» They always get you from behind (backstabbers) |
| They know, and I know «What they do?» (backstabbers) |
| And then they wanna «smile in your face» |
| Yo P you can’t trust nobody, not even family |
| Mad you got a Benz and they pushin a Camry |
| Walk around all day, steam like Stanley |
| Like he makin me sick, ain’t that some shit? |
| But things change, after you break off some change |
| They whole madface get rearranged |
| Ain’t that funny, how things are when it comes down to money? |
| Clouds turn to sunny |
| I’m always bummy, scared to put somethin on fly |
| Cause they might want somethin from me |
| See me on TV? That means I’m gettin it |
| See me with a chick, they think I’m hittin it |
| Well maybe that~! But that don’t give you right |
| To count my cash, or judge my past |
| That’s my garbage pail inside, that’s my trash |
| That’s my safe, that’s my stash, backstabbers |
| Aiyyo — they smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash |
| Mad and stuff because they don’t have cash |
| Like the E Double (or the PMD) |
| Yeah someone’s happy to see the E not talkin to P |
| (Or the P not talkin to E) |
| But no one’s stronger than God cause this here’s chemistry |
| And you can plainly see that gold LP |
| 20 joints in the industry, lemme jog your memory |
| Yeah, EPMD, ha! |
| Backstabbers, they all over, haters, uh-huh |
| Hate you now, yes |
| It’s all good |