[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby; don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Jay-Z]
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that go with the Porsche
Feelin’ no remorse, feelin’ like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law nigga, grippin’ my balls
Said the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin’
All the ballers is bouncin’ they like the way I be leanin’
All the rappers be hatin’, off the track that I'm makin’
But all the hustlers they love it, just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pops
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga ‘cause I'm straight with the Roc

[Chorus: Verve (Jay-Z)]
'Cause it's a bittersweet…symphony this life
(If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off)
(Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off)
Trying to make ends meet, you’re a slave to money then you die

[Bridge One: Jay-Z x2]
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Jay-Z]
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin’ to get me a Rover
Tryin’ to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the heckler close; you know them smokers'll test ya, but like
Fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin’, now
Fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em, now
Fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling in case
Fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin’
With a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real

[Verve]
You know I can’t change, I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

[Bridge One: Jay-Z x4]

[Jay-Z]
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that Black…Album then I back…out it
As the best rapper alive, nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, grams to Grammy’s
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin’ out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

[Verve]
You know I can’t change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no