| Song | Criminology - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Artist | Dennis Coles |
| Album | Def Jam Recordings Presents Music Inspired By Scarface |
| Intro：raekwon (plus sample of tony montana having an argument) | |
| "i told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey | |
| Not to fuck me." | |
| "hey hey, who the fuck you think you goin for huh??!" | |
| "who the fuck you think i am your fuckin dough-boy?" | |
| "you wanna go to war?.... wanna go to war, ok?" | |
| Comin up on half a mil, we build | |
| Get real god, taking you on another one son | |
| Uhh, julio igleasias | |
| Makin cream like that nigga | |
| Verse one: ghostface killer | |
| Yo, first of all son, peep the arson | |
| Many brothers i be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark | |
| Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture | |
| I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture | |
| Extravagant, rza bake the track and it's militant | |
| Then i react, like a convict, and start killin shit | |
| It's manifested, the gods work like appliances | |
| Dealin in my cypher i revolve around sciences | |
| The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway | |
| You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) | |
| No question, i send your ass back, right to the essence | |
| Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin | |
| While i'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops | |
| Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause cash rules | |
| Everything around me black as you can see | |
| Swallow this murder one verse like god degree | |
| Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction | |
| You adapt like a flashback chain reaction | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Just a minute son... | |
| Ak's black bust back like seventy macs | |
| I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black | |
| Ron g, you know he coincide with me see | |
| Marvelous, menace fo' society | |
| But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with ghost | |
| I max the most shotguns through the nose | |
| Phonograph hip-hop put me on top | |
| 'lo wears, and tommy hil fly shit with a knot | |
| The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit | |
| Do or die shit, i'll take your lie and shit | |
| And then you know i'm runnin through the penal foul | |
| Four-toothed child was wild | |
| The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid | |
| No i'm not doin a nid | |
| Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got | |
| Stuck, and the nigga chain was truck | |
| Yo fuck that, criminology rap | |
| Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest ac | |
| Nigga... bring it! | |
| Yeah | |
| Outro: raekwon | |
| Much love go to new york city | |
| All my tommy hil ice rockin niggaz |
| Intro: raekwon plus sample of tony montana having an argument | |
| " i told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey | |
| Not to fuck me." | |
| " hey hey, who the fuck you think you goin for huh??!" | |
| " who the fuck you think i am your fuckin doughboy?" | |
| " you wanna go to war?.... wanna go to war, ok?" | |
| Comin up on half a mil, we build | |
| Get real god, taking you on another one son | |
| Uhh, julio igleasias | |
| Makin cream like that nigga | |
| Verse one: ghostface killer | |
| Yo, first of all son, peep the arson | |
| Many brothers i be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark | |
| Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture | |
| I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture | |
| Extravagant, rza bake the track and it' s militant | |
| Then i react, like a convict, and start killin shit | |
| It' s manifested, the gods work like appliances | |
| Dealin in my cypher i revolve around sciences | |
| The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway | |
| You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway blaow! blaow! blaow! | |
| No question, i send your ass back, right to the essence | |
| Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin | |
| While i' ll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops | |
| Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause cash rules | |
| Everything around me black as you can see | |
| Swallow this murder one verse like god degree | |
| Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction | |
| You adapt like a flashback chain reaction | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Just a minute son... | |
| Ak' s black bust back like seventy macs | |
| I' m all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black | |
| Ron g, you know he coincide with me see | |
| Marvelous, menace fo' society | |
| But anyway, let' s toast, champagne thoughts with ghost | |
| I max the most shotguns through the nose | |
| Phonograph hiphop put me on top | |
| ' lo wears, and tommy hil fly shit with a knot | |
| The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit | |
| Do or die shit, i' ll take your lie and shit | |
| And then you know i' m runnin through the penal foul | |
| Fourtoothed child was wild | |
| The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid | |
| No i' m not doin a nid | |
| Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got | |
| Stuck, and the nigga chain was truck | |
| Yo fuck that, criminology rap | |
| Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest ac | |
| Nigga... bring it! | |
| Yeah | |
| Outro: raekwon | |
| Much love go to new york city | |
| All my tommy hil ice rockin niggaz |