| [Intro] | |
| ([Jay-Z]Best rapper alive) x4 | |
| [Jay-Z] Whoo!...Ladies and gentlemen... | |
| [Eminem] You're now about to witness the power of... | |
| [Jay-Z] H, to the Izzo... and... | |
| [Eminem] Shady (ha-ha)... It's showtime | |
| [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] | |
| Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin | |
| And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm | |
| Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison | |
| A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high | |
| I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people | |
| Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers | |
| Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns | |
| Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on? | |
| I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm | |
| Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon | |
| I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred | |
| I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread | |
| Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you | |
| I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to | |
| plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight | |
| Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so | |
| What could you do to me? It's not new to me | |
| Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? | |
| But you will respect me, simple as that | |
| Or I got no problem goin back | |
| I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat | |
| Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped | |
| So off we go, let the trumpets blow | |
| And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro | |
| The ruler's back | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (Best Rapper Alive) x4 | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh | |
| I, am, BACK, niggaz - | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Turn the motherfuckin music up | |
| [Jay-Z & Eminem] Can't leave rap alone the game needs me | |
| [Eminem]\"Give me the mic, show me where the fucking studio's at\" | |
| [Verse 2 - Eminem] | |
| There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this | |
| And it's the, most sinister duo in the business | |
| Once again its the, illest and realest killas | |
| The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice | |
| Drop them zeros and get with these heroes | |
| Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us, and it's | |
| Not over 'till we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners | |
| Will keep spinnin', this is Hip Hop when it's in it's | |
| Truest form, the greatest, Hate us or love us | |
| Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin' those pins in us | |
| Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is | |
| The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is | |
| And as sick as his music is, or was, still is | |
| Whatever, forever, he will be the illest | |
| To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next | |
| He's already reconciled with his ex, a chainsaw and an axe | |
| Jump a bitch's desk, strangle her neck | |
| While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax | |
| I sprays the vex, yeah bring Shady on back | |
| The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack | |
| Resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad | |
| I've gone mad, my comrade Dre-zy automatically | |
| He says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that | |
| I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track | |
| In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap | |
| I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that | |
| Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass | |
| I'm done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (Best Rapper Alive) x4 |