* different from the song of the same title on _No Way Out_



[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]

Uncle Puffy?

Can you read us a bedtime story, please?

Huh? Please?



[Puff Daddy]

Alright check this out right here



Woke up smoked up, broked up

What I had left and rolled up, lit it

Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it

Sent her on her way, I got no time today

(Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?)

With all this work I got no time to play (OK)

Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay

Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day

I get an unfair play, then the stairway

That's why I'm like TWA, the airway

Niggas wantin' to believe what they heard through hear-say

Hopin', but forget it

Check the mail, it's a letter from jail, from Hoboken

I open and I read it, it said



[G-Dep]

What da deal son?

It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son

I'mma have to steal one

Caught up on the run with a gun

Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one

What to do?

I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True?

Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you

I hear he's due

You just do what need doin'

Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one



[Puffy]

OK, good

Those cats don't keep it real as they should

Heard they don't pay good

Stand around all day wishin' they could

But this green fufills they dreams

They ain't a team

Answering machine on screen

Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens

Head was mean, had a head for schemes

Told her she get head to see me

But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her



[Female]

Hey yo, what up Playboy?

I'm