"1-900-Hustler" lyrics - JAY-Z

[Beanie Sigel:]
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem shorty?

[Shorty:]
Yeah whattup man
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me

[Beanie Sigel:]
Alright; hold on - Hova, line one

[Jay-Z:]
Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you send him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around
But I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown
I get that butter all night
'Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike
They keep buyin hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I never been robbed in my life"
Or - you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and
Let her introduce you 'round town like her man
Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent
Then - before they look up you sellin the town cook-up
Or - gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit
Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still there Brooklyn?

[Shorty:]
Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one

[Jay-Z:]
Make out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla [click*, *dial tone]

[Beans:] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
[Chris:] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
[Beans:] Whattup?
[Chris:] I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game