One day about six 'o clock 
I'm woke up
By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck
Screechin' off so 
I jump up scratch my nuts
But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up
So I go to the door there's a note it says:"We have Hip Hop hostage with guns to his throatDo the right thing and we might let him goBut if you call the police that's all she wroteYou know what the motive is it's all about doughAnd in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo."
I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down
But I peeped 
Foxy Brown sippin' 
Cristal in the background
With fake alligator boots on
And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a 
Versace suit on
I immediately called 
PrimoI said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the doubleDon't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my restMeet me and D & D in an half an hourAnd bring all ya shit wit' you 'cause you know what we got to do."
Yo Afu! (Whassup?) 
Lets jet-son like 
ElroyIf I recall correctly 
I last saw hip-hop down at 
Bad BoyWe'll see if 
Puff knows whassup'cause he's the one gettin' him drunk and fuckin' his mind up
We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found
So we snatch up 
Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down"Now where's Hip-Hop?!" "Aaight, aaight..." he confessed:"Suge came and took him from Puff last night,He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..."
So we went to 
L.A. later that evenin'
When we got there, everything was aaight
And we brought 
Hip-Hop back home that night.
ONE DAY...