Lyrics Masta Ace – The Count (Skit)

James Brown:
Down and out, New York City
Ain’t nowhere to be, where can you go?
When you’re down and out in New York City

Fats:
(One, two, three, four, five)
(Six, seven, eight, nine, ten)

Masta Ace:
God damn that’s a lot of cash, yo

Fats:
(One, two, three, four, five)

Masta Ace:
I ain’t seen that much money in my life

Fats:
(Yeah, I know)

Masta Ace:
Crazy

Fats:
(One, two, three, four, five)

Masta Ace:
Ayo, how they not gonna’ have HBO in this
Bullshit ass hotel, for real yo

Fats:
(I don’t know)

Masta Ace:
C’mon man

Fats:
(One, two, three, four, five)

Masta Ace:
Ayo I heard if you fold up a 20 dollar bill, right?
You can see the World Trade Center on fire and shit

Fats:
(Jesus Christ, would you shut the fuck up?)
(You’re gonna’ make me lose count again)

Masta Ace:
My bad, just shooting the shit

Fats:
(Six, seven)
(Here)

Masta Ace:
What’s this for?

Fats:
(That’s just for letting me go on tour with you)
(Because we just developed this nice little partnership)
(And I gotta’ say it was a good summer for me)

*door knocking*

Fats:
(What, you order room service?)

Masta Ace:
Hell naw’, room service?
This is Motel 6 man, c’mon

Fats:
(Let me see, Uh who is it?)

Maintenance guy:
(Hotel maintenance, I’ve come to fix the toilet)

Fats:
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, just a minute)
(Let me put something on)
(Get that bag over there)
(That bag, don’t forget that bag right there)
(Fuck)

Masta Ace:
Now I know you’re probably wondering
What I was doing in that hotel room with Fats Belvedere
Sorrounded by bags of cash and credit cards
And counterfeit cashier’s checks
I can’t front, I’m asking myself that same shit right now
Well it all started a few months earlier
It was the first day of summer
In the borough of Brooklyn