3 Stories

(Dyme)
Better sit down for my side of the story
I look into the eyes of the jury, I worry
All I really wanted was that cream, I never did mean
To leave a dead body on the scene
What started off as a bad joke
Made a nigga that was broke think he could get paid off the soap
Only for a minute, drove a Q-45 Infinit
With black tints, never saw who was in it
Who got the last laugh, niggas thought we was fools
Jokes on you, we got him for the jewels
Little did they know, baby girl on the D-low
Saw us in court now see us at a show
Ask me what I plead I gotta say filthy
Richer than Rich and for the courts I'm not guilty
I ain't hear nothing, and I ain't see jack
So don't even ask me where the money at
I don't know

(Chorus)
3 stories, but only one crime
The truth, there's your version and theere's mine
But I'm guilty until I'm proved innocence
They wanna frame me and plant all evidence
2x

(DMX)
Aiyyo this how it's going down
When money come in with the raw, after I hit him with the dough
You hit him with the four
Now don't be nervous, I'm gonna be there with you the whole time
Perform the service, we gonna get there, the whole nine
Shssh, I think I hear him coming, I hope it all goes well
Get in the closet, when you hear me call, come out raising hell
*Knock sound* "Who Carlos? Yeah, you alone"? "Chu alone? Yeah"
Well come in and take the battery off your phone
We don't want any unexpected calls, no type of interruptions
"Aiyo, you got...hold up D, I think I hear something"
Man, you bugging, it's nothing but your mind fucking with you
But to myself I'm thinking "Watch it when this nine fucking hit you"
Blap Blap Blap (Gave it to him, through the door)
Left with what we came with, plus like three kis of raw
And on the floor is Carlos, hit with the hallows
And all that follows is skidmarks from Tahoes

(Chorus)
3 stories, but only one crime
The truth, there's your version and there's mine
But I'm guilty until I'm proved innocent
They wanna frame me and plant all evidence
2x

(Dyme)
Raise your right hand and put your left on the book
Yeah, I can tell, looking on yo eyes you shook
I'm going to the top of the roof, I'll be the look out
Put the infar-red on anybody trying to get out
And what's this all about, hell just broke loose
I saw it coming so I came down from the roof
Did a dealy-daley, ran up a tally
Bumped into Carlos' man in the alley
Just hand over everything you got and you better not
Try and get away and make me chase you up the block
But I'm a let you run cause you stuck
Nowhere to go, on a dead end, now you stuck
Now they want to call witnesses and put me on the stand
Think I'ma lie for you, you ain't my man
I got a masterplan I could put to the test
If they ask for the stash no no hablo inglés