" I was on 125 and St. Nick
Waitin' on a cab, standin' in the rain
Under my heart, three clouds of pain
She got the best of me, what was her destiny?
Maybe I should lick her wit' my nine millime... ter ..
My mind is in a blur
'Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur
Me and this girl Jane Doe was livin' together ..
We were inseparable, no one could sever
At least that's what I thought, but later I fought
With a substance, and almost ended up in Supreme Court
When I was on the road doin' shows gettin' ends ..
She was in my Benz gettin' sniffy wit' her friends ..
And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip
My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're startin' to slip ..
Time went on I started noticin' weight loss
Then I had to ask her was she ridin' the white horse ..
At first she said no, then she said yo ..
"Smooth I'm sorry, but I keep havin' visions of snow ..
I need blow ! "
.. and I said Woah, little hottie
I'm not DeLorean, Gambino, or Gotti
I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're makin' me broke
I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks
And what do you know
In 18 months she came home and I let her back in ..
And now she's sniffin' again "