[Bridge: Mr. Short Khop & Ice Cube]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (A-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (Hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)

[Interlude: Ice Cube]
Look at me
Don Dada
Poppa Doc

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure, they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm
N***a, I'm the bomb!
In the black Testarossa, sippin' on Mimosa
I plead "No, Sir"
I'm in the west wing at the Nikko
Give me cinco kilos from Puerto Rico when I "okay" it
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these n***as was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound, I started lettin' off rounds
Lay the whole fuckin' room down
I don't wanna see Your Honor
Ratha eat piranha from Benihana
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna
I done had it with these addicts and faggots
They done ratted causin' static
Bring me my A-U-T-O-matic
Oh, n***as wanna see how we ride?
Bitch, you know the motherfuckin' side
World motherfuckin' wide
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
Make your hustle official
And them n***as that's wit' you
Gotta push the issue
On them fools that diss you
Whether pump or pistol
When it's up in yo' gristle
Hand yo' mama a tissue
If I decide to kiss you

[Bridge: Mr. Short Khop & Ice Cube]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Mid-West (Hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super n***a
Wit' the triggers at your dome, we like to roam
Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb
And find the money that's gone
And we'll take you, shake you
Break you, make you take two
To your own with the chrome
N***a, shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute, I got too much loot
Ya say I'm on your hit list, you n***as miss
Tryin' to turn my motherfuckin' cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it, hard to fear it
'Cause I know you grew up on my lyrics
It's the boss player
Never lost hair over assholes
Blast holes in you motherfuckin' tadpoles
Like a bullfrog, n***a I'm a bullhog
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians
Or killers on TV can see, we got the real ones
So check your motherfuckin' CD-Rom
And yo' World Wide Web, dot com
It's the Don Mega!
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
Make your hustle official
And them n***as that's wit' you
Gotta push the issue
On the fools that diss you
Whether pump or pistol
When it's up in your gristle
Hand yo' mama a tissue
If I decide to kiss you

[Bridge: Mr. Short Khop & Ice Cube]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Mid-West (Hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)

[Interlude: Mr. Short Khop & Ice Cube]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang)
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang)
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang)
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)
Huh?

[Outro: Ice Cube]
Ask about me
Ask about me