Lyrics:

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)

Look at me
Don Dada
Poppa Doc

Check my blood pressure, they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm
Nigga, 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 niggas 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, niggas wanna see how we ride?
Bitch, you know the motherfuckin' side
World motherfuckin' wide

Make your hustle official
And them niggas 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

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)

Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
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
Nigga, shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute, I got too much loot
Ya say I'm on your hit list, you niggas 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, nigga 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!

Make your hustle official
And them niggas 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

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)

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?

Ask about me
Ask about me