Lyrics:

(DJ Quik)

Hey Pac, it's yo boy
Hey man so far I've been listening to your album
and I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to
You know?

Yeah like that
Some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggaz think
And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah
So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how
Hahahah, feel me?

(Tupac)
I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanours is a small thing
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Running through the street lights cause we like
Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino
Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note
Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo
Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right
The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night'

(Chorus)

* DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X*

Last night.. last night changed it all
'Pac) In the late night
Last night..
(I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself)
(Pac) In the late night

(Hussein Fatal)
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp
Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just
Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed
Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality
Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent the town
Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds

(Kadafi)
From booty calls to bail sheets
It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night
Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day
might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge
Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze
Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day
chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday
Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles
When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night

(Chorus)

(2Pac)
Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown
Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home
The life of a California star
And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me?
Game is automatic mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches
They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin
It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed
For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded
Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you motherfuckers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking
Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night

(Chorus)