Who Sang It's O.K.? Fat Joe

Fat Joe Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.) cover art
publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Jimmy Mccracklin, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Lowell Fulsom, Sean Matthews, Senen Reyes
release date: 2001-12-4
length: 3:21
Yeah, right about now
I'm about to slow it up
For that very special lady
I see you right there
But we about to smooth it out for you
Right now
Never, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
It's okay, it's okay
It's okay, hey, we was home anyway
It's alright, it's alright
High, High, we was all more night
*****S! Tryin to come in my
I'm talkin 'bout
*****S! Tryin to come in my
Who? Who?
*****S! Tryin to come in my home
Take my chrome, I say yo "It's On"
If my house, I-I been here(speakin spanish too)
Es me casa why yo viva aqui
[Verse 1]
Yeah, check me out now
The other day I was chillin
In the crib with two women
We just finished swimmin
Now I'm ready to slid up in 'em
They the horny type, bout to get it on
With the only dykes, now I hear the alarm
I'm like, "Holy Christ!"
Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib?
I'm like "Who the **** is this?"
like Notorious Big, he wore a black suit
With a black mask that match
I'm bout to blast his mask off
Push his cabbage back
Make spaghetti out his brain
'cause I'm steady with the aim
*****s comin sideways, gettin petty wit da game
Musta heard about the half in the safe
The stash in the base, iced out
medals in the case
*****s comin wit da chrome
Tryin to sneak up in my home, rumors out
I spent a Mil' on the pump piece alone
I got the heat in my palm
Nobody's seein it though
Step your feet on my lawn
I'm puttin 3 to ya dome!
[Verse 2]
Yeah, verse 2, yo
Now I got these *****es
Screamin fo' they life
Peein on they nice
Gotta funny feelin that
They teamin on the heist
Scheemin on the ice
won't get you nothin but killed
Front if you will, get chopped up
Stuffed in the quill
Back to the lab, got these *****s
After my math, these hoes try to play it off
But they captain is back
They must have teamed up
With some *****s thinkin they sweet
Like I just rapped and
I got a ho waitin in the street
I'm playin for keeps, I see 'em
Creepin on the moniters
Got my temperature risin faster than thermometers
I burn banana clips, make all
My victories unanimous
I'm accurate, once I catch a peak
Hey man, yo *** is hit!
Now I see 'em creepin through the front door
I think not! We exchange shots
Like cops into getting blocked{*gunshot*}
He busts, I bust back{*gunshot*}
He caught one in the chest
The other two got hit up
In the stomache and neck{*gunshots*}
I'm under the desk, freeloading
Puttin slugs in the rest
Wonderin what possessed these *****s
To come in my rest!{*gunshots*}
{*breathing hard*}
You ************s want a war with me?
don't you know I ****in kill *****s?
Here I come!{*gunshots*}
Oh, ****! ************s is dead already!
Yo, where them *****es go?

CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 J.O.S.E.
  • 3 King of N.Y.
  • 4 Opposites Attract (What They Like)
  • 5 Definition of a Don
  • 6 My Lifestyle
  • 7 We Thuggin'
  • 8 Fight Club
  • 9 What's Luv?
  • 10 He's Not Real (intro)
  • 11 He's Not Real
  • 12 The Fuck Up (interlude)
  • 13 Get the Hell on With That
  • 14 It's O.K.
  • 15 Murder Rap
  • 16 The Wild Life
  • 17 Still Real
  • 18 We Thuggin' (remix)