Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses) 
 Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses) 
    May you tumble and fall down your grand marble stairway 
 May that caviar pâté you were eating block your airway 
 May your manservant deliver the Heimlich with honor 
 May this make you vomit on your Dolce Gabbana   
 May your wife's worried face show a horrific expression 
 May you realize she's not worried, that's just Botox injections 
 May all the commotion cause to crash your chandelier 
 And propel into your rear 
 It's sharp diamonds from DeBeers   
 May your Ferrari break down, may your chauffeur get high 
 And smash up your stretch Rolls up on Rodeo Drive 
 Off the breaking backs of others is where you got all your bucks 
 Till we make the revolution, I just hope your life sucks   
 All my people in the place put your fist in the air 
 All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs 
 All my real down peoples we got love for you here 
 'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him   
 Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)   
 May your Champagne not bubble 
 May your pinot be sour 
 May the white stuff you snortin be 96 percent flour 
 May the famous rapper you bring to your daughters sweet 16 
 Get some pride and walk out as if born with a spleen   
 May the death squads you hire be bad with instructions 
 And by mistake be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin' 
 May this make your party guests forsake their white Russians 
 And dive behind the Jimmy Martin cryin' and cussin'   
 May your chef be off pissin in the bisque in the kitchen 
 May I assume your autobiography is filed under fiction 
 'Cause off the breakin backs of others is where you got all your cash 
 Till we make the revolution, I hope your life sucks ass   
 All my people in the place put your fist in the air 
 All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs 
 All my real down peoples we got love for you here 
 'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him   
 Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses) 
 Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-, wha- ow)   
 All my people in the place put your fist in the air 
 All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs 
 All my real down peoples we got love for you here 
 'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him   
 Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses) 
 Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ow)