New York, New York, big city of dreams,
Where there’s nothing but foreign cars, bitches, and triple beams.
Fat Joe, “All Luv,” from D.I.T.C.’s All Luv 12", 1998

Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth;
Sellouts got no worth…
I think they better go soul search.
Everything has a price…
No matter if it’s fortune, fame or your life.
I understood later that it’s all about paper,
Everything has a fee in the land of the free.