DMX Interlude

[Skit: DMX]
I sold my soul to the devil, price was cheap
And yo it was cold on this level, but it's twice as deep
It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the streets
Until I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat
Sometimes it's like that the only reason, why I hustle
Step on toes, strong arm, and chokin' a muscle
Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated
I hate it seein' bitch niggas done made it
And I'm robbin' niggas just as broke as myself
Fuckin' with Queens, ain't too good for a nigga's health
Where's the wealth? Ain't in New York, so I gots to make my rounds
I do whatever for the dollar, fucker, you know me, tryna get 'round