Jay-Z & Kanye West - The Joy Lyrics

(KW)
I do it for the four fathers, yeah the street authors
That are now A&Rs in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls that’s way to fine for us to keep off us
Gave her a handshake, only for my man’s sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
Now there’s crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to c*m all over her damn face
I never understood Planned Parenthood
Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood
Taken refills of that Plan B pill
Another shorty that won’t make it to the family will
If I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will
They ain’t crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel
Don C. just had a shorty so it’s not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
No electro, no metro
A little retro, ahh, perfecto
You know the demo, your boy act wild
You ain’t get the memo, Yeezy’s back in style
Now in one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
What’s more tripped out dog, is they sisters
Naw, you ain’t listen, they black, they sisters
They mama named ‘em after white bitches
So next time you see me on your fallopian
Though the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian
Stupid questions like “Is he ‘gon be dope again?
Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?”
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch
And a bag of weed, the holy trinity
In the mirror, where I see my only enemy
Your life’s cursed? Well mine’s an obscenity

(JZ)
This is my mama’s shit
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood
When I was back on my pajama shit, Afros and marijuana sticks
Seeds in the ganja had it pop¬pin’ like the sample that I’m rhymin’ with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don’t needle pop
Taken sips of pops six pack of Miller nips
Pink Champale, Ballantine ale
Ballys on my feet help me balance out well
That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from them parties, from my mama’s
Virgin Mary’s try to judge her, I’m like “Where them Madonna’s now?”
Give all glory to Gloria, they said “You raised that boy too fast”
But you was raising a warrior
We victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us