Interlude lyrics

[Pusha T]
Man, I don't know how I got caught up in this sh*t
Yo, this club life
This club life's a b*tch
I mean, I go to the same spot, every f*cking weekend, knowing ain't nothing in there but all the elements I don't need
Hating ass n*ggas
Jealous n*ggas
b*tches who don't want nothing but your dough
Yet and still, I still go
Every weekend they got me
That sh*t be killing me
It's like, yo, I can't even deal with the n*ggas because...
Yo, you know, guys will be guys, guys got egos
That tough macho sh*t, you know
Them b*tches ?
Yo, them chicks don't recognize your style and they get on some real [hassle diddy?] supermodel bullsh*t
I just wanna be like : "Yo, do you what the f*ck you lookin' at ?!"