This is a different type of dedication To a guy that was a different kind of inspiration Only people that knew him, know what I'm talkin' about And at the end of the story, you will say without a doubt This wasn't your typical case, of fast livin' Anything he was makin', he was givin' To his moms, pops, his brother and his girl 'Cause they, meant, the most to him in the world Around Suffolk he wasn't known But in Eastern Long Island, he did have a home Called L.I., is where he stayed Where there was no need for D-Con or Raid He was cool with everybody, he had no enemies I'm makin' this record, cause he's a friend of me 'Cause he's a hard workin' kid, I've just stated That's why this record, is dedicated To my man Rich Yo yo, this is for you my man God bless you Let me tell you what happened in the early 80's When we wasn't thinkin' about gettin' all the ladies Me and Rich was thinkin' about survival of the fittest You can ask Keith or Kevin, cause both of them were with us We'd try to get a job everyplace that it takes We was even at the factory they call {?} Everywhere we went they said they'd call us back Or even said they're not hirin' to throw us off track But Richie Rich said, forget that stuff Even though, times was rough We kept searchin', searchin', lookin' and lookin' It seems everywhere we went, the jobs was tooken Still Rich didn't give up the faith He found a job that wasn't safe Even though it was dangerous, it wouldn't switch That's why this is dedicated to my man Rich Yo this is to you my man Rich Cause you know you go way back, you go way back Word up, God bless you The way the story end, is just a tragedy I wish upon a star that it didn't have to be Endin' this way for my man Richard 'Cause still in my mind, he's still as pictured Like, he just had gone yesterday For sellin', C-R-A-C-K His dream was...to be a boxer So, he could knock the socks off of An Ivan Barkley, or even Mike Tyson But on the streets, he was sacrificin' For his family, and his wife 'Cause he struggled, he struggled all his life He wasn't a straight up, criminal or villain Or even tryin' to get, stupid or illin' Was messed up for takin' somebody's life and shit That tried so hard, and just wouldn't quit This is a slow record, with a switch Because it's dedicated, to my man Rich To you my man This is to you, Rich Peace