I'm back when most cats rap for no scratch
I was minimum wage and I'm hungry and ragin'
No vacation hatin' my situation
I'm hearin' freaky rumors 'bout exploitation
A new vocation, I change locations
I'm workin' for this chick but she pays well
So I figure why raise hell? They say the sex sells
And every now and then I gotta pay bail
But now I'm sweatin' in mail I'm only 20 years young
And a brand-new pimp [?]
With the big grill, lookin' tacky as hell
I got rolls in my head with an eight-inch cell
I'm doin' things I'm 'shamed of, a game with no love
With cats and polka-dotted suits and croc' boots with spurs
That's right, spurs
Spin 'em on the chick to work curves, feel me?
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how this black man done changed (yeah)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how I picked up this game (where I get it from)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout all these sistas I've lost (sorry baby)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how much all this pimpin' costs
But I lost my
Where are they now?
Nah, the question is, where have they been?
I'm tryna peel back these pimp-plated punks
Sift through the junk and ashes
Expose these plastic asses, yeah
I'm 24 with a [?] and cash flow
The story's the game but this cat got game
And I rise
A top-feeder in need of a street heater to protect trick greeters
I need Gs so what am I to be to charge fees
And break bread with heavyweight Gs
Put a 40-footer in the sea, MBZs
And get pleased in the Florida Keys
You see, I wasn't built to top [?], so what would one say
If young Ray just wanted to DJ?
And scratch Mix for big-booty chicks and do
Tricks on dance floors to impress male hoes
The tale goes: the strong survive
Realize that my eyes is on this prize
And why cry about your first release? The name's known
Not paid yet but the lights is on
Got a crib with no pots and pans you eat with your hands
But I'm stickin' to the game plan
Got a girl that I love no disrespect helpin' me out
With little spot-on checks and imma wreck- check it
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how this black man done changed (uh)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how I picked up this game (mega pimpin')
Y'all fools don't know 'bout all these sistas I've lost (lost 'em)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how much all this pimpin' costs (hell no)
By 1990 I'm double platinum
If homies is starvin' ima fatten 'em
Cause now we ratpackin 'em, baby backslappin 'em
Built my own studio so we can mack back at 'em
Don't believe the 'one hit wonder' shit
Cause before Baby Got Back, Mix was rich
A little Broadway dough, a little Hooptie dough
A little Beepers dough, all before the nine-o
The lawsuit hit in nine-one
All of a sudden the rap game's no fun
A big ton of bricks hit my bank account quick
Tryina break a brother down, seven figures not six
But unlike most this rapper don't blow smoke
And I do not like broke, I must increase my gross
We drop a big boom in '92
And Put 'em on the Glass in '94
I'm fast but flyin o'
A dynamo with mega-dough
I got my daddy ridin' a big-body mom and a small bro
I'm signin' in my interviews
I even had a female crew
So what's next? Internal revenue
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how this black man done changed (yeah)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how I picked up this game (where I get it from)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout all these sistas I've lost (sorry baby)
Y'all fools don't know 'bout how much all this pimpin' costs (haha)
Yeah, y'all fools don't know
