[JED]
^!$$% what's up
What?

What's yo mutha$#&@in problem?
- Better than sayin jack
They let me go

Yo mutha$#&@a, I don't wanna hear that weak %#@!
- ^!$$% what?
$#&@ that, I don't wanna hear that weak %#@!,

you old rat-infested goverment informant cheese-eatin $$# son of a (*##$!
You better have your vest on cause you 'bout to come up short
[shots]


[VERSE 1: Richie Rich]
Caught a brother one day gettin out of a cop car

I know there's more to come, but the few that have so far
Talked to police about more than a court date
They're victims of a certain situation I'll illustrate

Day-to-day pigeons poppin all that junk
About the dollars they makin, a half a ki in the trunk
Mobile phone in his lap and ten cars in the shop

Sellin more than !@%!e and side orders of hop
But there's a catch to that, the boy wasn't prepared
He caught a case on a humbug, now he's scared

No more hangin with the fellas drinkin gin and juice
He's in a situation now where he can't be loose
Everybody wears jailies and sleeps on bunks

And it's easy to tell the men from the punks
So the ones who rhyme but run they mouths like (*##$es
Wants to hit the bullpen, they turn snitches


[JED]
That's why I don't $#&@ with these old soft $$# ^!$$%s,

out here runnin round here like they 187 artists.
Killers don't talk!
And these hoes supposed to be high roller $$# ^!$$%s?

Ain't that a (*##$!
Everytime I look around instead of stickin to the rules of the game,
they let circus $$#es makin decisions for themselves.

[Richie Rich]
Yeah, it's hard times, Young JED,
but it goes a little somethin like this:


[VERSE 2: Richie Rich]
The game is hard as wood, the macks don't splinter

But yet and still trick-ass ^!$$%s wanna enter
And with ballot in hand they rush to vote
To elect themselves into this game of dope

But yo bro, the situation is real
Don't slip in this game on a banana peel
There's a lot of brothers runnin around pluckin collars

Stuck up due to the fact they got dollars
Most of em punks gettin marked by young (*##$es
Put in the county, and the punks turn snitches

Given a alias, now he's set free
Or offered his job to be an f-e-d
I don't understand how a brother could turn

His cheek on another, homie, when will ya learn?
The talkin to cops makes it ten times worse
But they keep on talkin, verse after verse

Why do brothers wanna hop in this game?
Runnin around, they don't know the main frame
And when they're caught, they get to talkin like Polly

But they don't want a cracker, just bumpin em, snitchin
You know what I mean?
Now it's the high rollers and not the fiends

Take off the Rolex and park all the cars
You just a punk, yeah, you know who you are
Why did you get in the game if you wasn't equipped?

So what you're havin money and your car is whipped?
Keep talkin to police, then you're gonna get ???
Cause you'se a punk in a city of players, you'se a stupid mutha$#&@a


[JED]
Double R..

What's up with these old broke, bus ticket-type $$# (*##$es out here, huh?
Always tryin to get with a ^!$$% with some mail..
They need to get a mutha$#&@in j-o-b..
Quit blowin up these ^!$$%s' beepers,
old stankin $$# mutha$#&@in (*##$es..

Here's somethin I wanna tell all you hoes:
$#&@ you!

[VERSE 3: Richie Rich]
Man, these hoes in the Town ain't %#@!

Can't $#&@ with a ^!$$% unless he's rich
Sportin gold ones, man, tryin to make that mail
Hoe mopin and hopin that you would treat her to nails
Hoe, I can't treat, nah, nah, it's '89
Back in '87 when I was stuck to the grind

Money flowin like a river but hoe, I'm not trickin
My Zapco's hittin so hard, the light's clippin
Girls on the bus stop, all of them coppin a plea
To get with the man who slings d
Whether ridin a 'Stang or a rag top Beamer

The h-o's want to get with who's cleaner
So boys from the O, all of those who make riches
What do we do? Dog (*##$es
Knockin and sockin is a everyday thing
The turfs and the side show is where the boys hang
Hoe on jock for a brother with a fade

Some zeniths, some vogues and the boy's got it made
As she makes the block with a baby in a stroller
Her only destination: to find a high roller
But hoe get real, run and go get a job
Cause if I ever come to snatch ya, I be ridin a mob

[horn honked]

[woman]
Who is that?
[Richie Rich]
It's me, come on..
[woman]
Ah-ah, I didn't recognize you in that %#@!..
Where your Mustang?

[Richie Rich]
Ain't that about a (*##$?
These hoes out here think ^!$$%s gon' taxi em around on gold ones?
Nah-nah, it's 1990, y'all hoes better ??? to these mutha$#&@in old schools
(*##$, jump in the bucket..
[woman]
The door don't open..

[JED]
Double R, $#&@ that hoe!
Tell her make like the mutha$#&@in Duke boys and crawl through the mutha$#&@in
window

(Snitches) (snitches) [fades]
((*##$es) ((*##$es) [fades]