Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee - No Respect lyrics

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What you need  you won't admit it
 It really don't matter how hard you try
 Cause money can't buy respect

 The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
 It makes some brothers fight  and some would even kill
 Some will do anything for a bill
 Cause they think they'll get respect

 Bought a big Mercedes  and you got about ten more cars
 Now you impress the ladies  and you're a neighborhood star
 Gold on your fingers and your neck
 But you still get no respect

 Your mind is weak, so when you speak
 You're obsolete, your mental peak
 Is in the street, your mouth's a beak
 Big like a bird, and your future's bleak
 Now you should seek some help decree
 You're sellin crack and livin cheap
 Bought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep
 Playin music outside loud in your jeep
 But you should know, unless you're slow
 There comes an end to the sidewalk show
 And up the river's where you'll go
 Wearin stripes from head to toe
 No fancy gold, no fancy car
 And the brothers inside don't care who you are
 A 7-foot brother doin life
 300 pounds, says you're his wife
 Walks in your cell and says: "Fix it up"
 Then you look up and say: "Not the butt"
 He says: "Shut up" "But... but" No 'but'
 Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?

 The money was good, the money was fast
 No business mind and the money won't last
 In the money rate you fell first to last
 Now every night you fight for your ass
 They say what goes up must come down
 All hustlers know that sound
 Cause you're here today, gone the next
 And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect

 [Old hustler:]
 Man, you must be crazy and bugged
 Whatcha mean I don't get no respect?
 You crazy?
 You got to respect me
 Cause I was the first millionaire off the streets, boy
 Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine
 In '72, I was killin em, boy
 [Young hustler:]
 Man, go 'head, go 'head
 [Old hustler:]
 I'm tellin ya, I was shittin on it
 Word up, I was the man
 And a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
 My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
 You dig what I'm sayin?
 [Young hustler:]
 Ha-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head
 [Old hustler:]
 Caddy, boy, Grand Daddy Caddy
 They used to call me Mackaroni Tony, boy
 [Young hustler:]
 Aw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man

 Word, I spell it out, I'll yell it out
 For those brothers that keep sellin out
 Cause local clout is all you're about
 A few bullshit bitches and hanging out
 And every day's like a title bout
 When the next man wants you taken out
 I'd like to know what you're thinkin about
 It sure ain't dyin without a doubt
 But you better wake up before it's too late
 Or they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place
 And you will have lived just to die
 And you'll die with no respect

 [Young hustler:]
 Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?
 [Old hustler:]
 Hoes?
 Shit man, I had mo' bitches than muthafuckin Con-ed got switches, boy
 I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what I'm sayin
 Hoes, hoes, you dig?
 [Young hustler:]
 You're just talkin shit
 [Old hustler:]
 I had all the money man, I was the man...
 Where you goin Sam? Hold up, hold up
 [Young hustler:]
 Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here
 I don't wanna hear more of this shit
 [Old hustler:]
 Wait, before you go - can I get a dollar, man?
 [Young hustler:]
 Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, I ain't hearin no more of that shit
 What happened to all your money, boy?
 [Old hustler:]
 Aw go 'head, nigga, I thought you said you had all the money...
 [Young hustler:]
 I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me
 You just fucked up man, I know how to hustle
 [Old hustler:]
 I got respect, you crazy, man
 I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day
 And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!
 [Young hustler:]
 Aw go 'head with all that shit
 [Old hustler:]
 That's respect!
 [Young hustler:]
 I got the dollar boy, I'm the man nowadays, you understand?
 You was killin em in '72, I'm killin em in '87, man
 That shit ain't happenin to me, I'm the man!
 Yeah, I'm a hustler's muthafucka
 Me - I ain't never fallin off
 [Old hustler:]
 Aw man, I used to say the same thing, man
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Author: Moe Dewese, Teddy Riley

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

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