[Intro: Nelly]

Let's go, ay

This story we about to tell you, is all true

The names may have been changed to protect some of those close to me

Uhh, uhh, true story, but if not



[Nelly]

They say money is the root of all evil

And I'm really startin to see what it do to people

Check it (c'mon) mo' money, mo' problems

Well e'rybody got problems, but they expect me to solve 'em (hey)

And I can barely solve my own

Got me lookin at 'em like, "You supposed to be grown?"

And I done said this shit in four different tones

To they face, e-mails mayne and over the phone

I done said that shit calm, I done said that shit loud

I done pulled 'em to the side, I done tried to sit 'em down

But some just don't get it

Cause they mind only focused on (hey) shit what I got

What they ain't got, and what they can't get

Got me lookin at my albums like "Who wrote this shit?"

Believe me man, I hope this get

just a tad bit better but I doubt that shit (it's like hey!)



[Chorus: Nelly]

I can hear these people say, "Damn that boy done changed"

But they don't understand the pressures I'm goin through

Oh how I wish there was a way, to change places for a day

Just so they can see what it's like to walk a mile in my shoes



[Nelly]

Yo, listen

C'mon, I love Dave Chappelle

But I don't know too many turn down 50 mil'

See that's talk for real

Besides, you know what I had to go through to get this deal?

How many brothers I done seen get killed

for 50 bucks and a few of them pills? Y'all don't feel me

(Man please) Damn right I sing all them songs

So I can buy my pops a car and my momma a home

So she can sit up on the phone with her best friend Joan

Talkin like on and on how her baby done grown

"How my baby make his own through the microphone

And how my baby been my baby since my baby was born"

But uhh, I ain't sayin man it's all about the money

But let's face it, you can't make a record for free

I'll be damned if I watch 'em make a mil' off me

And I just sit back and take it, for minimum wage

And I done gave 'em e'rything but my D and my A

I say hey, that's what the contract say (contract say)

They make it seem like you can't get away

It's like you owe these niggaz three more days

Y'all don't feel me (hey!)



[Chorus]



[Outro: Nelly]

Woo! Uh, uh...

Shout out to my nigga Polow

Woo! A knocker right here O.G.

Uh, uh, uh, yea