Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Mr Pitiful lyrics

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Mmm.. mmm, yeah
 Oh I like this
 I wanna tell this story
 A little story about umm..
 .. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself
 But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin
 I call this brother Mr. Pitiful
 I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out

 The story begins in 1984
 when I met the BizMarkie out in front of the store
 He used to tell me all the time, "Yo your lyrics is hype
 We got to get together and make a record of some type"
 I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J
 What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"
 We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage
 Manhattan and Long Island, for Mike and Dave
 After that, I was convinced we can do it
 until my man Biz jetted and came out with "Make the Music.."
 From right there, I said, "Man, this shit is real
 Look at Biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"
 I got to give it to you Dukes, I was wrong
 Well you out there now, so put my black ass on
 and sure enough, huh, in about a year's time
 I was R-A-W, goin for mine
 Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program
 And bam, GOD DAMN, look where I am
 The first album, _Long Live the Kane_, it sold
 about umm.. AWW FUKKIT it went gold
 The money was comin in, yes I had done em in
 It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then
 Cause I was in demand for lots of fans
 A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye
 I bought myself a condo out in Queens
 A plush white Volvo and drove off the scene
 But I remained the same since I moved out
 for instance - drinkin Olde E and Guinness Stout
 And also, hangin out with the troops
 Most of all, takin care of Ma Dukes
 Then all of a sudden things started to change
 And many old friends started actin strange
 Behind my back, sayin I'm soft and a sucker
 Some even said, "Yo let's rob the motherfucker"
 And family members askin for my papers
 But Biz set them straight, by makin "The Vapors"
 Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green
 I'm like, "What the fuck is this? Billie Jean?"
 People harassin me, steadily askin me
 dis or dat, some even had the audacity
 to say that I only liked light-skinned women
 Tchk, huh, are you kiddin?
 Cause I love everyone
 and I never act prejudiced to none
 But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical
 That's why they call me Mr. Pitiful

 A few people know what I'm sayin
 Hmm, to the Little Daddy Shane, you know what I mean
 and to my man Cool V, you know what I mean
 To T.J. Swan, you know what I mean
 and to Scoob and Scrap, you know what I mean
 To Rob Base and E.Z. Rock, you know what I mean
 The Magnum Force, you know what I mean
 And to the playboys, you know what I mean
 To Shemp Shawn, you know what I mean
 and the F.M.C., you know what I mean
 Can't forget Miv, you know what I mean
 Godfather D, you know what I mean
 My man Doug E. Fresh, you know what I mean
 and the fifty dollar crew from Canada know what I mean
 But most of all I can't forget my man Biz-Mar-KIE
 And may I send this to A.J. Quest, Rest In Peace
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Author: ?

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Publisher: Cold Chillin'

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

Appearing on: Taste of Chocolate (1990)

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