Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends 
Rat snitch on one another for the ends 
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends 
So before we go any further I'm on my ends 

I knew this cat named Dale who didn't have a dollar 
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar 
Had a PHD, an MBA 
But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay 

Company's down sizin', inflation's risin' 
Can't find a job he's feelin' kind of stressed 
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says 
Forgot to count how many times he's been blessed 

So he falls off track, starts smokin' the crack 
And once it hits his brain it starts a chain react 
Sells the shirt off his back, the shoes off his feet 
He's losin' all his teeth, now he's out on the street 

And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James 
Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains 
But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool 
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool 
For the ends 

Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends 
Rat snitch on one another for the ends 
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends 
So before we go any further I'm on my ends 

I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut 
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut 
Swingin' that butt like 'place your ad here' 
Only rapped the Benz and rocked the fly gear 

Brand name wearin', champagne wavin' 
Jewels around the neck, a lotta style she's cravin' 
Ain't no savin', she's doin' all the spendin' 
If you do the livin', she'll do the bendin' 

Straight machine vendin', that's money for tail 
Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees 
And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny 
Come home one day find her countin' out your money 
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo 
If you broke she's spittin' if you're rich she might swallow 
For the ends 

Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends 
Rat snitch on one another for the ends 
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends 
So before we go any further I'm on my ends 

I knew these two homeboys that made a lot of noise 
Makin' money on the block, the kids was on their job 
They was toughin' it and livin' like Reverend Run 
DMC they was tokin' guns 

Hold and wait, goin' out of state 
Stackin' mad chips and pushin' phat wears 
Fly jewels and clothes and got no job 
And then one disappeared and one got robbed 
For the ends 

Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends 
Rat snitch on one another for the ends 
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends 
So before we go any further I'm on my ends 

Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends 
Rat snitch on one another for the ends 
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends 
So before we go any further I'm on my ends