Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool Moe Dee
Kool Moe Dee
Performer
Bryan New
Bryan New
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohandas Dewese
Mohandas Dewese
Composer
Teddy Riley
Teddy Riley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lavaba Mallison
Lavaba Mallison
Producer
Mohandas Dewese
Mohandas Dewese
Producer
Bryan New
Bryan New
Mixing Engineer
Teddy Riley
Teddy Riley
Producer
Pete Q. Harris
Pete Q. Harris
Producer
Terry Riley
Terry Riley
Producer

Lyrics

What you want, you ain't gon' get it
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
Three hundred 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 buts"
Now what you gonna do, freaky-deeky or what?
The money was good, the money was fast
No business mind and the money won't last
In the money race, 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
Word, I'll 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
Written by: Mohandas Dewese, Teddy Riley
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