I wanna tell this story

A little story about, um

A brother who you would think has everything going for himself

But apparently for some reason he just ain't happy

I call this brother Mr. Pitiful

I wanna tell you something about him

Check it out

The story begins in 1984

When I met the Biz Markie out in front of the store

He use to tell me all time, yo, your lyrics is hype

We got to get together and make a record of some type

I said man to hide behind RUN DMC and Cool J

What the fuck makes you thing they gonna give us a play?

We did a few shows together, freestylin' on stage

In Manhattan and Long Island with Mike and Dave

After that I was convinced we could 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 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 years time

I was R-A-W, going for mine

Droppin' jams that slam on ever radio program

And bam, goddamn look where I am

The first album Long Live the Kane and sold about, umm

Ah fuck it, it went gold

The money was coming and yes I done it, man

It wasn't quit hard to find a woman then

'Cause I was in demand for lots of fans

And sexy chocolate guy in the public eye

I bought myself a condo out in Queens

A posh white Volvo and drove off the scene

But I remained the same since I moved out for instant

Drinking only a Gunnies stout

And also hanging out with the truth most of all

Takin' care of Ma Dukes

Then all of a sudden things started change

And many old friends started actin' strange

Behind my back saying I'm soft and a sucka

Some even said, yo let's rob the motherfucker

And family members asking for my paper

But Biz set them straight by make them vapors

Girls crying pregnant to get some of my green

I'm like what the fuck is this, Billie Jean?

People harassin' me, steadily askin' me this and that

Some even had the audacity to say I only like light skin women

Ha, are you kiddin'

'Cause I love everyone and I never act prejudice to none

But for some reason people make my life style so critical

That's why the call me Mr. Pitiful

A few people know what I'm saying

Truth to the Little Daddy Shane, you know I mean

And took my man Cool V, you know what I mean

Took TJ Swan, you know what I mean

And to Scoob and Scrap, you know what I mean

To Rob Base and EZ Rock, you know what I mean

The Magnum Force, you know what I mean

And to the playboys, you know what I mean

The Shemp Shawn, you know what I mean

And the FMC 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 Markie

And may I send this to AJ Quest, rest in peace