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 300 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 'but' Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what? The money was good, the money was fast No business mind and the money won't last In the money rate 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 [Old hustler:] Man, you must be crazy and bugged Whatcha mean I don't get no respect? You crazy? You got to respect me Cause I was the first millionaire off the streets, boy Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine In '72, I was killin em, boy [Young hustler:] Man, go 'head, go 'head [Old hustler:] I'm tellin ya, I was shittin on it Word up, I was the man And a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard You dig what I'm sayin? [Young hustler:] Ha-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head [Old hustler:] Caddy, boy, Grand Daddy Caddy They used to call me Mackaroni Tony, boy [Young hustler:] Aw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man Word, I 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 [Young hustler:] Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes? [Old hustler:] Hoes? Shit man, I had mo' bitches than muthafuckin Con-ed got switches, boy I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what I'm sayin Hoes, hoes, you dig? [Young hustler:] You're just talkin shit [Old hustler:] I had all the money man, I was the man... Where you goin Sam? Hold up, hold up [Young hustler:] Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here I don't wanna hear more of this shit [Old hustler:] Wait, before you go - can I get a dollar, man? [Young hustler:] Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, I ain't hearin no more of that shit What happened to all your money, boy? [Old hustler:] Aw go 'head, nigga, I thought you said you had all the money... [Young hustler:] I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me You just fucked up man, I know how to hustle [Old hustler:] I got respect, you crazy, man I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy! [Young hustler:] Aw go 'head with all that shit [Old hustler:] That's respect! [Young hustler:] I got the dollar boy, I'm the man nowadays, you understand? You was killin em in '72, I'm killin em in '87, man That shit ain't happenin to me, I'm the man! Yeah, I'm a hustler's muthafucka Me - I ain't never fallin off [Old hustler:] Aw man, I used to say the same thing, man