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