No Regrets Lyrics - Singles - Masta Ace Incorporated

Woman interviewing Ace: 

"Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is: 

Considering how long you've been in the game, all the places you been 

and all the songs that you've done and all the cats you've worked with, 

is there anything you'd do differently? 

What I mean to say is, do you have any regrets?" 

If I never recorded another song 

If I was wrong, and nothin' I spitted was ever strong 

If I never perform at another venue 

If this genuine love doesn't continue 

If none of my records was ever sold 

If I fold, and I never see platinum or even gold 

If no one ever again can recall, if I stalled 

And start workin' part time at the mall 

If theres no more shows for be to dabble in 

No more travelin', leavin' the show in Maryland 

If none of my songs that ever been never spin 

In heavy rotation ever again 

If I don't do a song to insight millions 

Or get a video done by Hype Williams 

If theres never a chance again to be seen 

On the pages inside of another magazine 

If the luxuries in life I can't ? or afford 

If I never win the Billboard or the Source award 

I wouldn't want ya pity or ya sympathy 

Even if Marley never put me on The Symphony 

But I gotta admit it I'm glad he did it 

Its considered the first verse I ever spitted 

I release I'm still apart of history 

I learned the key to victory, its not a mystery 

See I got alotta love for what I do in life 

And after this I'm then I'ma find somethin' new in life 

I guarantee ya it'll be somthin' that I really love 

I give thanks for my life to God up above 

That I'm blessed to have a job I enjoy doin' 

And now as a man doin' what I was a boy doin' 

The only difference is now I get to eat from it 

I never though I would be known on the street from it 

And if not one fan that shows gratitude 

And if they see me they walk by with an attitude 

It was still an enjoyable ride 

Yeah, big up to Kane, Biz Mark and The Pharcyde 

And of course to all of my past labelmates 

Y'all keep on risin' like the cable rates 

Ay yo, Premier and Guru, this goes out to you 

Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you 

I don't know if its the end but yo it might be 

Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia Heed and Spike Lee 

And everybody in the game I ever worked with 

And all the chicks up in the game I used to flirt with 

But if I never get another piece of show coochie 

Never see no Louie Vattone or no Gucci 

No more suede and linen or designer denim 

No more Jeeps with 1,000 watt systems in 'em 

No more sittin' on chrome with those Parelli shoes 

No more gettin' my name up in the daily news 

No more Lexus, Coups, Beamers and Benzes 

No more Cardiae frames with colored lenses 

No more chains and bracelete, and no baguettes 

But for what its worth yo, I got no regrets