The Music Of Business Lyrics - Ras Kass

(Xzibit): Yea. That's what I'm talking about 

(Ras K.): Yea 

(Xzibit): The homie John John up in this motherfucker 

(Ras K.): Yea 

(Xzibit): Mr. X to the Z with a public service announcement 

for all you faggot ass rappers 

(Ras K.): What's that? 

(Xzibit): They think just because a nigga's rapping 

with a label behind him, it's all great 

(Ras K.): Yep 

(Xzibit): It's modern day pimps and hoes going on 

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Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control 

Cause hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls 

I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of protocol 

Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation 

Another 39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with Satan 

Rassassination: taking heads like decapitation (ching!) 

Trapped in infatuation (really)? Back up off me 

Kiss my ass. Then wake up n' smell the coffee 

See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you 

Your family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you 

You ain't shit. Don't do shit 

Ain't gone never be shit. So its quits 

Two video's later, she's on your dick (Bitch) 

When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy." 

Bragging to her friends: "That's just my babies daddy!" 

And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit don't stink 

But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake 

The music business is straight Mafioso: 

Jewish, Italiano, and Black 

My BMI/ASCAP platinum placque rap track 

Bootleg my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my same shit back 

Long sharks break legs. We break beats state to state 

And record deals? That shit belong with a fucked up interest rate 

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(Chorus 2x): 

(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please 

(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?" 

(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please 

(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!" 

(Xzibit): Just handle your business 

(Verse 2) 

It's sort of like the label is the devil: 

R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy Metal 

They make doe pimping the ghet-to 

Label mates: different rats in the same rat race 

The production company is the nigga that you learn to hate 

Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar 

And when your famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire 

It's like this: they loan you $1 

For you just to break even, they stack $10 

When you finally make one dollar, your profit is Andrew Jack-son ($20) 

You skinny. They got plenty. The Benjamins? Before you see any 

They getting G's: big cheese. 

No Vaseline fucking dope M.C.'s, "so freeze" 

Call the police chief? It takes a thief 

Here's everything you need to know about the record industry, 

like a chief. 

'Cause labels is doing $300,000 deals; 

Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills. 

Not very many, rappers ever see a penny 

But double platinum is two million units. CD's cost $20. 

(Too true) So here's a clue 

Somebody just make $40,000,000 and it sho' wasn't you 

(Chorus 2x): 

(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please 

(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?" 

(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please. 

(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!" 

(Xzibit): Just handle your business. 

Want to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs? 

'Cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and thugs 

all sleep in the same bed together 

Rich black niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddar 

Same lifestyle: legal or illegal 

It be us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up with peanuts 

Which leads up to this: a high turnover ration 

Groupies turn tricks and be quick to give fellatio. 

MC's get the pussy and fame. 

Brothers essex floss with a corporate card 

and charge it to the rappers name 

But the label owners make all the real money 

Just ask David Geffrey, Barry Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!) 

Business? You don't get what you deserve. You negotiate 

And everything is renegotiable based on the sales you generate 

But hip-hop fans don't buy albums, and, then again, tend to player hate 

The rapper that went Pop. But before this, I never knew 

Skills don't pay the mother fucking bills. Money do 

Is you stupid? How nice I represent don't pay rent 

The R&B ho who jock Theo on the radio buy your CD doe. 

Rap magazines be screaming they keep it real 

but keep it fake on the cover 

Pulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder 

Like Common "I Used to Love H.E.R." 

Now I just fuck H.E.R. with two rubbers 

(Chorus: repeats until end): 

(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please 

(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?" 

(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please 

(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!" 

(Xzibit): Just handle your business