No Respect Lyrics

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
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[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