You Played Yourself

Verse 1<br> <br> This is it, dope from the fly kid<br> The Ice mic is back with the high bid<br> Suckers you`ve lost cos players you`re not, gangstas you ain`t<br> You`re faintin`, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot<br> Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler<br> High Roller, dead pres folder<br> Is cold lampin` like a black king on a throne<br> Evil E...turn up the microphone<br> So I can ill and break on the rollin` tape<br> Another album to make? Great<br> Islam turn the bass kick up a bit<br> Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit<br> And ride the track like a black mack in his `lac<br> Hit the corner slow where the girls are at<br> And kick game the way it should be done<br> How you gonna drop science? You`re dumb<br> Stupid ignorant, don`t even talk to me<br> At school you dropped Math, Science and History<br> And then you get on the mic and try to act smart<br> Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart<br> To perpetrate, you`re bait, so just wait<br> Till the press shove a mic in your face<br> Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D<br> Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy<br> And they ask you about the game you claim you got<br> Drop science now, why not?<br> You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot<br> How`d you get into this spot?<br> <br> You played yourself...<br> Yo, yo, you played yourself...<br> <br> Verse 2<br> <br> I`m no authority but I know the D-E-A-L<br> When it comes to dealin` with the females<br> What you got they want, cash is what they need<br> Slip sucker and they`ll break you with speed<br> But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out<br> Spendin` money`s what I`m talkin` about<br> But you fool out, your pockets got blew out<br> And after the date, no boots, you got threw out<br> Mad and shook cos your duckets got took<br> Call her up, phone`s off the hook<br> But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?<br> You can`t buy no relationship<br> <br> You played yourself...<br> Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...<br> <br> Verse 3<br> <br> I`m in the MC game, a lot of MC`s front<br> And for the money they`re sell out stunts<br> But they claim that they`re rich and that they keep cash<br> Yo, let me straighten this out fast<br> Two hundred thousand records sold<br> And these brothers start yellin` `bout gold?<br> You better double that, then double that again<br> And still don`t get sooped, my friend<br> You think you`ve made it, you`re just a lucky man<br> Guess who controls your destiny, fans<br> But you diss `em cos you think you`re a star<br> That attitude is rude, you won`t get far<br> Cos they`ll turn on you quick, you`ll drop like a brick<br> Unemployment`s where you`ll sit<br> No friends cos you dissed `em too<br> No money, no crew, you`re through<br> <br> You played yourself...<br> That`s right, you played yourself...<br> You played yourself...<br> Yo, yo, you played yourself...<br> <br> Verse 4<br> <br> You got problems, you claim you need a break<br> But every dollar you get you take<br> Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up<br> Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up<br> Another way to get money for a jumbo<br> When you go to sleep you count Five-O`s<br> Lyin` and cheatin`, everybody you`re beatin`<br> Dirty clothes and you`re skinny cos you haven`t been eatin`<br> You ripped off all your family and your friends<br> Nowhere does your larceny end<br> And then you get an idea for a big move<br> An armed robbery...smooth<br> But everything went wrong, somebody got shot<br> You couldn`t get away, the cops roll, you`re popped<br> And now you`re locked, yo, lampin` on Death Row<br> Society`s fault? No<br> Nobody put the crack into the pipe<br> Nobody made you smoke off your life<br> You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool.<br> <br> You played yourself...<br> You played yourself...<br> Ain`t nobody else`s fault, you played yourself.