Big Daddy Kane - Mr. Pitiful Lyrics
[big daddy kane]Mmm.. mmm, yeahOh i like thisI wanna tell this storyA little story about umm.... a brother who you would think has everything goin for himselfBut apparently for some reason he just ain't happeninI call this brother mr. pitifulI wanna tell you somethin about him, check it outThe story begins in 1984When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the storeHe used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hypeWe got to get together and make a record of some type"I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool jWhat the ***** makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"We did a few shows together, freestylin on stageManhattan and long island, for mike and daveAfter that, i was convinced we can do itUntil my man biz jetted and came out with "make the music.."From right there, i said, "man, this shit is realLook at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrongWell you out there now, so put my black ass onAnd sure enough, huh, in about a year's timeI was r-a-w, goin for mineDroppin jams that slammed on every radio programAnd bam, god damn, look where i amThe first album, _long live the kane_, it soldAbout umm.. aww fukkit it went goldThe money was comin in, yes i had done em inIt wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman thenCause i was in demand for lots of fansA sexy chocolate guy in the public eyeI bought myself a condo out in queensA plush white volvo and drove off the sceneBut i remained the same since i moved outFor instance - drinkin olde e and guinness stoutAnd also, hangin out with the troopsMost of all, takin care of ma dukesThen all of a sudden things started to changeAnd many old friends started actin strangeBehind my back, sayin i'm soft and a suckerSome even said, "yo let's rob the mother*****er"And family members askin for my papersBut biz set them straight, by makin "the vapors"Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my greenI'm like, "what the ***** is this? billie jean?"People harassin me, steadily askin meDis or dat, some even had the audacityTo say that i only liked light-skinned womenTchk, huh, are you kiddin?Cause i love everyoneAnd i never act prejudiced to noneBut for some reason people make my lifestyle so criticalThat's why they call me mr. pitifulA few people know what i'm sayinHmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i meanAnd to my man cool v, you know what i meanTo t.j. swan, you know what i meanAnd to scoob and scrap, you know what i meanTo rob base and e.z. rock, you know what i meanThe magnum force, you know what i meanAnd to the playboys, you know what i meanTo shemp shawn, you know what i meanAnd the f.m.c., you know what i meanCan't forget miv, you know what i meanGodfather d, you know what i meanMy man doug e. fresh, you know what i meanAnd the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i meanBut most of all i can't forget my man biz-mar-kieAnd may i send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace ??
