Mr. Pitiful(Explicit) - Big Daddy Kane

Album by: Taste Of Chocolate
Artist by: Big Daddy Kane
Mmm.. mmm, yeah
Oh i like this
I wanna tell this story
A little story about umm..
.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself
But apparently for some reason he just ain＇t happenin
I call this brother mr. pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out
The story begins in 1984
When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, ＂yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make a record of some type＂
I said, ＂man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j
What the f**k makes you think they＇re gonna give us a play?＂
We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage
Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave
After that, i was convinced we can do it
Until my man biz jetted and came out with ＂make the music..＂
From right there, i said, ＂man, this sh*t is real
Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills＂
I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong
Well you out there now, so put my black a** on
And sure enough, huh, in about a year＇s time
I was r-a-w, goin for mine
Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, god damn, look where i am
The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold
About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold
The money was comin in, yes i had done em in
It wasn＇t quite hard for me to find a woman then
Cause i was in demand for lots of fans
A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye
I bought myself a condo out in queens
A plush white volvo and drove off the scene
But i remained the same since i moved out
For instance - drinkin olde e and guinness stout
And also, hangin out with the troops
Most of all, takin care of ma dukes
Then all of a sudden things started to change
And many old friends started actin strange
Behind my back, sayin i＇m soft and a sucker
Some even said, ＂yo let＇s rob the motherf**ker＂
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin ＂the vapors＂
Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green
I＇m like, ＂what the f**k is this? billie jean?＂
People harassin me, steadily askin me
Dis or dat, some even had the audacity
To say that i only liked light-skinned women
Tchk, huh, are you kiddin?
Cause i love everyone
And i never act prejudiced to none
But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical
That＇s why they call me mr. pitiful
A few people know what i＇m sayin
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean
And to my man cool v, you know what i mean
To t.j. swan, you know what i mean
And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean
To rob base and e.z. rock, you know what i mean
The magnum force, you know what i mean
And to the playboys, you know what i mean
To shemp shawn, you know what i mean
And the f.m.c., you know what i mean
Can＇t forget miv, you know what i mean
Godfather d, you know what i mean
My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean
And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean
But most of all i can＇t forget my man biz-mar-kie
And may i send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace ??