And you can tell 'em I said it, I said muthafuckas is takin' the credit Been in the game for 20 minutes and they thinkin' they legends All on their videos showin' off, frontin' for the camera One-hit wonders is playin' games, fakin' stamina
I damage ya, throwin' blows to your egos Flossin' new leather, think you the shit wearin' these clothes And supposed to flash and have the finer things But can't seem to keep your money 'cause you're buyin' rings
What is you gettin', 7 or 6, new record contract? Bustin' your bomb raps but you ain't gettin' your funds back Fuck that I've been around since '86 Way before my muthafuckin' mind played tricks
And when Too Short told me this bitch, it wasn't givin' 'Cause I'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin' they livin' All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin' star
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do But on the cool, some niggas been around since the '70s Steadily preachin' to us all longevity
You don't get shit for free
You don't get shit for free
10 years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes But back then I said, fuck rhymin', I was tryina get laid But now it's '98, I'm all about gettin' paid
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos Drive the shit your C.E.O. own In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it's all about the money
Slingin' tapes like powder Everything I own is mine, don't understand 'Ours'
This's a serious business My nigga, take care of your business Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished In the nick of time, fuck havin' the tightest rhymes
You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime So I'm tight with mines and I prove that every time Just to let you niggas know I'm out to get mine
You don't get shit for free
You don't get shit for free
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx Rappers blow up, fall off and think Been there, done that, about to make a comeback I'm on some new shit, not like my young raps
I know what you sold, first album went gold Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old Flows and the old clothes 'cause now you fake You ain't got no hoes committin' foul play
Hatin' on me but you're waitin' to see Old school, Too Short in the place to be I ain't backstage chasin' young girlies I'm chasin' money, I'm in my early 30's
Still sellin' records and I'm still a real player Can't understand how you still could be a hater Said, I don't stop rappin' from the start If you don't believe me, go check the charts, bitch
You don't get shit for free
You don't get shit for free