Richie Rich

(Lady Levi)
Oh, you tink life is yours?
Life ain't na somethin you can rap with
Ooh come na ordinary game
Da game na somethin you can rap with
Me's a player you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?

Verse One: 2Pac

Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame
I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven
Money's my mission, just tryin to make a livin
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin they riches on skanless bail
who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass, playa-hatin but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep
But still, I get my money on major, continuously
Communicatin through my pager, know me
Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo
Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough
(Game's been good to me)
Heavy in the game

(Lady Levi)
Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?
Oooh, me see you rushin up
(Game's been good to me)
I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.
All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke?
(I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me)
Oh! Dat's right

Verse Two: Richie Rich

Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of stuff..
Certain wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, be twistin and takin it
Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller
Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game
Be yo' own, meanin buy yo' own dope
Cause that front is punk, somethin I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real; disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie
ain't healthy, endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major
so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss
Went from a, young gangsta livin residential
to a, young gangsta workin presidential
(Game's been good to me)

(Lady Levi)
Me boy Tu-pac ALWAYS look good
You know that's true 'im look good every time
Ooh, war? Step up
(Game's been good to me)
Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat
playin yi games
Ooh, we take game, we WON
(I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me)
Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON
Everytime

Verse Three: 2Pac

I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse
Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high
No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine
Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
What about these people I despise -- them loud talkin cowards
shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives
Shoot em right between them thugz eyes, it's time to realize
follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's tryin to make the news, people confused
Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain
and come the riches and the girls and the fame
Heavy in the game
(Game's been good to me)

(Lady Levi)
Boy, ya nah bitch!
Major that's true we look good everytime
when we at Beers Diamond
and Tupac drives vintage car
(Game's been good to me)
And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?
This whole world ya call on
gonna mass on a face
(I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me)
For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!
Flush it! .. Oh!
Nobody wan come test me y'know
true dem we a drive pretty car
Wanna no part of any ting
and now you wan come drown a gun
But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect
for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up
we look good everytime
Nuff dollars, DOLLARS
Y'know about dollars dem right?
But we nah talk no shit
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
Cause action, action speak louder dan words
You know da record!
Don't blood claat ting at ALL

(feat. The Luniz)

[Yuk]
Dun dun dun dun dun duh

[Chorus: Rich]
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson, (so many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson, (so many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson, (so many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson, (so many questions)

[Rich]
Way hate me, or should I say hate on me
Why do brothers bump they gums and debate on me
Why when I ride by and don't stop
You feel I disrespected your block

[Knumskull]
If you had a top-notch lezbo, straight from Peanuts
Sexin, tell me would you hit it without protection, uh uh
Let's make it harder, what if she had a friend
Both down for nut huggin, off the Hen, would you spend

[Yukmouth]
Chips, what if I come off the hoe with six-six
Will I get back in the mix, drop some grip, or just quit
What if O.J. verdict was different thing
Would we swing, start lootin and shootin with Rodney King

[Rich]
If it was a fifth, would you share it with ya folks
So we could ride out and get smoked
I wonder if I dropped a hundred dollars would you give it back (no)
I wonder if we cool like that (hell no)

[Chorus]

[Knumskull]
You got three cute flees, one fine, one got a job, one with patience
What would you dick for a long term relation
Money is the thing, fine ones can start hatin
I'm broke so I need one with patience

[Yukmouth]
If I was hella dirty, look like Mr. Furley,
With lint up in my curly hair
Would you groupie-ass girlies stare
What if I didn't have a car to skee-skirt in
Would you still be flirtin or would it be curtains

[Rich]
If you got your teeth knocked out, would you refreak the old ones
Or rush to the dentist for some gold ones
If you had forty dollars, and a hooker wanted thirty
Could we catch you out in Vegas doin dirty

[Knumskull]
If you got one gritty and five niggas
Would you speak on the choo-choo shit to make the situation bigger
She'll do it, but now she on some new shit
You gotta go down town, enjoy the fluid

[Chorus]

[Yukmouth]
How many blunts must I take to the face to be straight, forty
If I don't got five on the eighth would you fake or, smoke it
Get loaded or hold it like a buster to get cluster
Should I be rollin with big hustlers

[Knumskull]
Would I take one and a heisteses
Wanna bubble, but you can't keep up with the priceses

[Rich]
And then I ask you, what if I sold a million plus
Should I renegotiate with that nigga Russ

[Chorus]