| Now here we go, y’all gotta play this |
| (Why?) Cause the others are so scared to say this |
| Now tell me, what am I supposed to do |
| About a sucker like you who ain’t never paid dues? |
| Slapper, hip-happer, you’re gettin wacker |
| Your girl better step, or I just might jack her |
| Smack her like a gangster, but I don’t bang |
| I gank suckers like you for thick gold chains |
| He don’t deserve it (Hell nah) |
| So take it off your neck |
| Cause goddamn, you ain’t comin correct |
| What’s this, a sucker duck holdin a mic? |
| Like Keith Sweat said, somethin just ain’t right |
| Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper, down with crews, |
| But they ain’t never paid dues |
| Suckers perpatratin, playin hardcore |
| Punks, I bet you worked at a flower store |
| You know what eats me up the most? |
| Is when a sucker just started and thinks he’s high post |
| You ain’t pay a nann due in your life |
| Talkin bout a new style, you know who you sound like? |
| KRS, Chuck D, Kool Moe, as one |
| Yellin on the mic like the name was Run |
| You’se a peon, when I bought a pair of Lee’s |
| Now all of a sudden you’re supposed to be an MC? |
| Yo, that’s wack, it just ain’t right |
| You only stood on one stage in your whole damn life |
| Now you want respect, hey yo, you’se a fool |
| Everybody wanna rap, but they ain’t paid dues |
| I can still remember way, way back in the days |
| The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin paid |
| Standin outside just pullin the jacks |
| To earn a little money to drop a dope track |
| Back in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge |
| Couldn’t afford a studio, so we used a garage |
| Aladdin used to grab a gang of disco breaks |
| One turntable and a broken 808 |
| My little brother Tunes and Frank, they hung around all night |
| To make sure that the demo was tight |
| Didn’t have an enigneer, if you know what I mean |
| Aladdin did it all at the age of 16 |
| Gifted, uplifted, I was mad as The Mack |
| Suckers had me playin the back |
| But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the door |
| Now I’ma rock the mutha-(uh) till it ain’t no more |
| We paid dues |
| I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot |
| Real tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets |
| Homey as hell, he never came outside |
| Cause everytime I came around, he used to run and hide |
| Spoiled like a brat, had everything he wanted |
| And when he walked, he switched like a woman |
| Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft |
| Had to be in before the street lights came on |
| Yo, just the other day I turned my radio on |
| The _Mack Attack_ kicked on a brand new song |
| I didn’t know what it was, I never heard it before |
| But the record was smooth and hardcore |
| I said to myself, 'Hey yo, I gotta see this group' |
| So I called up Aladdin and the rest of the crew |
| Grabbed the nine with the hollow point tip |
| Stepped in the party with a gangster limp |
| Took a look at the stage, and yo, what do you know? |
| The same old faggot from a long time ago |
| From real tight jeans and a go-go boot |
| He went to Pendeltons and a khaki suit |
| Now tell me, ain’t this a blip? |
| Somebody need to slap the perpetrator in the lip |
| Yesterday he was a mama boy, now he’s rappin? |
| Foolin the crowd because he got you all clappin |
| And tappin, an example of what I’m tryin to prove |
| A sucker like this who ain’t never paid dues |
| To those who wanna rap, I’m pertainin to you |
| Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues |
| Let the story be told |
| That’s the way it is |
| You got to pay your dues |
| Low Profile definitely payin the dues |
| W.C, DJ Aladdin |
| Frank, my little brother Crazy Tunes, Jazzy D |
| We in there, everypaid they dues |
| Abracadabra, DJ Aladdin |
| We outta here |