8th - The Buck Stops Here lyrics

[Intro: Sample] I get the paper, so I don't care I get the paper, so I don't care [Verse 1: Apathy] You ever have a dollar bill sittin' in your pocket? Pull it out and take a deeper look at this object Think of all it's seen, from the jeans of crack fiends To doctors' Docker pants, stop to glance, see what I mean? Same dollar bill that's stuffed in a stripper's thong Could be the same dollar bill that's out shoppin' with your mom Same dollar bill buyin' d** for junkies Is the same dollar bill for your kid's lunch money Think about it, a dollar bill slips through stores Everybody's touched one, whether rich or poor You probably got a dollar in your birthday card before But days before, it coulda been used to pay for who*es Still can't see it? Let me set you straight The dollar grandmothers place on collection plates Politicians roll for blow on Election Day Hold to their nose until 5-0's investigate It's underneath pillows when kids lose their teeth The reason why crews'll beef and lose their teeth It fuels deceit, breathe it in deep, the dollar's oxygen Imagine seein' life through the eyes of George Washington [Hook] I get money, money I got I get money I get money, money I got I get the paper so, I don't care [Verse 2: Apathy] Handed to a man in the corner store for lottery Taken from that man in the store in a robbery Given to some kid on the block for a rock Which is stacked in the pile and gets rolled up in the knot Then it's given to a man in a van for a Glock But that man in the van just got caught by the cops So it's given to the cops so the man isn't locked Then the cops split it up so the cash isn't hot The dollar bill's just a small percentage of the whole It's better to spend that excess cheddar slow Keep it very basic, gotta be sure to cover your bases Pull it from the money clip, a tip for the waitress The waitress is an actress, she wants to be famous Her teeth are f**ed up, so she goes to get braces She screams for a taxi, hops in the back seat The cab has an accident and crashed on the back street She's flung to the concrete, her purse explodes Leavin' several single dollar bills scattered in the road A breeze lifts a dollar in the air where it's blown In front of a child's home, where she plays alone Now she walks down the street, happier than before Ringin' bells on the door when she enters the store And with a smile from the clerk when the transaction's done In steps a man with a gun... [Scratch Hook]