Big Daddy Kane - Mr. Pitiful lyrics

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 biz markie 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** 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** 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, got 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 s**y 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 s**er Some even said, "yo let's rob the motherf**er" 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** is this? billie jean?" People hara**in 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