You Played Yourself Lyrics

Verse 1
   
   This is it, dope from the fly kid
   The Ice mic is back with the high bid
   Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't
   You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
   Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
   High Roller, dead pres folder
   Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne
   Evil E...turn up the microphone
   So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
   Another album to make? Great
   Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
   Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit
   And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac
   Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
   And kick game the way it should be done
   How you gonna drop science? You're dumb
   Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me
   At school you dropped Math, Science and History
   And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
   Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
   To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait
   Till the press shove a mic in your face
   Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
   Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
   And they ask you about the game you claim you got
   Drop science now, why not?
   You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
   How'd you get into this spot?
   
   You played yourself...
   Yo, yo, you played yourself...
   
   Verse 2
   
   I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L
   When it comes to dealin' with the females
   What you got they want, cash is what they need
   Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed
   But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
   Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about
   But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
   And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
   Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
   Call her up, phone's off the hook
   But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
   You can't buy no relationship
   
   You played yourself...
   Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
   
   Verse 3
   
   I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front
   And for the money they're sell out stunts
   But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash
   Yo, let me straighten this out fast
   Two hundred thousand records sold
   And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold?
   You better double that, then double that again
   And still don't get sooped, my friend
   You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man
   Guess who controls your destiny, fans
   But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star
   That attitude is rude, you won't get far
   Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
   Unemployment's where you'll sit
   No friends cos you dissed 'em too
   No money, no crew, you're through
   
   You played yourself...
   That's right, you played yourself...
   You played yourself...
   Yo, yo, you played yourself...
   
   Verse 4
   
   You got problems, you claim you need a break
   But every dollar you get you take
   Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up
   Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
   Another way to get money for a jumbo
   When you go to sleep you count Five-O's
   Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
   Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
   You ripped off all your family and your friends
   Nowhere does your larceny end
   And then you get an idea for a big move
   An armed robbery...smooth
   But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
   You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped
   And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row
   Society's fault? No
   Nobody put the crack into the pipe
   Nobody made you smoke off your life
   You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool.
   
   You played yourself...
   You played yourself...
   Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself.