Letra de Show Business

Verse 1[Q-Tip]Let me tell you 'bout the snakes, the fakes, the liesThe highs at all of these industry shing-dingsWhere you see the pretty girlsIn the high animated worldCheckin' for a rapper with all the doughIf you take a shit they want to knowAnd if you're gonna fall, they won't be around, y'allSo you still wanna do the show business?And you think that you got what it takes?I mean you really gotta rap and be all thatAnd prepare yourself for the breaksCheck it out!Do you wanna be in the business? (The Business)The ups and downs with the hoes (The Business)Always gettin' fronted on at shows (The Business)People gotta stick their nose (In the Business)Verse 2[Q-Tip]Yo, I gotta speak on the cesspoolIt's the rap industry and it ain't that coolOnly if you're on stage or if you're speakin' to your peopleAin't no-one your equalEspecially on the industry sideDon't let the games just glideRight through your fingers, you gotta know the dealSo Lord Jamar speak, because you're real...[Lord Jamar]They're givin' you the business and puttin' on a showYou're a million dollar man that ain't got no doughBut you got a ho tickets backstage to a showSedated and at that fact they elatedTime pass and your ass say "Where's my loot?"The reply is a kick in the ass from a leg and a bootAll you wanna do is taste the fruitBut in the back they're makin' fruit juiceYou ask for slack and wanna get cut loose from the labelNot able cos you signed at the tableFor a pretty cash advance, now they got a song and danceThat you didn't recoup, more soup wit' ya meal?Cos this is the real when you get a record dealAnd I say...[Phife]Aw....shucks, look what the cat hauled inIt's Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest, let me beginLike Chuck D, I got so much trouble on my mind'bout these no-talent artists gettin' signed, they can't rhymeAnd if that ain't bad, you got bootleggersGoin' out like suckers, motherfuckersFeel it's time that I let loose the lionAnd if not that then I'll commence to head flyin'Seems in '91 everybody want a rhymeAnd then you go and sell my tape for only $5.99?Please nigga, I've worked too hard for thisNo more will I take the booty end of the stickBogus brothers makin' albums when they know they can't hack itCos they lyrics is played like 8-Ball jacketsNow tell me I can't tear it upGo get yourself some toilet paper cos your lyrics is buttDo you wanna be in the business? (The Business)People can't walk a straight line in (The Business)Some of these brothers can't rhyme in (The Business)A-yo, I'm tryna get mine (The Business)Verse 3[Sadat X]The party scene is cool, but then again it's all the sameYou see the same faces, but at different placesWhen you're up and ridin' high everything is palsy-palsyGet a million pounds and all the skins give you hugsWell that's cool, I can dig it, it really ain't my bagPrefer to max on the side and let my pants sag"Oh, he's a cutie", yeah, real cuteBut I wasn't that cute when I didn't have no lootAlthough I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbsSo fuck what you heardThe born cipher, cipher master makes me think much fasterBut critics still continue to plasterMy name and discredit my fameAll that shit is gameAnd I don't really give a damnEat from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham[Diamond D]Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents inDon't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed inA matter of minutes so it must be toldAll that glitters' not goldEverybody wants a deal, help me make a demoSee my name in bright lights, ride around in a limoMy moms keeps beefin' ("Boy, get a job")But I wanna make jams, damn, I know I'll slamHuh, well it's not that easyYou gotta get a label that's willin' and ableTo market and promote, and you better hope(For what?) That the product is dopeTake it from Diamond, it's like mountain climbin'When it comes to rhymin' you gotta put your time inGet a good lawyer so problems won't pileYou don't wanna make a pitch that's wild.