I’ve Committed Murder (Gang Starr Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Guru] Another Gang Starr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray Big kids like us need a lot of space to play I'm blowin' fakes away with my man, Mos Def Of course, Premo on the track, walk the streets, no vest So don't test, 'cause you could catch a bad one I turn you happy-camper rappers into sad ones Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard I need a place to lay low, bro, 'cause this one is murder [Verse 2: Macy Gray] My baby works down at the boulevard cafe Just a fine young man with big dreams Trying to make his own way The owner is this mean ol' bitch Who degrades him everyday Then she fires him for no reason Don't wanna give him his last pay, hey [Chorus: Macy Gray] I've committed murder and I think I got away Hiding at my mother's house, come get me Right away I have no intention of paying For my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane out of here And fly away [Verse 3] When he's down it breaks my heart to see him So I figured I'd talk to her woman to woman I walk in and she countin' her cash Got so much cash her office looks like a green pasture I said, "Give him the money you owe him" She said "Get back, bitch, I ain't givin' you shit" I said "You ol' bag, you ain't heard But them are fighting words" [Chorus] I've committed murder and I think I got away Hiding at my mother's house, come get me Right away (Right away) I have no intention of paying For my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane out of here And fly away [Verse 4: Mos Def] Yo Puttin' a maximum effort for minimum wage It bring the stillest waters up to a simmering rage My boss flippin, steady trippin', wanna get in my face Try-na treat a brother any old typical way He-he-hey that ain't the way I'm living today Give me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate That's when she said "I ain't giving you not one thin dime" That's when she made me wanna switch into my criminal mind She sittin' back in her office countin' major dough And don't wanna give a young man the pay she owe That's when I got on the horn and called Macy yo "Like yo this crazy ho try-na play me low" Macy beamed on the scene with both hands on deck Like, yo, respect your debt or protect your neck But old chick got bold and said what you gon' do Macy reached for the tool, made 'er holla like Ja Rule And I was like "Oh shit! Relax don't flip" But ol' chick got slick Macy let off a whole clip Then she said "You crazy, you know labor ain't free" Snatched the cash and made the dash like O.J. in A.C. and we out [Bridge: Mos Def + Macy Gray] Yo! I didn't know you had a gun Ha! Ha! Ha! What, you think it's funny Look at all this money But damn you went and shot her in the tummy Look at all these papers But we didn't have to go pull a murder caper Make the old lady meet her maker Your maker? That rhymes with Jamaica We better bounce before our face be in the paper Gettin' locked up in the bing is not the flavor [Verse 5: Macy Gray] With a suitcase full of money We flew to a Jamaican paradise One thing I've learned through all of this is Having money sure is nice Me and my baby got married He's working hard to make his dreams come true As far as regrets I don't have any Would you? [Chorus: Macy Gray & Mos Def] I've committed murder and I think I got away Hiding at my mother's house, come get me Right away (Right away) I have no intention of paying For my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane out of here And fly away I've committed murder and I think I got away Hiding at my mother's house, come get me Right away (Right away) I have no intention of paying For my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane out of here And fly away [Outro: Macy Gray] And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away) And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away) And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away) Oh, oh shobee-do-bop