Don’t Do It

Lyrics

["Long Version" includes the following INTRO:] Yo Rich How come y'all go ruthless Turn around and try to be positive? [D-Loc] Look man, people try to tell me that I'm ruthless [Richie Rich] So when I'm kickin' knowledge I be frontin' on the schoolin' [D-Loc] But you're wrong [Richie Rich] It's just another song [Richie Rich & D-Loc] And another attitude that we use to school you [Richie Rich] You know what I'm sayin? A lesson is a lesson no matter how it's taught You can't teach a dog and a cat the same trick, Jack Don't do it [Verse 1] Hitler was a killer, Frank Ward was the Mack Felix Mitchell made money in 20 G stacks Moses split the sea, King Tut wore gold And Jesus, he's the King, so the story is told But my posse, we keep jockin' the freaks 24 a day, and 7 a week The Oaktown, is always poppin' Felt tops, gold tones, the boys ain't stoppin' Not long ago, and brother, listen to me The kid on the block with Atari Was the most, and he had all friends They're playin' game after game, again and again But the times have changed and now comes the grind The mixed up kids have to make up their minds The slow lane, or do they wanna move fast? The dopeman, they say he ain't gonna last The preacher, he's busy tryin' to save souls The devil, he wants all control You see, life is to be lived on the right accord So don't sweat it, young brother, when you can't afford A Benzo, a mobile phone and a yacht Because the brothers in the fast lane haven't forgot There's a heaven and hell, you only get one turn To live eternally, or to eternally burn You're not a cat with nine, you live once not twice So what I'm sayin', is take this advice And don't do it [Verse 2] You see, the book of life has flipped so many pages The styles have changed over ages and ages If it don't get better, then I suppose The winds of life should blow the book to close You see, the world is corrupt and God don't like it And one day like lightning, he'll strike it AIDS is takin' over, and so is the coke But the preacher's real busy just tryin' to provoke The people, to give at last one Sunday Perhaps it can make life better, for Monday And if Tuesday through Saturday you stay on your knees You notice a change, the week was a breeze Other rappers had a chance, but they blew it So all I'm tryin' to say is, don't do it [Verse 3] You see, the blocks are crowded with penny-anny hookers Fresh clean cars and real hard lookers But lately, I haven't felt the same A spell so strong to be in the rap game The microphone, is like the mental higher power My wisdom gives way, so lyrics devour The average, the best, the epitome Anyone who holds rank of an MC Will be slurped, like the drink through a straw So get the punchline, I'm down by law Two R's will be given as a single clue Richie Rich is rhymin' hard and careers are through See, the West Coast holds, the key to the door So obscene weak rumors should be heard no more There are punks on the mic, they gettin' paid Well, here's news, you're bein' played I don't plan to be a king and I don't wear no crown But lyric for lyric, my speech is down And on a one on one basis, tongue for tongue The judge's decision, your rhyme's too young So mellow out, coward, McDonald's is hiring My brain is in effect, in other words firin' Rhyme after rhyme, don't wonder how I do it You had a chance, but you blew it ["Long Version" includes the following Verse 4] Suckers gettin' jobs, they can't hold 'em I'm a fiend for mics, that's why I control 'em And dancin' ain't never been my best thing But I'm a fiend for music so I entertain And rap is not the only thing that I do You get me on a court and I'll run 'em in hoop But now off the court, back to my sport Rappin', the record that you just bought Put the tape in your deck, turn your Zap to fo' Rattle, and roll, and break, you know? California is the place where the hustlers dwell But there's a message at hand that I'm tryin' to sell You've got an Uzi in your trunk, a nine in your coat Switchblade, backfade in case you cuttin' a throat See, the life of flash holds cash but now it's dirty And those who participate, they die early The coroner's office is way too packed Due to sub-machine guns and hand-held gats Dope is for pigeons and pigeons are birds So in essence, peep the final words And don't do it