[Verse 3: Lord Jamar]
They're giving✦ you the business,✦ and putting on a show
You're a million✦ dollar✦ man that ain't got no dough
But you got a ho tickets backstage to a show
Sedated, and at that fact, they elated✦
Time pass and your ass say, "Where's✦ my loot?"
The reply✦ is a kick in the ass from a leg in a boot
All you wanna✦ do is taste the fruit
But in the back, they're making✦ fruit juice
You ask for slack and wanna✦ get cut loose from the label✦
Not able 'cause you signed✦ at the table
For a pretty✦ cash advance, now they got a song and dance
That you didn't recoup,✦ "More soup with your meal?"
'Cause this is the real when you get a record deal
And I say...
[Verse 4: Phife Dawg]
Awwww, shucks! Look what the cat hauled✦ in
It's Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called✦ Quest, let me begin✦
Like Chuck D, I got so much trouble on my mind
'Bout these no-talent artists getting signed,✦ they can't rhyme
And if that ain't bad, you got bootleggers
Going out like suckers,✦ motherfuckers✦
Feel it's time that I let loose the lion
And if not that, then I'll commence to head flying
Seems in '91, everybody✦ want a rhyme
And then you go and sell my tape for only✦ $5.99?
Please, nigga!✦ I've worked✦ too hard for this
No more will I take the booty✦ end of the stick
Bogus brothers✦ making✦ albums when they know they can't hack it
'Cause they lyrics✦ is played like 8-Ball jackets
Now tell me I can't tear it up
Go get yourself some toilet✦ paper✦ 'cause your lyrics✦ is butt
[Chorus: Phife Dawg, Q-Tip, (Diamond D), (*Sadat X*) & All]
Do you wanna✦ be in the business?✦ (The Business!)✦
(People can't walk a straight line in..) (The Business!!)✦ Uh
Some of these brothers✦ can't rhyme in.. (The Business!)✦
(*A-yo, I'm tryna✦ get mine*) (The Business!)✦
[Verse 5: Sadat X]
The party✦ scene is cool, but then again✦ it's all the same
You see the same faces,✦ but at different places✦
When you're up and riding✦ high, everything is palsy-palsy
Get a million✦ pounds and all the skins give you hugs
Well, that's cool, I can dig it, it really✦ ain't my bag
Prefer✦ to max on the side, and let my pants sag
"Oh, he's a cutie" — yeah, real cute
But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have no loot
Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard!
The Born-Cipher-Cipher-Master✦ makes✦ me think much faster✦
But critics still continue to plaster✦
My name and discredit my fame
All that shit is game, and I don't really✦ give a damn
Eat from the tree of life and throw away✦ the verbal✦ ham
[Verse 6: Diamond D & Q-Tip]
Well, excuse✦ me, I gotta✦ add my two cents in
Don't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed in
A matter✦ of minutes, so it must be told
All that glitters not gold
Everybody✦ wants a deal, help me make a demo✦
See my name in bright lights, ride around✦ in a limo✦
My moms keeps beefin'✦ ("Boy, get a job")
But I wanna✦ make jams, damn, I know I'll slam
Huh, well, it's not that easy✦
You gotta✦ get a label✦ that's willing and able
To market✦ and promote, and you better✦ hope
(For what?) That the product is dope!
Take it from Diamond, it's like mountain climbing
When it comes✦ to rhyming, you gotta✦ put your time in
Get a good lawyer✦ so problems won't pile
You don't wanna✦ make a Pitch that's Wild