Ras Kass, Xzibit - The Music of Business lyrics

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
The homie John John up in this motherfucker
Mr x to the Z
With a public service announcement
For all you faggot ass rappers (What's that?)
They think just because a nigga's rapping
With a label behind him, it's all great
It's modern day pimps and hoes
Going on in this shit look

Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control
'cause hip-hop plus Glocks
Equals Scott La Rock, 2Pac, and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggas brawl
For lack of protocol
Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands
Like masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rappers at Heaven's Gate
Waiting to battle with Satan
Rassassination: taking heads like
A decapitation (ching)


Trapped in infatuation
(really)? Back up off me kiss my ass
Then wake up and smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown
Your baby mama clown you
Her family down you
Don't want your own kid around you
"You ain't shit, don't do shit
Ain't gone never be shit"
So it's quit's two videos later
She's on your dick (Bitch)
When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry
Be Happy" bragging to her friends: "That's
Just my baby daddy!" and sadly
Niggas start acting like they
Shit don't stink but wait: you getting cut
Like the wedding cake
The music business is straight Mafioso:
Jewish, Italiano, and Black my BMI
ASCAP platinum plaque rap trap
Bootleg my shit to Japan and swap
Meets sell my same shit back
Loan sharks break legs
We break beats state to state
A record deal? That's just a loan
With a fucked up interest rate

(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "I don't know why baby!")
But, uh, handle your business
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")

Sort of like the label is the devil
R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy Metal
They make dough pimped in the ghetto
Label mate: different rat in
The same rat race
The production company is the nigga
That you learn to hate
Management is your crimey
Your lawyer is your liar
And when you're famous but poor
You set your accountant's office on fire
It's like this: they loan you a dollar
For you just to break even, they stack ten
When you finally make one dollar
Their profit is Andrew Jackson ($20)
You skinny, they got plenty
The Benjamins? Before you see any
They getting G's, big cheese
No Vaseline fucking dope MC's, so "freeze"
Call the police chief, it takes a thief
Here's everything you better know
About the record industry like Kashif
'Cause labels is doing $300, 000 deals
Blowing coke smoke up my ass
But we both know crack kills
Not very many, rappers ever see a penny
But double platinum is two million unit's
CD's cost $20 (Too true) So here's a clue:
Somebody just made 40 million dollars
And it sho' wasn't you, nigga

(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "I don't know why baby!")
But, uh, handle your business
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
Handle your business

Wanna know the relation between
Hip-hop and drugs?
'Cause professional athletes, black
Actors, rappers, and thugs
All sleep in the same bed together
Rich niggas only kick it with
Other black people with cheddar
Same lifestyle: legal or illegal it be us
Swinging a three fuck getting
Skeed up at Peanuts which leads up to this:
A high turnover ration
Groupies turn tricks and be
Quick to give fellatio
MC's get the pussy and fame
Record execs floss with a corporate card
And charge it to the rapper's name
But the label owners make all the real money
Just ask David Geffen, Berry Gordy, Russell
Or Puffy (Ching, ching)
In business, you don't get what you deserve
You get what you negotiate
And everything is renegotiable
Based on the sales you generate
But hip-hop fans don't buy
Albums, and then again, tend to player hate
The rapper that went Pop, but before this
I never knew
Skills don't pay the motherfucking bills
Money do is you stupid? How nice I
Represent don't pay rent
The R&B hoe that jock Theo on
The radio buy your CD tho
Rap magazines be screaming they keep it real
But keep the fake on the cover
For the tennis shoe and
Clothing advertisements no wonder
Like Common "I Used to Love HER"
Now I just fuck HER with two rubbers

(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "I don't know why baby!")
But, uh, handle your business
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")

(Xzibit: Rasassination check it out)
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Xzibit: Handle your business)
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "I don't know why baby!")
(Xzibit: But, uh, handle your business)
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Xzibit: yeah, I suggest
Handle your own business)
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Xzibit: Rough riders, lubricated
Fiber ribbed, Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please", Xzibit: Thankfully
We've been blessed to use the Magnums
Extra large yeah, Mr x-to-the-Z, Ras H2O)
(Club Nouveau: "I don't know why baby!")
(Xzibit: Can't stop, won't stop
Never stop handle your business)
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Xzibit: Handle your business)