[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
Now here we go, y`all gotta play this
(Why?) Cause the others are so scared to say this
Now tell me, what am I supposed to do
About a sucker like you who ain`t never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you`re gettin wacker
Your girl better step, or I just might jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I don`t bang
I gank suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He don`t deserve it) Hell nah
So take it off your neck
Cause goddamn, you ain`t comin correct
What`s this, a sucker duck holdin a mic?
Like Keith Sweat said, somethin just ain`t right
Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper
Down with crews
But they ain`t never paid dues
Suckers perpatratin, playin hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a flower store
You know what eats me up the most?
Is when a sucker just started and thinks he`s high post
You ain`t pay a nann due in your life
Talkin bout a new style, you know who you sound like?
KRS, Chuck D, Kool Moe, as one
Yellin on the mic like the name was Run
You`se a peon, when I bought a pair of Lee`s
Now all of a sudden you`re supposed to be an MC?
Yo, that`s wack, it just ain`t right
You only stood on one stage in your whole damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, you`se a fool
Everybody wanna rap, but they ain`t paid dues
[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]
I can still remember way, way back in the days
The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin paid
Standin outside just pullin the jacks
To earn a little money to drop a dope track
Back in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge
Couldn`t afford a studio, so we used a garage
Aladdin used to grab a gang of disco breaks
One turntable and a broken 808
My little brother Tunes and Frank, they hung around all night
To make sure that the demo was tight
Didn`t have an enigneer, if you know what I mean
Aladdin did it all at the age of 16
Gifted, uplifted, I was mad as The Mack
Suckers had me playin the back
But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the door
Now I`ma rock the mutha-(uh) till it ain`t no more
We paid dues
[ VERSE 3: W.C. ]
I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot
Real tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets
Homey as hell, he never came outside
Cause everytime I came around, he used to run and hide
Spoiled like a brat, had everything he wanted
And when he walked, he switched like a woman
Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft
Had to be in before the street lights came on
Yo, just the other day I turned my radio on
The _Mack Attack_ kicked on a brand new song
I didn`t know what it was, I never heard it before
But the record was smooth and hardcore
I said to myself, `Hey yo, I gotta see this group`
So I called up Aladdin and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the nine with the hollow point tip
Stepped in the party with a gangster limp
Took a look at the stage, and yo, what do you know?
The same old faggot from a long time ago
>From real tight jeans and a go-go boot
He went to Pendeltons and a khaki suit
Now tell me, ain`t this a blip?
Somebody need to slap the perpetrator in the lip
Yesterday he was a mama boy, now he`s rappin?
Foolin the crowd because he got you all clappin
And tappin, an example of what I`m tryin to prove
A sucker like this who ain`t never paid dues
To those who wanna rap, I`m pertainin to you
Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues
Let the story be told
That`s the way it is
You got to pay your dues
Low Profile definitely into payin the dues
W.C, DJ Aladdin
Frank, my little brother Crazy Tunes, Jazzy D
We in there, everypaid they dues
Abracadabra, DJ Aladdin
We outta here
