Verse One: Phife Dawg
Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes
The car oh yeah there`s money in my jacket
Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it
Yo tip I tell you man the devil`s tryin it
But I`m goin to stay strong cause I ain`t buyin it
Tonight I`m taking Sherry out, I don`t have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up on the phone, oh shit I`m fryin it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think I`ll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother wants Barney, cool I`m gettin it
Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain`t sellin it
Here we go with the cryin, yo he`s throwin fits
My blood pressure`s blowin up, I can`t take the shit
Finally got what he wanted now he`s good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where`s my radio?
One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see...
They had no mercy on the car they almost killed me
Where the hell can Nicki be? I`m gonna smack her up
I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo Sheila`s home
Steady smilin like a mother yo I`m read` to bone
Went down to hon, she`s in the red zone
Stressed out more than anyone could ever be
Forever tryin to clear the samples for my new LP
Everybody knows I go to Georgia often
Got on the flight and I ended up in Boston
With all these trials and tribulations yo I`ve been affected
And to top it off, Starks got ejected
Refrain: Phife Dawg
Problems, problems, problems, woe is me I`m havin
problems, problems, problems..
Verse Two: Phife Dawg
Just last week my girl was stressin me
Now her best friend be underssin me
Well I was lovin her by the moon ray
Now I`m tricking on her like Kinte` (c`mon)
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
Walkin towards the car, here come the damn cops
Now I`m station bound for the thai sticks
I bought it for my man, I don`t believe this shit
Coach sat me down from the ball team
Cause I was breakin niggaz on the inseams
Some niggaz cross town was tryin to stick me
All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty
Picked up this girl in the hooptie
Just because I rhyme she tried to soup me
Pay for this, pay for that, loot for nails and hair
Who the hell you think I am, Mr. Belvedere?
Go and get a bloody job, then can we look cute
Even if you give me boots, you`ll neva see my loot
She wasn`t even all of that just another hooker
So I turned that ass away, quick like Chucky Booker
Sometimes you got put the hoes in their friggin place
Just move from in front me with your botty face!
Refrain: Phife Dawg
Problems, problems, problems, Lord knows I`m havin
problems, problems, problems, Jesus Christ I`m havin
problems, problems, problems, pray for me I`m havin
problems, problems, problems..
Yeah
Yeah..
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside
Hah, and you`ll be alright, knowhatI`msayin?
Love and peace from Phife for `93, knahmsayin?
Tribe Called Quest, Shaheed and Tip
This is how we flip
My man Muhammad in the house, huh [come on, come on]
Zulu Nation in the house, huh [come on, come on]
SubRoc is in the house, huh [come on, come on]
My man Skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on]
Jarobi White is in the house, huh [come on, come on]
Bob Power in the house, huh [come on, come on]
My man Eric in the house, huh [come on, come on]
My man Nitro in the house, huh [come on, come on]
Refrain: Q-Tip
Help me out y`all, help me out now
Help me out y`all, help me out now
Help me out God, I really need ya
Help me out now, I really need ya
Help me out y`all, help me out now
