Calling Mr. Welfare

Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin'?

The heavyset one with about ten children?

You may remember her as a slim honey

when her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money

A big time drug dealer from around the way

Slingin' rocks, makin' G's everyday

He drove a big fat Mercedes Benz

and even bought her a car to perpetrate for her friends

It was a brand new Jag, with the spoiler and rag

And the girl was a nag, cause all she did was just brag

I mean bad we know your coat cost a lot

You didn't have to leave on the price tag

And count the times her stomach got plump

Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump

And then the day came, he left the dame shamed

But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game

Pimp Daddy's wanted as he maxes and relaxes

She can't even sue for money, pushers don't pay taxes

So what's to do? Oh yeah

To feed ten mouths, she had to call on Mr. Welfare

What? Mr. Welfare?

Man they playin high-post with low income

Check this out when y'all go around to the corner

y'all gonna check out another episode

Go like somethin' like this

Hey, if you think that suck, bust this

Another little story as I reminisce

about an old friend of mine that was livin' out of order

Makin' money like water (ill-egal?) Yeah, sorta

He sold drugs and robbed a lot of people

But in these days and times, who lives illegal?

It's all about who knows the trade

and who am I to knock him? Homeboy was gettin' paid

He chose his own lifestyle to live it was negative

but his own prerogative

Makin' cash to flash and stash in half the trash

The cops made the dash (sufferin' succotash!)

Because he had to do ten in the pen

and then begin again to apprehend, huh

But what's lost is lost, the reign is over

(Huh, see ya!) Nice to know ya

Money, no longer can he collect it

Can't even get a job cause he got a jail record

So what's left? No hopes of a career

So yeah, he's callin' Mr. Welfare!

Mr. Big Daddy Kane

They don't know what time it is about Mr. Welfare

Do me a favor open up your book to page fifteen

at the top and read it off like this

Here's a story of a guy who had to cop out his life

for bein' a high school dropout

In the ninth grade he wanted to get paid

but now the young brother needs government aid

Because in his past he decided to cut class

and run in the streets to make ends meet

No shame in the game of his

but silly rabbit, Trix are for kids!

So when you sat on the corner with a 40 ounce

talkin' bout what tup? Can't even pronounce

your words correct, now in retrospect

that's a shame but in '89, who gives a heck?

There's no type of path to follow

It's all about a dollar, fuck bein' a scholar

That's why your report card's through

Like a BizMark beat, it reads eww-eww-eww-eww-eww!

So now you wanna wake up and smell the coffee?

Lookin' for a helpin' hand, but get off me!

I tried to tell you the deal last summer

Stay in school, and get yourself a diploma

Now you're on your own, tryin' to make it alone

No food or home, chewin' on a meaty bone

So what's to do since the cupboard is bare?

Brring brring! Call on Mr. Welfare

We-eh-el-el-el, el-el-elllllllfare, c'mon!

Yeah Mr. Welfare

He on some new stuff, what what is it?

He all new and improved?

Right? Yeah, like that old Bug-Out stuff

This guy, is he alright or what?

I think he on a mission with no kind of learnin'

You know what Big Daddy Kane?

We gonna have to take care of this matter

Mister Cee, go ahead, cut it up

My man Big Daddy Kane gonna see about my man Mr. Welfare alright?

Places to go, people to see, things to do

and you know what else to get see ya!

Yeahs!