No Respect (Extended Version)

What you want? You ain't gon' get it
What you need? You won't admit it
It really don't matter how hard you try
'Cause money can't buy respect
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
'Cause they think they'll get respect
Bought a big Mercedes and you got about ten more cars
Now you impress the ladies and you're a neighborhood star
Gold on your fingers and your neck
But you still get no respect

Your mind is weak, so when you speak, you're obsolete
Your mental peace is in the street
Your mouth's a beak, big like a bird and your future's bleak
Now you should seek some help, you creep
You're selling crack and living cheap
Bought a brand new ride, it goes beep-beep
Play music outside loud in your jeep
But you should know, unless you're slow
There comes an end to the sidewalk show
And up the river's where you'll go
Wearing stripes from head to toe
No fancy gold, no fancy car
And the brothers inside don't care who you are
A seven-foot brother doing life
Three hundred pounds, says you're his wife
Walks in your cell and says "Fix it up"
Then you look up and say "Not the -"
He says "Shut up", "But, but", no buts
Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?

The money was good, the money was fast
No business mind and the money won't last
In the money race, you fell first to last
Now every night you fight for your
They say what goes up must come down
All hustlers know that sound
'Cause you're here today, gone the next
And you'll find out the hard way
You get no respect

Man, you must be crazy
What you mean I don't get no respect?
You got to respect me, boy
'Cause I was the first freak in the whole street
Ain't nobody had a - like mine
In '72, I was killin' 'em, man
Word up, and a car
I ain't got no cars today, man
I ride by, my car's so pretty, boy
They be on that hard, know what I'm sayin'?
Red daddy caddy, macaroni tony
Respect? Let me tell you, man
I'll go in any liquor store
Anywhere, anytime of day
And get any bottle of anything for free

I'll spell it out, I'll yell it out
For those brothers that keep selling out
'Cause local clout is all you're about
A few - and them hanging out
And every day like a title bout
When the next man wants you taken out
I'd like to know what you're thinkin' about
It sure ain't dyin' without a doubt
But you better wake up before it's too late
Or they'll be doing your makeup down at the coroner's place
And you will have lived just to die
And you'll die with no respect

Word up, man
Girls? Aw, man, you crazy, man
They called me macaroni tony
Rock steady ready Freddy
I had more bitches than countin' and switchin'
They called me sunny with the money
You know what I'm sayin'? Pocket in the pocket
Hit ready Freddy
Haha, yeah, man, I had all the money, man
I was the man