| E | D | C | |
| Ends, some | people will rob their | mother |
| E | D | C | |
| For the | ends, rats | snitch on one a | nother |
| E | D | C | |
| For the | ends, | sometimes kids get | murdered |
| E | D | C | |
| For the | ends, so | before we go any | further |
| E | |
| I want my | ends |
| E | |
| I knew this | cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar |
| A | |
| He was | Harvard material, Ivy League scholar |
| E | |
| Had a | Ph.D., had an M.B.A. |
| A | |
| But | now he's waiting tables cause there's rent to pay |
| E | |
| Compa | nies downsizing, inflation's rising |
| A | |
| Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed |
| E | |
| Doesn't even feel the effects when he says |
| A | |
| For | got to count how many times he been blessed |
| E | |
| So he | falls off track, starts smoking the crack |
| A | |
| And | once it hits his brain, it starts to chain react |
| E | |
| He sells the | shirt off his back, shoes off his feet |
| A | |
| He's | losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street |
| E | |
| And | all of sudden he's like Jesse James |
| A | |
| Trying to | stick up kids for their watches and chains |
| E | |
| But he's | from business school, and he's nervous with the tool |
| A | |
| So he | ends up on his back in a bloody pool |
| E | |
| For the | ends...etc. |
| I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut |
| And everywhere that I went, she was up in the cut |
| Swinging that butt, like race you out here |
| Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear |
| Brand name wearing, champagne waving |
| Jewels around the neck, a life style she's craving |
| Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending |
| If you do the lending, she'll do the bending |
| Straight machine vending, it's money for take |
| Shopping sprees get her on her knees |
| And if you hit her with keys to your crib, you acting funny |
| Come home one day, find her counting out your money |
| From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo |
| If you're broke she's spittin, and if you're rich she might swallow |
| For the ends...etc. |
| I knew these two homeboys, that made a lot of noise |
| Making money on the block, kids was on they jock |
| They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run |
| DMC, they was toting guns |
| Holdin' weight, goin' out of state |
| Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips |
| Fly jewels and clothes, and got no job |
| And then one did some kid, and one got robbed |
| For the ends...etc. |