[Big Daddy Kane]   Mmm.. mmm, yeah   Oh I like this   I wanna tell this story   A little story about umm..   .. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself   But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin   I call this brother Mr. Pitiful   I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out      The story begins in 1984   when I met the BizMarkie out in front of the store   He used to tell me all the time, "Yo your lyrics is hype   We got to get together and make a record of some type"   I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J   What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"   We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage   Manhattan and Long Island, for Mike and Dave   After that, I was convinced we can do it   until my man Biz jetted and came out with "Make the Music.."   From right there, I said, "Man, this shit is real   Look at Biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"   I got to give it to you Dukes, I was wrong   Well you out there now, so put my black ass on   and sure enough, huh, in about a year's time   I was R-A-W, goin for mine   Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program   And bam, GOD DAMN, look where I am   The first album, _Long Live the Kane_, it sold   about umm.. AWW FUKKIT it went gold   The money was comin in, yes I had done em in   It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then   Cause I was in demand for lots of fans   A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye   I bought myself a condo out in Queens   A plush white Volvo and drove off the scene   But I remained the same since I moved out   for instance - drinkin Olde E and Guinness Stout   And also, hangin out with the troops   Most of all, takin care of Ma Dukes   Then all of a sudden things started to change   And many old friends started actin strange   Behind my back, sayin I'm soft and a sucker   Some even said, "Yo let's rob the motherfucker"   And family members askin for my papers   But Biz set them straight, by makin "The Vapors"   Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green   I'm like, "What the fuck is this? Billie Jean?"   People harassin me, steadily askin me   dis or dat, some even had the audacity   to say that I only liked light-skinned women   Tchk, huh, are you kiddin?   Cause I love everyone   and I never act prejudiced to none   But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical   That's why they call me Mr. Pitiful      A few people know what I'm sayin   Hmm, to the Little Daddy Shane, you know what I mean   and to my man Cool V, you know what I mean   To T.J. Swan, you know what I mean   and to Scoob and Scrap, you know what I mean   To Rob Base and E.Z. Rock, you know what I mean   The Magnum Force, you know what I mean   And to the playboys, you know what I mean   To Shemp Shawn, you know what I mean   and the F.M.C., you know what I mean   Can't forget Miv, you know what I mean   Godfather D, you know what I mean   My man Doug E. Fresh, you know what I mean   and the fifty dollar crew from Canada know what I mean   But most of all I can't forget my man Biz-Mar-KIE   And may I send this to A.J. Quest, Rest In Peace ??