Uh...   Yeah.. yeah..   Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..   Know the game!      [Repeat 2X]   You ain't got to lie to me   Ain't got to lie to me   You ain't got to lie to me   Ain't got to lie to me   You ain't got to lie to me   Ain't got to lie to me   You ain't got to lie to me   Ain't got to lie to me      [Grand Puba]   Everything was good, we signed up on the dotted line   Bullshit advancement thinkin everything was fine   Up in the studio workin every night and day   For some strange reason, the work don't match the pay   Now I'm feelin like a slave, Kunta Kente   The A&R tellin me, what we can't say   Brand Nubian y'all on some different shit B   It's gon' be kinda hard to get y'all on MTV, yeah   Now we on a roll, promo tryna blow (Uh-huh)   Family can't see 'em, livin off bullshit pediem   Runnin around the country, assed-out and half-naked   Three niggaz splittin a dollar-fifty off a record   Listen here yo, this shit here better blow   Cuz we ain't gon' see no paper till they get back all they dough   From the studio, photo shoots and dough for clothes   Advancement and shit, and not to mention videos   The way we gon' eat, then we gotta do these shows   I'ma keep it real witcha, that's how this shit goes   The name of the game is "tough luck" if you don't know   I wish somebody woulda schooled me a long time ago   About the samplin and shit (Uh-huh)   How much those artists get   The mechanicals of royalties and publishin and splits   We was happy y'all just being on tour (Yeah)   Until we learned the game, then the attitudes inflamed   Household names, pockets didn't match the fame   And at the same time drop knowledge for your brain   Before you sit down and sip the Cris' and celebrate (Yeah)   Be sho' fo' sho' nigga that you got yo' business straight   Cuz once you sign on the dotted line it's too late   For the next five years, the recors label got yo' fate      You ain't got to lie to me...