Ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends   Rats snitch on one another for the ends   Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends   So before we go any further, I want my ends      I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar   He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar   Had a PhD., had an M.B.A.   But now he's waiting tables 'cause there's rent to pay      Companies downsizing, inflation's rising   Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed   Doesn't even feel the effects when he says   Forgot to count how many times he been blessed      So he falls off track, starts smokin' the crack   And once it hits his brain, it starts to chain react   He sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet   He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street      And all of sudden he's like Jesse James   Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains   But he's from business school and he's nervous with the tool   So he ends up on his back in the bloody pool      For the ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends   Rats snitch on one another for the ends   Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends   So before we go any further, I want my ends      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, life style she's craving   Ain't no saving, she's doin' enough spending   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', if you're rich she might swallow      For the ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends   Rats snitch on one another for the ends   Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends   So before we go any further, I want my ends      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 disappeared and one got robbed      For the ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends   Rats snitch on one another for the ends   Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends   So before we go any further, I want my ends      Ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends   Rats snitch on one another for the ends   Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends