{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G   I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes   Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this ear boy   Yeah you know I wanna come out, I wanna go out on tour with you man   Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man   It's a little different than you think man   Yo so what is it really like baby}      It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets   Get fly crash the Limo back seats   Lookin' in the faces of some ladies that I never met   On the interview tip, no sweat      They ask me questions, I throw the words back   They say they write facts, I know that's bull crap   They're kickin' drama, but then drama's my middle name   That's the price ya pay for big fame      The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up   But it's my J O B, I gotta kick it up   Another damn reporter on the line with a word quiz   I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' in the showbiz      Outta the Limo, to the plane in the pourin' rain   I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains   Another show to do, I gotta catch my crew   They left last night in the bus around two      The plane's a small one, no fun at all   Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball   When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground   But it's time to wreck a new town      Get to the arena, meet up with the crew   They tell me all the speakers blew   The cordless don't work, sound man's a jerk   Somebody's gonna get hurt      I'm crazy mad but my fans want autographs   I turn my angry frowns into fake laughs   I can't be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand   I ain't human no more, I'm a Superman      You can try but you'll never understand this   You can try but you'll never understand this   Try an' try but you'll never understand this   The lifestyles of the rich and infamous      Alright you got five minutes in store dude   Then after that you got a photo session right on yo   Grab masses, spin, I don't know   There's a fucking bunch of people that want to see you      Four hours till show time, oh well   I might as well check in the hotel   Get a little rest before it's time to play   Ten brothers standin' in the hallway      All with demo tapes, they need the hook up   They heard that I was the one to look up   I can't ditch 'em 'cause they already saw me   I'll put my head down, maybe they'll ignore me      No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"   I listened to twenty-five songs   And after that the brothers still wouldn't leave   They started lookin' at my T.V      I was gonna break down if they didn't jet soon   Snuck across the hall and crashed in E's room   But then this freak came in thought I was E   Straddled her legs across me      Ripped off her blouse pushed her breast against my face   Started gyratin' her waist   Sounds fly like a hype sex thriller?   But see she looked like Godzilla      Pushed her off me, home girl hit the floor   This is what it's like on tour   I hit the hallway, it was crawlin' thick   "Could we take this picture real quick?"      Jumped into a pose that I used a million times before   Took pictures with the whole damn floor   I couldn't say no not to my fans   You see they wouldn't understand      You can try but you'll never understand this   Try an' try but you'll never understand this   You can try but you'll never understand this   The lifestyles of the rich and infamous      Alright will somebody gets these hoes off the bus   Get the god damn girls off the bus   No more backstage passes, whose [incomprehensible] is this   Get everybody out of the room, the hotels gonna throw us out   Where is Ice T, he's got the socks and more pigeons up here   Evilyn lost the fuckin' records      Now it's show time, time to flow time   Evil lost the records but we still gotta go time   The house is packed, everybody's on their feet   So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat"      I'm catchin' problems from every angle   The mic cords are tangled   I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled   Damn near slipped and broke my ankle      If that ain't enough, the police are hawkin'   Listenin' real close to the words I'm talkin'   They wanna put a brother like me in the back seat   Just because I curse the beat      E hits the fader and the crowd is lit   I start bustin' off some new shit   The stage is so smokey that I almost fall off   I start inhalin' it, I'm tryin' not to cough      They wanna tap my phone wanna keep my crib bugged   Call all my homes, felonist, street thugs   You might say I think this lifestyle sucks?   I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks   Although it's all not glamor and gleam   It's still my dream      You can try but you'll never understand this   The lifestyles of the rich and infamous   Yo, this is dedicated to all my fans   To support Ice T and the Rhymes syndicate   Peace I love ya   The lifestyles of the rich and infamous