Woman interviewing Ace:    "Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is:   Considering how long you've been in the game, all the places you been   and all the songs that you've done and all the cats you've worked with,   is there anything you'd do differently?   What I mean to say is, do you have any regrets?"      If I never recorded another song   If I was wrong, and nothin' I spitted was ever strong   If I never perform at another venue   If this genuine love doesn't continue   If none of my records was ever sold   If I fold, and I never see platinum or even gold   If no one ever again can recall, if I stalled   And start workin' part time at the mall   If theres no more shows for be to dabble in   No more travelin', leavin' the show in Maryland   If none of my songs that ever been never spin   In heavy rotation ever again   If I don't do a song to insight millions   Or get a video done by Hype Williams   If theres never a chance again to be seen   On the pages inside of another magazine   If the luxuries in life I can't ? or afford   If I never win the Billboard or the Source award   I wouldn't want ya pity or ya sympathy   Even if Marley never put me on The Symphony   But I gotta admit it I'm glad he did it   Its considered the first verse I ever spitted   I release I'm still apart of history   I learned the key to victory, its not a mystery   See I got alotta love for what I do in life   And after this I'm then I'ma find somethin' new in life   I guarantee ya it'll be somthin' that I really love   I give thanks for my life to God up above   That I'm blessed to have a job I enjoy doin'   And now as a man doin' what I was a boy doin'   The only difference is now I get to eat from it   I never though I would be known on the street from it   And if not one fan that shows gratitude   And if they see me they walk by with an attitude   It was still an enjoyable ride   Yeah, big up to Kane, Biz Mark and The Pharcyde   And of course to all of my past labelmates   Y'all keep on risin' like the cable rates   Ay yo, Premier and Guru, this goes out to you   Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you   I don't know if its the end but yo it might be   Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia Heed and Spike Lee   And everybody in the game I ever worked with   And all the chicks up in the game I used to flirt with   But if I never get another piece of show coochie   Never see no Louie Vattone or no Gucci   No more suede and linen or designer denim   No more Jeeps with 1,000 watt systems in 'em   No more sittin' on chrome with those Parelli shoes   No more gettin' my name up in the daily news   No more Lexus, Coups, Beamers and Benzes   No more Cardiae frames with colored lenses   No more chains and bracelete, and no baguettes   But for what its worth yo, I got no regrets