[ VERSE 1 ]  Hey yo, this is dedicated to you small-time thugs  Those who hustle and boost and brothers who sell drugs  Yeah, the money is fast, but it ain't gon' last  Cause when the cops roll past, that ass is grass  Thought you'd never get caught, now you're no longer free  Sold a ki to a D.T., and now you're history  You fuss and cuss, but state time is a must  So you better get tough and learn to adjust  Yo, don't let the soap drop, or high when you smoke top  Or you'll be runnin yours, if not, get your dope chopped  So carry a shank and be prepared for war  Cause if you sleep you get beat and rushed to the floor  Now your sneakers are took before you even could hook  And now they're callin you panook and everything in the book  I tried to tell you from square one  A head-up fight is a rare one  There's no such thing as a fair one  So watch your back, jack, or you'll get attacked  Pimped-smacked and packed and carried out in a sack  With speed knots and lumps, stitch marks, and scars  Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars    (Like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock)--> Kool G Rap    [ VERSE 2 ]  Fresh out the gut his first day back  He just did a state bid for possession of crack  Gained a couple of pounds, got a muscle up build  Shank marks in your gut from damn near gettin killed  Round the way with the guys you're tellin millions of lies  Of how you bust many heads and swoll many eyes  Now the boys on the block think that you was a hardrock  The neighborhood hero, cause you been in Comstock  They're ridin your tip and idolizin your name  But deep down in your heart you know that it's all game  Cause you was soft up north, livin small as a dwarf  And if you even coughed, you got your head knocked off  Beat you down to the ground, but then he took your manhood  Stole your booty hole, now you can't even stand good  Went out like a whimp, now you walk with a limp  You're some chimp, lookin simp, call yourself a pimp  The maytag on a tear, gettin poked in the rear  You can't disappear, you'll be here till next year  Either get bold or feel the pressure and fold  And just hope you can hold till you make parole  There's no glamorous girls, no jewelry or cars  Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars    [ VERSE 3 ]  Just got knocked, and now you sit in the bullpen  You think of the block and all the money you pulled in  20s and 10s, plenty women and friends  Truck jewelry, and a brand-new Benz  Sittin high on a throne, livin like Al Capone  Callin Joan and Simone on a cellular phone  But you took a fall, now you make collect calls  Stuffin your chops with slop in the messhall  Your girl's on the street livin lower than low  She done smoked up your product and spent your dough  Oh, as for the boots - since you been gone  She been gettin it on with your man Rashan  Now he's wearin all your jewels and drivin your Benz  And to make it so bad, you used to be best friends  But even though that's foul, ain't a thing you can do  Cause you won't be comin home till 2002  Now you're just another name everybody forgot about  Got no clout, in jail gettin knocked out  With lumps in your head, stitch marks in your gut  Now the tears takin turns runnin trains in yo butt  Switchin like a bitch, wearin panties and bras  Now you know, it ain't no joke behind bars