The beat was sposed to drop right there   The beat was sposed to drop right there   The beat was sposed to drop right there   Yeah yeah yeah... uhh      I send this one out, to my right hand man   or mens, or womens, the whole crew   The real fam      Chorus: KRS-One      We can count the dough or kick a flow   or chill out watchin videos   or actin really silly yo but really doe   all that can end...   Whether at the bar with superstars   or cruisin in the trooper car   I really don't care who you are   All I really need is a friend      Verse One: KRS-One      If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us   We respond to those who show respect with respect   We respond we connect on the same deck   same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly   If you can't understand, we boys we boys   We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys   It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine   my man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme   Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl   my man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan?   I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men   or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in   Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit   in the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles   Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble   Still I got my own space like Hubble      Chorus      Verse Two: KRS-One      Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us   Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us   and wanna shout us, but you my man from way back   I just gots to say that, actin large I don't play that   But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced   A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced   And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us   When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust   When we used to ride the bus we had trust   Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us   Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get   what they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click   I roll thick, but only some are friends really   down to the end, my right hand men and women   Mutual support, from the beginning   Been in, exactly what I've been in      Chorus      Verse Three: KRS-One      Back to back we attack corporate America   Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area   You my man I ain't gotta drag you along   You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on   I don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin car system   thumpin, between the crew we always got sump'un   But if we had nuttin no frontin whatever   We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together   Word, fake people ain't worth a turd   They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard   I send this record to the well respected   Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected   Yeah, so check it, so check it      Chorus