Poetic Justice

(Verse 1: Busta Rhymes)

Look, tell me what you really wanna see

I had the greatest experince

You can have video, what’s it gonna be?

I had to say it, wowin’, my heartbeat started poundin’

Walked on the set while she got dressed and cocked wings on her outfit

Janet, why you doin’ this to me?

At the time I couldn’t believe we both were starrin’ in this movie

You in my video, you know a nigga loved it

I spent 2.4 million on the fuckin’ budget

All my jewelry flooded, see how the kid was on?

First rap nigga album you’re ever featured on

And I was weak in the Lord

Despite the things we said

My first words to Hype Williams is “I can’t believe this dream”

Shot a solo scene, I tried to make mines better

But I love when we shot together

And we rubbed up on each other

But I’m a little jealous, Tip

Your tongue went in her mouth

In that Poetic Justice movie, from what I can account

You know what we be ‘bout…

(Interlude)

Any time, huh?

Any place, baby?

Now, you know, at the time, I was really…

I really had my crush on shorty, man, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I was in love with shorty since she was

Benny and all that on Good Times and shit, you know what I mean?

Ayo, come one, you’s a fucked up dude for doin’ that to me, man, you broke my heart with that, man.

(Verse 2: Q-Tip)

Come on, Buss, you know how many dudes say that to me? Like…

Once a day - girl, truly

We grew up with her through the lens of a camera

Didn’t have much, but dare said I’m havin’ her

Shorty was the joint, here’s my case and point

Me and ‘Pac rollin’ L’s in the trailer

Both of us get to schemin’ how to nail her

First movie ‘bout to come out in the theatre

Pleasure principle, butt to the makeup truck

So ill, I gave her my code

We kissed, I took her control

We swapped as all the film rolled

A marathon, we kept this good thing goin’

Sunset, the moon, it came on

In my mind it would prolong

Listen… the scene was deaded, but I wanted my own edit

Me and Justice kissin’ keep it goin’, two pros with credit

A memorable summer in ’92 out in Cali

When I got back up top my niggas asked about the fatty

And did I smash her madly, to that I had to answer

Negative, but I’d give anything to be her dancer

A captivatin’ lady, I used to be her baby

Good Times, they never fadin’

Look back and celebrate Poetic Justice…

(Outro: Janet Jackson)

At any time, and any place

I don’t care who’s around

In the thundering rain

You stare into my eyes…