Cheesy Rat Blues

[Intro: sampled from The Vapors by BizMarkie]

Nothin can save ya

Nothin, can save ya

Nothin can save ya

[scratched] Nothin

Just throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

Keep 'em there

Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels

[scratched] Can you feel it

I used to be rollin like a millionaire

Cash in a flash, bankroll to spare

Homeboys hangin, champagne and girls

Got my main woman Diamonds, my mistress Pearls

Everybody laughin at my corny jokes

I was stupid; I thought that they were sincere folks

It turned out they liked the money and the fame

If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James

The nobody, who dreamed about bein somebody

Chief rocker at the party

And they was hangin like, Yo, I'm your man

I don't even care about the ring on your hand

We'd go out to eat and chill

But they would go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the bill

I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter

Too busy with a female tellin me I'm the master

I was slick like, Huh, do I know you?

I got play, here, let me show ya

Used to have a girl that was on the ball

When the cash flow got low, so did her calls

Used to have a homeboy, always chillin

My cash went low, he told me I was illin

And don't call cause he don't hang with derelicts

Broke with no cash, yo, I was in the mix

Everybody stepped cause my pocket wasn't fat

My girl got a new man, I fixed his flat

I'm the one that they're laughin' at

They say, Cheesy rat, you ain't all that

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Nothin can save ya

I mean crabbin, played out by backstabbin; I feel like tiein

a anchor to my ankle and jumpin right in the ocean

Cause I'm ashy and I can't afford lotion

So-called friends in the jewelry store

Told me, Todd, come back when you get off tour

Souped as hell, I really regret it

Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit

How can a man like me

be walkin around in a world of misery?

And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine

Cause they be walkin past me like I'm a stop sign

My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty

Sayin, Todd, as if he used to have a sporty

The Benz was slammin, the Jeep was pumpin

Ain't that somethin?

I just laugh, this isn't what I was raised for

When I walk away, it's like ain't this a

kick in the rear, that I'm standin here

And can't afford a tissue for my tear

Should I drink wine and brandy

or get a job puttin stripes on candy

Or put a hole in donuts?

Cause when you're broke, your middle name is so-what?

I had to learn in an incredibly fast way

When you ain't got no money they treat you like an ashtray

I pawned all my jewelry and clothes

Right after that, I got dissed by all the hoes

that I thought was mine, but really never was

Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz

That my tank was on E, and that means empty

That Twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me

Everybody thought I was trippin

I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on slippin

I'm the man that they're laughin at

They say, Cheesy rat, you ain't all that

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Nothin can save ya

I wanna hang with my man like, Let's do this

But this man like Who this?

That's right, the brother got two faces

They got me puttin the tips on shoelaces

P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket

My motto is... I don't care

I don't give a damn, so what, why try?

I might as well rob some Blake Carrington sucker for his money

It's so funny

Cars ride by with the boomin system

Sayin, Leave him alone, my man already dissed him

Now I'm on the cheeseline, poverty-stricken

As the red tape thickens

I go to the park, they wanna baseball-bat me

I go to the mall, they throw my old tapes at me

I'm so horny

And every girl I know be like, He's so corny

I want money in a hurry

I'm gettin tired of leftover curry

I wanna fall off, but I don't know where the edge is

I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges

Now I realize I gotta go for mine

It's windshield time

I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickles

and a kiddy's tricycle

I'm a desperado

I'ma steal your rims is my motto

I watch wrestlin until I'm dizzy sore

So if you're cashin your rent check, know how to get busy

Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake

Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak

I need beer

I'ma catch the Miller truck out there

You know how they throw, the newspapers in the morning

The owner don't want em

I'm the man that they're laughin at

They say, Cheesy rat, you ain't all that.

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Nothin can save ya

So yo, one more time, one more time

Party people in the house tonight

Just throw your hands in the air

And wave em like you just don't care

Keep em there

Run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels