Mmm mmm, yeah
Oh I like this
I wanna tell this story
A little story about umm
A brother who you would think has everything goin' for himself
But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin'
I call this brother mr. pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin' about him, check it out
The story begins in 1984
When I met the biz markie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make a record of some type"
I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j
What the f** makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"
We did a few shows together, freestylin' on stage
Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave
After that, I was convinced we can do it
Until my man biz jetted and came out with "make the music"
From right there, I said, "man, this sh** is real
Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"
I got to give it to you dukes, I was wrong
Well you out there now, so put my black a** on
And sure enough, huh, in about a year's time
I was r-a-w, goin' for mine
Droppin' jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, got damn, look where I am
The first album, long live the kane, it sold
About umm aww fukkit it went gold
The money was comin' in, yes I had done em in
It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then
Cause I was in demand for lots of fans
A s**y chocolate guy in the public eye
I bought myself a condo out in queens
A plush white volvo and drove off the scene
But I remained the same since I moved out
For instance drinkin' olde e and guinness stout
And also, hangin' out with the troops
Most of all, takin care of ma dukes
Then all of a sudden things started to change
And many old friends started actin strange
Behind my back, sayin' I'm soft and a s**er
Some even said, "yo let's rob the motherf**er"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm like, "what the f** is this? billie jean?"
People hara**in me, steadily askin' me
Dis or dat, some even had the audacity
To say that I only liked light-skinned women
Tchk, huh, are you kiddin'?
Cause I love everyone
And I never act prejudiced to none
But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical
That's why they call me mr. pitiful
A few people know what I'm sayin'
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what I mean
And to my man cool v, you know what I mean
To t.j. swan, you know what I mean
And to scoob and scrap, you know what I mean
To rob base and e.z. rock, you know what I mean
The magnum force, you know what I mean
And to the playboys, you know what I mean
To shemp shawn, you know what I mean
And the f.m.c., you know what I mean
Can't forget miv, you know what I mean
Godfather d, you know what I mean
My man doug e. fresh, you know what I mean
And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what I mean
But most of all I can't forget my man biz-mar-kie
And may I send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace