It Wasn't Me, It Was The Fame Lyrics - Epmd

As the wind sets the mood, it's time to let off 

A sucker tried to play me, the E I'm not soft 

I'm very hardcore, droppin bombs like Warsaw 

It reminds me, back in 1984 

When I went to a party with the master plan 

To step up, and put the mic in my hand 

Everybody was there, from junior high to high schools 

Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools 

Then I got the heart and went by the set 

I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat" 

Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it 

The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it 

Later on I made a record, and got recognition 

Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin 

Written and produced by the new rap duo 

Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school 

I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features 

That used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the 

Tip tip-top and I won't stop 

To be the master, in the field of hip-hop 

I did that, and got a name for myself 

The image of E, and all of my wealth 

I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same 

Oh what a shame, I diss em 

Who to blame? It wasn't me it was the "Fame!" 

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It wasn't me it was the "Fame!" 

Before I cut records I had dreams of livin large 

Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards 

But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed 

Said, "You better grab your books and take your behind to class" 

They said, "You couldn't make a record and expect to get paid 

Cause there's too many def rappers in the world today" 

I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def" 

They said, "Your name is Parrish son, you're like all the rest 

Frontin you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess" 

But when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide open 

Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin 

But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas 

Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch, and James Ellis 

I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow 

First name was Terry, last name Romanello 

My records started sellin then P withdrew 

From the college Southern Con, known as SCSU 

But when I often go and visit they say, "P bust a rhyme" 

I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign 

They wanna feel my gold and sport my Rolex 

But P reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex 

And when I step up on the scene I always hear them whisper 

"Yo P's not the same, did you see him diss you?" 

I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain 

It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it was the "Fame!" 

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It wasn't me it was the "Fame!" 

Oh! 

Now you wanna know me, before you wasn't speakin 

Now you watch "Yo! MTV Raps" every weekend 

Just to see me, the E, and the P 

Coolin out on the scene, with Fab 5 Freddy 

Back then you didn't know, that I was determined 

To be a def rapper with the name Erick Sermon 

To be a crowd mover, someone that cause trouble 

Then I thought, and came up with E Double 

I can't forget, how they used to diss 

Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp 

But I got paid, now you feel stupid 

Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it 

Now I clock G's, trunk jewels, and star trims 

Cool around town, and flex my black Benz 

Definitely hooked up, with the system that cranks 

Livin well off, with dinero in the bank 

EPMD, is Erick Parrish Makin Dollars 

Always on tour, so you can call us Rhodes Scholars 

You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss you 

I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the "Fame!" 

It wasn't me it was the "Fame!" 

As I freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm 

I use my crazy def talent, that God has given 

Me to flow slow, and still live large 

To drop a def LP, and catch MC's off guard 

Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mall 

But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall 

I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumble 

"They got lucky on Strictly Biz but watch the next one crumble" 

My father always told me to wisen up son 

Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one 

So I cut my friends off, and P went for self 

Me and Erick Sermon, and no one else 

Strictly writin def lyrics to my best ability 

With the crazy imagination as my only utility 

Cause MC's around my way brag how def they are 

But now they workin full time, and sharin their mom's cars 

Always frontin to the girls, how hard you can rock 

But you leave out how you carpin to go punch the clock 

Yeah we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt 

But don't blame us, blame God, it's his fault 

For assistin us on the mission of a point of no return 

To do a crab MC, who did not learn 

Now when you're hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not 

And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spot 

So next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and respect 

Between me and you sonny, straight up, I'm like death 

I cooled on the Run tour, with Flavor and Chuck 

Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince but I guess that was luck 

I did shows in crazy countries, like Europe and France 

Copenhagen, Denmark, and Amsterdam 

I even been to our country, that they call Africa 

Keep your eyes on your girl, cause P'll be watchin around the 

Tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin 

A new way to sway, cause brothers keep vickin 

Flows and echoes, that sound exact 

But you're rhymin in circles, and you ain't sayin jack 

So take it in stride, by the way I'm still the same 

First name is still Parrish, Sue's my girl, nuttin changed 

You insist I act funny, but who's to blame? 

It wasn't Yo! MTV Raps, the money, or Soul Train 

It was the "Fame!" 

It wasn't me it was the "Fame!"