You Played Yourself Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

This is it, dope from the fly kid 

The Ice mic is back with the high bid 

Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't 

You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot 

Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler 

High Roller, dead pres folder 

Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne 

Evil E...turn up the microphone 

So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape 

Another album to make? Great 

Islam turn the bass kick up a bit 

Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit 

And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac 

Hit the corner slow where the girls are at 

And kick game the way it should be done 

How you gonna drop science? You're dumb 

Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me 

At school you dropped Math, Science and History 

And then you get on the mic and try to act smart 

Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart 

To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait 

Till the press shove a mic in your face 

Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D 

Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy 

And they ask you about the game you claim you got 

Drop science now, why not? 

You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot 

How'd you get into this spot? 

You played yourself... 

Yo, yo, you played yourself... 

I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L 

When it comes to dealin' with the females 

What you got they want, cash is what they need 

Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed 

But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out 

Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about 

But you fool out, your pockets got blew out 

And after the date, no boots, you got threw out 

Mad and shook cos your duckets got took 

Call her up, phone's off the hook 

But who told you to front and flaunt your grip? 

You can't buy no relationship 

You played yourself... 

Yo, homeboy, you played yourself... 

I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front 

And for the money they're sell out stunts 

But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash 

Yo, let me straighten this out fast 

Two hundred thousand records sold 

And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? 

You better double that, then double that again 

And still don't get sooped, my friend 

You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man 

Guess who controls your destiny, fans 

But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star 

That attitude is rude, you won't get far 

Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick 

Unemployment's where you'll sit 

No friends cos you dissed 'em too 

No money, no crew, you're through 

You played yourself... 

That's right, you played yourself... 

You played yourself... 

Yo, yo, you played yourself... 

You got problems, you claim you need a break 

But every dollar you get you take 

Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up 

Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up 

Another way to get money for a jumbo 

When you go to sleep you count Five-O's 

Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin' 

Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin' 

You ripped off all your family and your friends 

Nowhere does your larceny end 

And then you get an idea for a big move 

An armed robbery...smooth 

But everything went wrong, somebody got shot 

You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped 

And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row 

Society's fault? No 

Nobody put the crack into the pipe 

Nobody made you smoke off your life 

You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool. 

You played yourself... 

You played yourself... 

Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself