No Respect Lyrics - How You Like Me Now - Kool Moe Dee

What you want, you ain't gon' get it 

What you need, you won't admit it 

It really don't matter how hard you try 

Cause money can't buy respect 

The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill 

It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill 

Some will do anything for a bill 

Cause they think they'll get respect 

Bought a big Mercedes, and you got about ten more cars 

Now you impress the ladies, and you're a neighborhood star 

Gold on your fingers and your neck 

But you still get no respect 

Your mind is weak, so when you speak 

You're obsolete, your mental peak 

Is in the street, your mouth's a beak 

Big like a bird, and your future's bleak 

Now you should seek some help decree 

You're sellin crack and livin cheap 

Bought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep 

Playin music outside loud in your jeep 

But you should know, unless you're slow 

There comes an end to the sidewalk show 

And up the river's where you'll go 

Wearin stripes from head to toe 

No fancy gold, no fancy car 

And the brothers inside don't care who you are 

A 7-foot brother doin life 

300 pounds, says you're his wife 

Walks in your cell and says: "Fix it up" 

Then you look up and say: "Not the butt" 

He says: "Shut up" "But... but" No 'but' 

Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what? 

The money was good, the money was fast 

No business mind and the money won't last 

In the money rate you fell first to last 

Now every night you fight for your ass 

They say what goes up must come down 

All hustlers know that sound 

Cause you're here today, gone the next 

And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect 

[Old hustler:] 

Man, you must be crazy and bugged 

Whatcha mean I don't get no respect? 

You crazy? 

You got to respect me 

Cause I was the first millionaire off the streets, boy 

Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine 

In '72, I was killin em, boy 

[Young hustler:] 

Man, go 'head, go 'head 

[Old hustler:] 

I'm tellin ya, I was shittin on it 

Word up, I was the man 

And a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man 

My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard 

You dig what I'm sayin? 

[Young hustler:] 

Ha-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head 

[Old hustler:] 

Caddy, boy, Grand Daddy Caddy 

They used to call me Mackaroni Tony, boy 

[Young hustler:] 

Aw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man 

Word, I spell it out, I'll yell it out 

For those brothers that keep sellin out 

Cause local clout is all you're about 

A few bullshit bitches and hanging out 

And every day's like a title bout 

When the next man wants you taken out 

I'd like to know what you're thinkin about 

It sure ain't dyin without a doubt 

But you better wake up before it's too late 

Or they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place 

And you will have lived just to die 

And you'll die with no respect 

[Young hustler:] 

Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes? 

[Old hustler:] 

Hoes? 

Shit man, I had mo' bitches than muthafuckin Con-ed got switches, boy 

I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what I'm sayin 

Hoes, hoes, you dig? 

[Young hustler:] 

You're just talkin shit 

[Old hustler:] 

I had all the money man, I was the man... 

Where you goin Sam? Hold up, hold up 

[Young hustler:] 

Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here 

I don't want to hear more of this shit 

[Old hustler:] 

Wait, before you go - can I get a dollar, man? 

[Young hustler:] 

Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, I ain't hearin no more of that shit 

What happened to all your money, boy? 

[Old hustler:] 

Aw go 'head, nigga, I thought you said you had all the money... 

[Young hustler:] 

I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me 

You just fucked up man, I know how to hustle 

[Old hustler:] 

I got respect, you crazy, man 

I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day 

And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy! 

[Young hustler:] 

Aw go 'head with all that shit 

[Old hustler:] 

That's respect! 

[Young hustler:] 

I got the dollar boy, I'm the man nowadays, you understand? 

You was killin em in '72, I'm killin em in '87, man 

That shit ain't happenin to me, I'm the man! 

Yeah, I'm a hustler's muthafucka 

Me - I ain't never fallin off 

[Old hustler:] 

Aw man, I used to say the same thing, man...