🎵 Chapter 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man) // by Common

47 ContributorsChapter 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man) Lyrics One of the most underrated songs of the early ‘90s, Common and Ynot exchange verbal blows about the merits of wealth. Despite his producer credits, Ynot absolutely kills his verses as both deliver lines… Read More  [Intro] Let's talk about money Y-not get the money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money [Verse 1: Common & YNot] I be the one they call Petey I'm po' (As what?) as Edgar Allan (Oh well) But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin' Egad it is I, master Y-not, never the less Fresh like air, well dressed, yes the L.S. is here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margarine, I'm butter Yes, fly like my Lear, I jet Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time It's time for some percolator I circulate around the block black So give me a six-pack and a half of Harold's Chicken A good combination When I get bubbly, I do it in moderation One brew, one brew, I said, one brew at a time Well I'm a two-timer of women that are three times a lady May Sadie say Sade and may Ms. Goldberg say "Yo Whoopie, there it is" Call me E 'cause I equal MC squared In the biz, marks know I got the key, to get the girl's noses Open like the vapors, more pub than the papers More papers than the press, oh yes, I gets paid Yes, check it I didn't grow, grow up, up po', po' But once you get grown, and out on your own Bills upon bills upon bills is what you have Before you get your check, then you already spend half See, I make money, money doesn't make me I'm a reflection of my section and my section 8 Enough! I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls To have them comin' in (Ohhh yes) 8 seconds I told Victoria her Secret you suck, like Sucrets I Ultrawhite my secretary, I went to Tibet To bet on my horse, you bet your life Mine was better and now your deader Than a... (Than a door knob) eah wrong [Chorus: Common & YNot] So what's your name? I'm the Com, the broke Com Sense And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense And if you givin' your papers to a broad, you'se a dummy 'Cause without no money (Ain't a damn thing funny) (Ain't a damn thing funny) (Ain't a damn thing funny) [Verse 2: Ynot] Rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock I rock like Prudential, making (Haha) from O That's mucho dinero, like Robert De Niro A robber's dinero, a hero like the sandwich A Manwich has mills like Stephanie Mills, dills like pickles I'm fancy, man, I tickles like the French Not Johnny, but like Bench, I press on like Lee I stan' like Lee, while you stagger like Lee Most likely I'll dagger that bull-ish, I pull ish like a magnet Or Dragnet, I don't drag, I gets net income Yo, bums I rush like adrenaline I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush'll get mushed Like a sleigh dog, I slay dogs who are under me I'm over men; call me Doberman, 'cause I'm a Pinscher of pennies That's pretty, leave your city green from all the money I spent I stay fresh like a mint from mint I meant my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman Friendly like neighbors, not Jim But like Gomer, I got piles of loot Attention, salute, I kill loot but won't dilute Even if I threw garbage on the ground, I couldn't pollute Man, I'm too rich for that (Bitch!) Y-not got the money [Chorus: Common & YNot] So what's your name? I'm Y-not, I own a mansion and a yacht I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy 'Cause without the money (Ain't a damn thing funny) (Ain't a damn thing funny) (Ain't a damn thing funny) (Ain't a damn thing funny) (Ain't a damn thing funny) [Verse 3: Common] Y-not, let me tell ya a story Okay, it was a black man, a white man, and a Chinese man The black man, of course he was po' (Yeah) The white man, he was rich (Uh-huh) And the Chinese man, he owned a sto' (Aight, c'mon) Okay, the black man lived on Beat Street The white man lived on Wall Street And at the Chinese man's store is where they all meet Not really on the good foot 'Cause the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes (Damn!) And in his shoes there were holes But the white man didn't care; shit, he didn't have to wear it (Uh-uh) The scratch that he had, he got from his parents With his tight ass, he woulda been poor white trash, but anyway Everyday the black man would ask him to spare change But at him, the white man would stare strange So the black man got fed up 'Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him The Chinese man got 'noid and broke out like a peon And now the black man own the store And the name of it is Leon's (What's that?) Barbecue, that is! (Oh...) Rib tips, hot sauce, mild sauce, fries, and chicken [Chorus: Common & YNot] So what's your name? I'm Y-not, I own a mansion and a yacht I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy 'Cause without the money (Ain't a damn thing funny) Now what's your name? Well I'm the Com, the broke Com Sense And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense And if you givin' your papers to a broad, you'se a dummy 'Cause without no money (Ain't a damn thing funny) [Outro: Ynot] Two thousand and thirteen shot Common Sense and Ynot UAC and Darian combined We rock while you rot, no stress