To Me, In A Perfect World, You

You Want The Industry To Finally Admit That You're Good. But I'm Still Good Without Their Admission.

Go Down To The Corner Store And Beat The Jap Up, Clean All The Crap Up.

My Son, O'shea. He Looks Like Me, And He Can Rhyme.

When I Was In N.w.a. And Didn't Get Paid All The Money I Was Owed, That's When The Business Side Of Showbiz Hit Me. I Thought, "half Of This Is Workin'. I'm Famous, But Now I Need To Be Famous With Some Money." That Got My Brain Started At Trying To Figure Out The Business End. And Once I Figured Out The Business Side, I Next Came To Understand That Success Really Comes Down To The Product, Not To Me, My Personality, Or What Club I'm Seen Going Into Or Coming Out Of. None Of That Matters.

A Bird In The Hand Is Worth More Than A Bush.