Released: January 25, 2000

Songwriter: DJ Premier D’Angelo

Producer: D’Angelo DJ Premier

[Chorus]
Fuck the slice, we want the pie
Why ask why till we fry
Watch us all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
Drugs and thugs, women, wine
Three or four at a time
Watch them all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie

[Verse 1]
Who am I to justify
All the evil in our eye
When I myself feel the high
From all that I despise
Behind the jail or in the grave
I have to lay in this bed I made
If I die before I wake
I Hope the lord don't hesitate
To get to heaven, I done went through hell
Tell my peeps all is well
All them fools whose soul's for sale
Sitting next to the Jezebel
Demons screaming in my ear
All my anger all my fear
If I holler let them hear
In this spinning sphere

[Chorus]
Fuck the slice, we want the pie
Why ask why till we fry
Watch us all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
Drugs and thugs, women, wine
Three or four at a time
Watch them all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie

[Verse 2]
Main ingredients to this dish
Goes like this, here's the list
Materialistic, greed and lust, jealousy, envious
Bread and dough, cheddar cheese
Flash and stash cash and cream
Temperatures at a high degree
Wheres niggas come to feast
Hell's this all about
Apocalypse ain't no doubt
Everybody's ho'ing out all the loot all the clout
Right or wrong, do or die
Only vengeance could pacify
Watch your back and so will I
In these days and time

[Chorus]
Fuck the slice, we want the pie
Why ask why till we fry
Watch us all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
Drugs and thugs, women, wine
Three or four at a time
Watch them all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie

[Bridge]
Ain't no justice
It's just us
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Time has come for most of us
To choose in which God we trust
I know I was born to die
Searching to find a peace of mind
With eighty five dumb and blind
There can be no compromise

[Outro]
Fuck the slice, we want the pie
Why ask why till we fry
Watch us all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
Drugs and thugs, women, wine
Three or four at a time
Uh, wait a minute
Uh, let me tell you about a slice of the devil's pie
Uh, said everybody out there can get down with the slice of the devil's pie
Slice of the devils pie
Said a women in the street sell her fucking body for a slice of the devil's pie
Niggas killing each other in the streets for a slice of the devil's pie
All in line, all in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
All in line, all in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
All in line, all in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
All in line, all in line (I don't give a fuck, I ain't going out for the—)
For a slice of the devil's pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

D’Angelo

Michael Eugene Archer (born February 11, 1974), better known by his stage name D'Angelo (pronounced dee-Angelo), is an American R&B and neo soul singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and record producer.

The allure of D’Angelo began in 1995 on his debut album “Brown Sugar,” where he emerged as a nostalgic figure in modern soul. Armed with a honeyed voice and hip-hop swagger, D’Angelo was equal parts Marvin Gaye and LL Cool J, the consummate musician and the coolest guy in the room.

His second album, 2000’s Voodoo, was a near perfect communion of buttery soul, Crisco-fried funk, and hip-hop thump.