Inner City BluesPudgee tha Phat Bastard

[Intro: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX]
Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard: I’m saying, “Check it out”
DMX: Yeah, niggas be dying for nothing
Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard: Niggas be dying over some small bullshit. Bitches too, you know’m saying?
DMX: Bitches be getting beat up
Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard: You can all eat a motherfucking dick
DMX: Women be getting beat up and called bitches. Drugs, all that

[Hook: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX]
Ayyo
The world ain’t a place to live. I got a whole
Lot of advice to give, I got a lot of
Bullshit on my mind, and I think
Living is a waste of time (Check it out)

[Verse 1: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard]
This is how it is around my way: your gift at
Christmas is to live another day. The murders that happened
I hate the way TV depicts to me, stray bullets
Be manslaughtering innocent victims. Welfare checks
Abandoned buildings, the dramatics, derelicts
Thieves, wife-beaters, heroin addicts got the kid around the block
Always carrying the nine. If you get out of line
He’ll make you lose your mind—what I mean is
He ain’t tryna hear your fly talk, running off at the mouth
Or get your thoughts on the sidewalk—that’s
The way that it be in this society. These things
If you was me, you’d rather die than see

[Verse 2: DMX]
Ayyo
Guess why I hit the fucking streets at night—(Why?)—I gots
To do what I gotta do ‘cause my family ain’t eating right
You ain’t got nothing coming but a real nice grave
Niggas don’t want a damn thing but their life saved
Go out for your man if you want. Whatever’s clever, and both of y’all-
-’ll go all-out to the graveyard together. I ain’t
Bullshitting ‘cause I got shit to do like drive-bys
Split your crew with not one but two Glocks
‘Cause I hit blocks at a time for chumps that don’t
Know the money they’re making is mine. I’m coming to collect
Like the free phone call, nigga. Hit me off
With PC, don’t make me take it all, nigga

[Hook: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX]
Ayyo
The world ain’t a place to live. I got a whole
Lot of advice to give, I got a lot of
Bullshit on my mind, and I think
Living is a waste of time (For real). Ayyo
The world ain’t a place to live. I got a whole
Lot of advice to give, I got a lot of
Bullshit on my mind, and I think
Living is a waste of time

[Verse 3: DMX]
Mad fucking stressed, and I can’t even sleep where I rest
So now I wear a vest, but what if I don’t catch it in the chest?
Then I’m out like a light when the power’s gone
And there’s another tombstone a child is putting flowers on
Long live the dream of making enough cream where I
Won’t have to scheme or roll around with a team of niggas
I can’t trust, that I might have to bust all for
Something dumb. Know where I’m coming from? The fuss
Is too much to bare and, every day, it’s getting worse. It got me
Plotting on my peeps and how to get ‘em first, thirst
Is something to make a nigga strive to stay alive, and I watch
My own back with the black four-five

[Verse 4: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard]
Babies having babies when they know can’t afford ‘em
The fathers be leaving when they know they can’t support ‘em
And sometimes it seems like the Lord’s on vacation with
The boys in blue decreasing black population
Tossing and turning, I be having these dreams about
My dirty rotten homies in the gangster lean
Kids don’t go to classes, acting like asses, want money
Green like grasses, my arms be getting heat flashes
We roll thick through the projects, niggas be
Raping bitches probably ‘cause they don’t get sex
And I ain’t ‘bout to have no fucking kids. My ho is a bitch
And this world ain’t the fucking place to live

[Hook: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX]
Ayyo
The world ain’t a place to live. I got a whole
Lot of advice to give, I got a lot of
Bullshit on my mind, and I think
Living is a waste of time. Ayyo
The world ain’t a place to live. I got a whole
Lot of advice to give, I got a lot of
Bullshit on my mind, and I think
Living is a waste of time (Check it out)