Thinking of a master plan
'Cause ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my moneys spent
So I dig deeper, but still coming up with lint
So I start my mission, leave my residence
Thinkin' "How can I get some dead presidents?"
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll-up, this is a hold-up
Ain't nothing funny, stop smilin'
But still don't nothin' move but the money
But now I learned to earn 'cause I'm righteous
I feel great, so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to5, if I strive, then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walked up the street, whistling this,
Feeling out of place, 'cause man do I miss
A pen, and a paper
A stereo, a tape of
Me and my "G's" and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without my money, it's still a wish
'Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
Turn out the test, see if got pull
Hit the studio, 'cause I'm "Paid In Full"
CREATED BY - The Rap Lord Rakim
DISTRIBUTED BY - The Westside Mobster