Paid in Full

Paid in Full - Eric B and Rakim

Thinkin of a master plan Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinkin how could 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 nuthin funny Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous I feel great! so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street whistlin this Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money it's still a wish Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made To now test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

I'm always thinking of a master plan because I'm always working hard. I look to my bank account but there's not much there. It's so easy to swipe my bank card and say 'on savings thanks'. I plan how I'm gonna get out of here, and how to make some really good money. I was always an honest kid, making money the right way. And when I take money that isn't mine, it'd be the money I find on the floor. I gotta find a good job, with even better money. But then I'll probably miss the days where I could draw, design and photograph as I please. I don't want to be paid for something I don't want to do. So I pull out a paper and a pen, maybe my camera if the day is sunny and do what I love best.