Me Not The Paper - Jeru The Damaja

("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams 
See what I mean black? I gets the paper") 

Microphone thugs flip keys and shit 
Remember the 80's when niggas was acting crazy? 
The mean streets raised me 
I used to live dangerously 
Admist crack selling armed dangerous felons 
Plus murderers  drug spot burglars 
Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper 
Live the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme 
Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time 
Plus the ones gunned down in their prime 
I made it this far because of divine design 
Diamond chains the sun still outshines 
I get you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wine 
As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless 
If shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest 
Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest 
Hard on records, but really pussy, check it 
I do this for me, and not the paper, strictly 100% 

("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams 
See what I mean black? I gets the paper") 

It started way before Super Rhymes 
Peace to mom dukes for enduring hard times 
God bless all the victims of my past life crimes 
I do this for the ghetto youth living like Good Times 
Flipping rhymes saved me from the obvious traps 
In '97 studio hustlers puch crack on wax 
And breaking backs, but faking jacks 
If it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust caps 
So, destroy your people and collect huge stacks 
Fat axe, and platinum plaques 
Come bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshit 
Got the youth running around criminal minded 
Not a player hater, just don't chase the paper 
Got a little deal so some heads caught the vapors