Yeah, too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business   Ain't gettin' their proper loot   You know what I'm sayin'?   Check the technique      Everybody talkin' 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same   Suckers kidnapped the game   I know the biggest in the business and no joke   Half of 'em broke and none of 'em smoke      I got into this hip-hop game   Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame   There'd never been no cash made in it   So who thought you could get paid with it?      Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there   Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career   Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off   Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off      There wasn't many rappers out there rockin' the streets   When hip-hop was just cuts and beats   I seen Wildstyle dug the scene   I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?      I started crashin' rap contests   Shootin' hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests   I signed on the lines of a wack contract   Didn't even read it, fuck that      They gonna put my record out   I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin' about?   In the first two years I made about three hundred bucks   Yo, this business sucks      But I got another chance and I came correct   Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit   But many won't get no second chance   And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance      The game is to exploit young ghetto kids   A straight pimp game and there ain't no shame   And the shit's gone too far   Hundred hip-hop labels with all white A&R's   The game's hijacked, the rap game's hijacked      Let me tell you how it happened      Now while every MC in the game   Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame   They dug out the foundation   Now let me give a demonstration      Say, you got a dope group from the hood   Talkin' mad shit, like they're up to no good   You take 'em to a label   Now who sits behind the table?      Some Jewish muthafucka that don't know shit   Tryin' to tell y'all, what's a fuckin' street hit   The shit's way off course   It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse      You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild   Tone down your style   The radio jocks are all pop   So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?      The shit that make your face turn green   Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine   I give a fuck about these muthafuckas   I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers      Get your paperwork straight, kid   Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did   Don't blow your dough, 'cause you will see gs   But this game has no guarantees      Learn about publishin' points, so you won't be blind   Learn to read everything you sign   Then you might have a chance   If not, bend over, pull down your pants   The game's hijacked      Yo, the rap game's hijacked   I'm talkin' 'bout a hijack   The rap game's hijacked   Check it      You can go gold and still owe the record label cash   Yo, kid, check the math   Learn about the word 'recoup', troop   And stop walkin' 'round, all hyped and souped      You ain't nothin' but somethin' to be used and worked   You ain't nothin' but a sucker to be duped and jerked   'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal   They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now      They're out to make an end, friend   'Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make ten   They'll take you for everything you got   Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot      I'm tryin' to tell you what's up   You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fuckin' guts   'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done   And my brothers ain't gettin' none      A nigga like me has gotta spit game   Nigga, get that cash flow, fuck that muthafuckin' fame   'Cause the white man's rippin' us off once again      Fool, the rap game's hijacked   You need to listen, nigga   The rap game's hijacked   Need to play this record about ten times      The rap game's hijacked   Black people don't own shit   The rap game's hijacked   Check it      R&B's hijacked   Black acting is hijacked   Just being black is hijacked      Nigga, stupid muthafuckas, they rippin' us off   You better get a end while the money's there, boy   Silly ass bitch, runnin' around with a gold chain   All niggas gotta get some real estate      Muthafucka, come up, fuck a bitch   Better get somethin' you can own, asshole   White man ain't givin' up shit   Word o' life      Although I got a white engineer   But he's gettin' minimum wage   So it's cool, yeah   Shit's been hijacked