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"Everything must change . . "
Chorus:
Ends, some people will rob their mother
For the ends, rats snitch on one another
For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered
For the ends, so before we go any further
I want my ends
I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.
But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay
Companies downsizing, inflation's rising
Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says
Forgot to count how many times he been blessed
So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack
And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react
Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street
And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James
Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains
But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
Chorus
I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut
Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut
Swinging that butt, like race you out here
Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear
Brand name wearing, champagne waving
Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving
Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending
If you do the lending, she'll do the bending
Straight machine vending, it's money for take
Shopping sprees get her on her knees
And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny
Come home one day, find her counting out your money
>From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo
If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow
Chorus
I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise
Making money on the block, kids was on they jock
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
DMC, they was toting guns
And holdin' weight, goin' out of state
Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips
Fly jewels and golds, and got no job
And then one did some kid, and one got robbed
Chorus (2x)
Chorus:
Ends, some people will rob their mother
For the ends, rats snitch on one another
For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered
For the ends, so before we go any further
I want my ends
I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.
But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay
Companies downsizing, inflation's rising
Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says
Forgot to count how many times he been blessed
So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack
And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react
Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street
And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James
Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains
But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
Chorus
I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut
Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut
Swinging that butt, like race you out here
Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear
Brand name wearing, champagne waving
Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving
Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending
If you do the lending, she'll do the bending
Straight machine vending, it's money for take
Shopping sprees get her on her knees
And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny
Come home one day, find her counting out your money
>From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo
If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow
Chorus
I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise
Making money on the block, kids was on they jock
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
DMC, they was toting guns
And holdin' weight, goin' out of state
Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips
Fly jewels and golds, and got no job
And then one did some kid, and one got robbed
Chorus (2x)
Lyrics submitted by robbieg123
Track duration: 04:24
"Ends" as written by Erik/ross Schrody
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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She had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut
Swingin' that butt like "place your ad here"
In this line, what does he mean by " up in the cut"?
I like this song, it's got some subtlety to it. I liked the Wetlands/Apollo reference, I'm glad someone explained it above.
I also like the how he ends the chorus; after talking about what people do to make ends, he says he wants his, which I thought was pretty clever. Like he knows he might have to do some of this shit if he wasn't getting paid. Good song. Great album.
People start kickin' my dog around
It makes no difference if my dog's a hound (hound)
You better stop kickin' my dog around
My main intention when I came to this song's page was that I thought I might be able to add a little clarification, and explain a line, that perhaps many people wouldn't get the reference to. My favorite line in the whole tune, too. lol
"From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
If you broke she's spittin'
If you're rich she might swallow"
Anyway, for anyone who isn't familiar with New York City (where I'm born and raised and lived all my life), I thought that maybe there would be people out there who wouldn't get that very clever NYC reference. The Apollo, I'm sure everyone knows, since it had the famous show "Showtime at the Apollo". It is a very famous theater for musicians and comedians, here in NYC. It's in Harlem, which is WAY uptown in the north part of Manhattan, on 125th street. The Wetlands is also a famous music club in NYC, which sadly closed a few years ago. The Wetlands was on Hudson Street, WAY downtown in the south part of Manhattan.
The link below explains a little about The Wetlands...
nyrock.com/worldbeat/07_2001/…
So basiclly, he's using the two clubs to say that she sells her goods ALL over Manhattan. Everywhere. She really gets around. You can't really get any other two famous clubs that are any farther away from each other, to use as points of reference. It would be like saying "from New York all the way to Los Angeles", to mean "all over the country".
Anyway, I hope that helped, if there are any non-NYCers out there who love this tune but always wondered "What's that line mean? What is/are the Wetlands, and what do they have to do with the Apollo?".
:)
"Sells the shirt off his back
The shoes off his feet", and
"Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains".
(and I'm not too sure that's really the line, but it's the right general idea)
All for the MONEY. Except he's gone from needing money for rent, to needing it for crack.
And Momo is absolutely correct. All through the song, at certain points, you can clearly hear a background voice yelling "Get the money!" (My favorite part of the song, actually. lol). The first is around, or a little after, the 1:45 mark. The second is around, or a little after, the 2:50 mark. And the last is around, or a little after, the 4:04 mark. Basically, right at the end of each chorus, except the opening one.
I never thought ANYone would not get that this is about money. How much more obivious could it be? That's like not getting that the sky is blue.