[Intro]

Hey Coolio, I'm tellin' you homie, I can't be broke this summer

I'ma have to go get a job

Get a job? Yeah

Fool, you better go down to the county, better get you some GR

[Verse 1]

Seven in the mornin', standin' in the line

Three fools in the front of me, drinkin' on some wine

Two in the back of me, suckin' on a joint

And one in back of them - beggin' for a Newport

There's four or five suckers way, way in the back

Stooped down low in the crowd smokin' crack

They lookin' at me funny 'cause I got a record out

And a nigga with a record out supposed to have some clout

A fourth of the people in the line need help

But the other fourth of that haven't helped they'self

A fourth of the people haven't been fed

And all of the rest are fucked up in the head

A bald-headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh

And a nigga who need a bath is askin' for my autograph

Ain't nothin' changed, but the time

I got to get mine, so I'm standin' in the county line

[Chorus: Slick Rick & Duke Bootee]

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

[Verse 2]

I walked through the front door, fill out my app

Here comes another sap, askin' if I rap

I don't say a word 'cause he know that I do

I'm down with the mad ass, you know who

I take a number and a seat, I'm sweatin' from the heat

Somebody got their shoes off, I smell they feet

My number is 80, it's still on 20

I look up at the clock and now it's 10:30

Free butter and cheese, oh please, oh please

Can I get my food stamps so I can leave?

I got money and a car, but they don't know it

Now they ask a gang of questions 'cause I told them I was homeless

I'm livin' in a car out back in the alley

But I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally

Line after line, rough is the time

My life is in a bind so I'm standin' in the county line

[Chorus: Slick Rick & Duke Bootee]

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

[Verse 3]

I'm sittin' at a desk talkin' to a social worker

She thinks I'm a fool, but I know that I can jerk her

Punk ass hoe, sittin' behind the window, ol' toe-up-ass tramp

Runnin' that ol' weak shit, talkin' 'bout

"You have a penitentiary record"

I said I know that, BIATCH!

She wants to know what kind of work do I do

I said, "I haven't worked since 1982"

I can't find a job though I looked and I've looked

Took one hit of the crack and was hooked

She sittin' there, wonderin' when I'll get to the point

And the whole time I'm wishin' I can smoke me a joint

Job search worker project [?]

And in a few weeks I'll get my check

Now I got to wait for them to call me to the window

So I can get a voucher for the hotel and the bath show

It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall

Mom brought some change so I can make a phone call

Shit's getting harder than times in '29

That's why so many niggas is standin' in the county line

[Chorus: Slick Rick & Duke Bootee]

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh