[Verse 1]
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This is a different type of dedication
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To a guy that was a different kind of inspiration
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Only people that knew him, know what I'm talkin about
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And at the end of the story, you will say without a doubt
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This wasn't your typical case, of fast livin
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Anything he was makin, he was givin
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To his moms, pops, his brother and his girl
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Cause they, meant, the most to him in the world
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Around Suffolk he wasn't known
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But in Eastern Long Island, he did have a home
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Called L.I., is where he stayed
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Where there was no need for D-Con or Raid
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He was cool with everybody, he had no enemies
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I'm makin this record, cause he's a friend of me
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Cause he's a hard workin kid, I've just stated
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That's why this record, is dedicated
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To my man Rich
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Yo yo, this is for you my man
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God bless you
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[Verse 2]
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Let me tell you what happened in the early 80's
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When we wasn't thinkin about gettin all the ladies
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Me and Rich was thinkin about survival of the fittest
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You can ask Keith or Kevin, cause both of them were with us
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We'd try to get a job everyplace that it takes
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We was even at the factory they call [?]
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Everywhere we went they said they'd call us back
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Or even said they're not hirin to throw us off track
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But Richie Rich said, forget that stuff
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Even though, times was rough
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We kept searchin searchin lookin and lookin
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It seems everywhere we went, the jobs was tooken
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Still Rich didn't give up the faith
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He found a job that wasn't safe
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Even though it was dangerous, it wouldn't switch
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That's why this is dedicated to my man Rich
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Yo this is to you my man Rich
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Cause you know you go way back, you go way back
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Word up, God bless you
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[Verse 3]
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The way the story end, is just a tragedy
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I wish upon a star that it didn't have to be
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endin this way for my man Richard
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Cause still in my mind, he's still as pictured
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Like, he just had gone yesterday
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For sellin, C-R-A-C-K
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His dream was.. to be a boxer
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So, he could knock the socks off of
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an Ivan Barkley, or even Mike Tyson
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But on the streets, he was sacrificin
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for his family, and his wife
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Cause he struggled, he struggled all his life
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He wasn't a straight up, criminal or villain
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Or even tryin to get, stupid or illin
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Was messed up for takin somebody's life and shit
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that tried so hard, and just wouldn't quit
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This is a slow record, with a switch
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Because it's dedicated, to my man Rich
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To you my man
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This is to you, Rich
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Peace
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My Man Rich
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Biz Markie |