Vice
Grandmaster Melle-Mel Lyrics


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Vice
You have the right to remain silent
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law
You have the right for an attorney
If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney
An attorney will be appointed to you, you are now under arrest

Crime, it pays real nice
But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice
It pays once in money, twice in years
In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears
And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich
In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch
It's money or time so make up your mind

Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice

Fraud, the girl he adored
Turned out to be another dirty old broad
Took all the money, told all the lies
I heard she even, slept with other guys
Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two
But every lie she told he knew to be true
He loves his honey, but she loved money
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Talk about ya-yo, uh, it's everywhere you go
They said in Miami it'll never snow
Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand
It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram
Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry
The air that they breathe the food that they buy
They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie

Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice

The mob, a full time job
Known to extort and steal or rob
Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth
And now he's the boss workin' for his self
For all the blood money that he did earn
It made him take lives with no concern
But soon he would learn that next is his turn

Prostitution, it's a low down shame
How any girl, would want to play that game
From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host
But the lady's got a condo out on the coast
She thought that the hole, was better than gold
Now she worked on her back 'til she got too old
Layin' down on the job, has made her a slob, uh
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air
And don't, ah put 'em down, keep 'em way up there
Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets
Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it
My eyes got wide as they pulled away
I said, 'Who are you the cops?' He began to say
'No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day, get in the car!'

Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise
The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives
People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle
Court procedures at your leisure eight finger Visas circle seizures
Con man fencer, arson is a trip
Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book
And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!

Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice
Vice




Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice, vice vice, vice vice, vice, vice

Overall Meaning

The song "Vice" by Grandmaster Melle Mel is a cautionary tale about the dangers of engaging in criminal activity. The lyrics make reference to the Miranda rights read to individuals who are under arrest and warns them that anything they say can be used against them in a court of law. The second verse presents crime as a short-sighted pursuit because the cost is ultimately much higher than any financial gain. The consequences are not just in the form of years spent in jail but also the emotional toll that comes with trying to hide one's tears behind bars. The song lists various forms of vice, such as fraud, drug addiction, prostitution, and organized crime, with each verse serving as a warning about the damaging effects they can have on one's life.


The overall message of the song is clear: crime doesn't pay, and vices lead to a life of misery and despair. The raw and unapologetic lyrics, combined with the hard-hitting beat, create a sense of urgency and danger, reflecting the harsh reality of life on the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

You have the right to remain silent
You are entitled to keep quiet and not incriminate yourself


Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law
Your words will be used as evidence in a court of law


You have the right for an attorney
You are allowed to have a lawyer to represent you


If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney
If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you


An attorney will be appointed to you, you are now under arrest
You are under arrest and will be provided with a lawyer if you cannot afford one


Crime, it pays real nice
Criminal activities are often lucrative


But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice
Criminal activities not only yield money, but also result in imprisonment


It pays once in money, twice in years
Criminal acts pay in money and cost in years spent in jail


In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears
After getting caught, you'll cry while in jail


And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich
It's a bad outcome from trying to make a quick profit


In the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch
Crime may lead to death or imprisonment


It's money or time so make up your mind
You have to choose between money and freedom


Fraud, the girl he adored
A woman he loved scammed him


Turned out to be another dirty old broad
She was untrustworthy and deceitful


Took all the money, told all the lies
She stole all his money and lied to him


Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two
She had no moral compass and would do anything for money


But every lie she told he knew to be true
He knew that she was lying to him, even though she didn't admit it


He loves his honey, but she loved money
He loved her, but she was only interested in money


Talk about ya-yo, uh, it's everywhere you go
Drug culture is prevalent everywhere


They said in Miami it'll never snow
People doubted that drug culture would ever be prevalent in Miami


Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand
Drug use is widespread even in sunny places like Miami


It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram
Drugs are sold at an inflated price


Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry
Drug users are addicted and financially depleted


The air that they breathe the food that they buy
Even the basic necessities are affected by drug use


They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie
Drug users often have a false sense of security and capability


The mob, a full time job
Working for the mob is a full-time commitment


Known to extort and steal or rob
The mob is infamous for acts of coercion and theft


Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth
Some people start as hitmen hoping to accumulate wealth


And now he's the boss workin' for his self
Now, he's a boss with his own enterprise


For all the blood money that he did earn
The money he earned from criminal activities was tainted with blood


It made him take lives with no concern
He killed people without remorse because of his financial gain


But soon he would learn that next is his turn
He's aware that he will not be exempt from the violence he's inflicted


Prostitution, it's a low down shame
Prostitution is a shameful and often exploitative industry


How any girl, would want to play that game
It's difficult to understand why anyone would want to engage in prostitution


From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host
Prostitutes sell their bodies in a variety of locations


But the lady's got a condo out on the coast
Prostitutes earn a lot of money and may have luxurious personal lives


She thought that the hole, was better than gold
She believed that selling her body was more valuable than anything else she could do


Now she worked on her back 'til she got too old
When she was no longer physically attractive, she stopped engaging in prostitution


Layin' down on the job, has made her a slob, uh
She has become a lazy person after her time as a prostitute


It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air
It's a robbery, so put your hands up


And don't, ah put 'em down, keep 'em way up there
Don't lower your hands or make any sudden movements


Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets
Give me your wallet and everything in your pockets


Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it
The person robbing has a shaky finger on the trigger and might shoot


My eyes got wide as they pulled away
The victim was frightened after the robbers left


I said, 'Who are you the cops?' He began to say
The victim asked if they were police officers


'No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day, get in the car!'
The robber joked that he was Clint Eastwood and ordered the victim into a car


Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise
There is an increase in murders and it's not unexpected


The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives
Homeless people are resorting to violence and homicide


People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle
Burglars and criminals attempt murder or suicide, and they keep active


Court procedures at your leisure eight finger Visas circle seizures
The legal process and credit card (Visa) systems can be confusing


Con man fencer, arson is a trip
Con men and fences are involved in arson


Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book
Collect fingerprints as evidence and arrest the perpetrator


And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!
Hope that the judicial system will bring about justice and won't acquit the perpetrator




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Douglas Arthur Wimbish, Leland Roy Robinson, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson

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Daniel Thomas MacInnes

True story: This was literally the first rap song I ever heard, side 2 of the Miami Vice soundtrack album. That year, I got it on LP and tape. Northern Minnesota was a little cut off from civilization, so hip hop finally broke through in 1985. It was literally a wave that swept over us; Monday, we were clueless; Wednesday, we were all hardcore rap fans. This track still sounds pretty tight, but the "Miami" still makes me laugh. Thanks for the upload!

Tracy C

Daniel Thomas MacInnes Northern Minnesota?! Oh my! Where? I am from Northern MN. I grew up in Chisholm!

Joanna Abele

OMG I have been looking for this song for at least 20 years. And yet I still remember most of the words

lewsdiod

Same dude!

Justin W

Man, 8 year old me memorized all the lyrics to this song. But the first rap I ever heard was in Quincy Jones' The Dude which I loved too. Great album that my mom used to play mostly because of James Ingram's tracks.

Ryan Leclaire

What a story! I just found this song from the Miami Vice soundtrack cassette tape I picked up. I bet it was big! Being a kinda hip-hop head, really weird this classic went under my radar.

cuckingfunt

I found this cassette on the beach when I was a kid. Never forgot this song.

lewsdiod

Such a banger, funky like there's no tomorrow!

gempalm2003

this is better than anything pushed out now a days

1Loyal King

Hip- hop in it's prime!!!!💯💯👍🏾👍🏾👏🏾👏🏾🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🌹🎼🎶🎵🎧🎤

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