Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
Ice-T Lyrics

It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets
I wake up at eight in the morning and get out of my silk sheets.

Get fly crash the limo back seats
I get dressed and hop in the back seat of my limo.

Lookin' in the faces Of some ladies that I never met On the interview tip, no sweat
I meet new women during interviews and answer questions without stress.

They ask me questions I throw the words back They say they write facts I know that's bull crap
I answer questions, but know the media writes fiction.

They're kickin' drama But then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame
The media creates drama, but that comes with being famous.

The cellular phone rings Dot wanta pick it up But it's my J-O-be I gotta kick it up
My phone rings but I have to answer because work calls.

Another damn reporter On the line with a word quiz I gotta show cause I'm livin' with the show Biz.
I talk to reporters and need to perform well because of my show business lifestyle.

Out the llimo, to the plane In the pourin' rain I hate flyin' But there's no time for slow trains
I leave the limo, get on a plane in the rain, and hate flying, but have no time for other transportation.

another show to do I gotta caatch my crew They left last night In the bus around two
I have another show to do and need to catch up with my crew who left last night.

The plane's a small one No fun at all Bouncin' round the air Like a tennis ball
The plane is small and uncomfortable like a bouncing tennis ball.

When it touches down I want to kiss the ground But it's time to wreck a new town
I am relieved when the plane lands but it's time to perform in a new town.

Get to the arena, meet up with the crew They tell me all the speakers blew The cordless don't work Sound man's a jerk Somebody's gonna get hurt
At the arena, my crew tells me the artists are broken, the cordless mic won't work, and the sound man is difficult, which causes frustration.

I'm crazy mad But my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns Into fake laughs
I am angry, but still sign autographs for my fans and try to smile.

I can't be rude Cause they wouldn't understand I in't human no more, I'm a superman
I can't show my true emotions because my fans wouldn't understand and I feel like a superhuman.

Four hours till show time oh well I might as well check in the hotel Get a little rest Before it's time to play
I have four hours until the show so I check into the hotel to rest.

Ten brothers standin' in the hallway All with demo tapes They need the hook up They heard that I was The one to look up
I am stopped by ten men with demo tapes in the hallway who want to work with me.

I can't ditch 'em Cause they already saw me I'll put my head down Maybe they'll ignore me
I am unable to avoid these men because they have already seen me.

No chance "Ice what's goin' on?" I listened to twenty-five songs And after thaat The brothers still wouldn't leave
I can't avoid talking to these men and after listening to their music, they still won't leave.

I was gonna break down If they didn't jet soon Snuck across the hall And crashed in E's room
If these men didn't leave, I would break down so I sneak into E's room to escape.

But then this freak came in Thought I was E Straddled her legs across me Ripped off her blouse Pushed her breast against my face Started girating her waist.
A woman mistakes me for E and tries to have sex with me.

I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick "Could we take this picture real quick?" Jumped into a pose That I used a million times before Took pictures With the whole damn floor
Outside my hotel room, fans ask for a photo so I take a picture with them.

Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records But we still gotta go time The house is packed Everybody's on their feet So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat."
It’s time for my show and my DJ lost the records, but we still have to perform. The audience is excited and I start the show.

E hits the fader and the crowd is lit I start bustin' off some new shit The stage is so smokey That I almost fall off, I start inhalin' it I'm tryin' not to cough
E starts the music and the crowd goes wild. The stage is smoky, which almost causes me to slip and I try not to cough.

I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth But my words are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my ankle
I have problems with the sound, the wires are tangled, and I have difficulty performing smoothly.

If that ain't enough The police are hawkin' Listenin' real close To the words I'm talkin'
The police are watching me closely and listening to my words.

They want to put a brother like me In the back seat Just because I curse the beat They want to tap my phone want to keep my crib bugged Call all my homes Felonist street thugs
They want to put me in the police car just because I curse in my music. They also want to tap my phone and keep my house bugged.

You might say I think this lifestyle sucks? I wouldn't tade it for a million bucks Although it's all Not glamour and gleam It's still my dream
Some may think my lifestyle sucks, but I wouldn't give it up for a million dollars because it's still my dream.