In high school in the late 1970s, he met Special K and DJ Easy Lee. They formed the influential old school hip hop group The Treacherous Three. It is with The Treacherous Three that Kool Moe Dee performed his freestyle, on stage roast of old school party rapper Busy Bee Starski, a performance frequently cited as a pivotal moment in the development of the battle rap. In 1986, Kool Moe Dee went solo, releasing a self-titled album.
He is also well-known for his long-running feud with LL Cool J; he claims that LL Cool J stole his rapping style. The cover of Kool Moe Dee's 1987 album How Ya Like Me Now features a red Kangol hat (LL Cool J's trademark) being crushed under the wheel of a Jeep.
His song I Go To Work from the album Knowledge Is King is considered by some the pinnacle of his work, with high speed, high energy and intricate lyrics masterfully mixed in to the stacatto sounds of a marching band.
Kool Moe Dee also appeared on Will Smith's #1 pop hit "Wild Wild West" from Smith's 1999 motion picture, on which he re-performs the chorus to his 1987 single of the same name.
In 2003 he authored a book called "There's a God on the Mic" (ISBN 1560255331). The book breaks down his 50 favorite MCs in terms of originality, concepts, versatility, vocabulary, substance, flow, flavor, freestyle, vocal presence, live performance, poetic value, body of work, industry impact, social impact, longevity, lyrics and battle skills.
No Respect
Kool Moe Dee Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
What you need, you won't admit it
It really don't matter how hard you try
Cause money can't buy respect
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Bought a big Mercedes, and you got about ten more cars
Now you impress the ladies, and you're a neighborhood star
Gold on your fingers and your neck
But you still get no respect
Your mind is weak, so when you speak
You're obsolete, your mental peak
Is in the street, your mouth's a beak
Big like a bird, and your future's bleak
Now you should seek some help decree
You're sellin crack and livin cheap
Bought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep
Playin music outside loud in your jeep
But you should know, unless you're slow
There comes an end to the sidewalk show
And up the river's where you'll go
Wearin stripes from head to toe
No fancy gold, no fancy car
And the brothers inside don't care who you are
A 7-foot brother doin life
300 pounds, says you're his wife
Walks in your cell and says: "Fix it up"
Then you look up and say: "Not the butt"
He says: "Shut up" "But... but" No 'but'
Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?
The money was good, the money was fast
No business mind and the money won't last
In the money rate you fell first to last
Now every night you fight for your ass
They say what goes up must come down
All hustlers know that sound
Cause you're here today, gone the next
And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect
[Old hustler:]
Man, you must be crazy and bugged
Whatcha mean I don't get no respect?
You crazy?
You got to respect me
Cause I was the first millionaire off the streets, boy
Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine
In '72, I was killin em, boy
[Young hustler:]
Man, go 'head, go 'head
[Old hustler:]
I'm tellin ya, I was shittin on it
Word up, I was the man
And a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head
[Old hustler:]
Caddy, boy, Grand Daddy Caddy
They used to call me Mackaroni Tony, boy
[Young hustler:]
Aw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man
Word, I spell it out, I'll yell it out
For those brothers that keep sellin out
Cause local clout is all you're about
A few bullshit bitches and hanging out
And every day's like a title bout
When the next man wants you taken out
I'd like to know what you're thinkin about
It sure ain't dyin without a doubt
But you better wake up before it's too late
Or they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place
And you will have lived just to die
And you'll die with no respect
[Young hustler:]
Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?
[Old hustler:]
Hoes?
Shit man, I had mo' bitches than muthafuckin Con-ed got switches, boy
I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what I'm sayin
Hoes, hoes, you dig?
[Young hustler:]
You're just talkin shit
[Old hustler:]
I had all the money man, I was the man...
Where you goin Sam? Hold up, hold up
[Young hustler:]
Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here
I don't want to hear more of this shit
[Old hustler:]
Wait, before you go - can I get a dollar, man?
[Young hustler:]
Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, I ain't hearin no more of that shit
What happened to all your money, boy?
[Old hustler:]
Aw go 'head, nigga, I thought you said you had all the money...
[Young hustler:]
I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me
You just fucked up man, I know how to hustle
[Old hustler:]
I got respect, you crazy, man
I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day
And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!
[Young hustler:]
Aw go 'head with all that shit
[Old hustler:]
That's respect!
[Young hustler:]
I got the dollar boy, I'm the man nowadays, you understand?
You was killin em in '72, I'm killin em in '87, man
That shit ain't happenin to me, I'm the man!
Yeah, I'm a hustler's muthafucka
Me - I ain't never fallin off
[Old hustler:]
Aw man, I used to say the same thing, man...
The song "No Respect" by Kool Moe Dee touches on the theme of the futility of wealth when it comes to earning respect. The first verse makes it clear that people donβt always get what they want and donβt always acknowledge what they need. The chorus reinforces the idea that no matter how hard you try, money cannot buy you respect. The second verse speaks to the allure of the βdollar billβ and how it can make people do things they never thought they would do just because they believe it will earn them respect. Kool Moe Dee spells out the price of this in the hard-hitting lyrics, βNow every night you fight for your ass. They say what goes up must come down. All hustlers know that sound. Cause you're here today, gone the next. And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect.β
In the third verse, Kool Moe Dee paints the picture of the life of a hustler who gets caught up in his vice and ends up in jail. The old hustler who is talking to the young one in the bridge reminisces about his glory days, but the young hustler has a better understanding of the current hustle. They argue about who has more respect, and the old hustler's braggadocious remarks are mocked by the young hustler who brushes him off. In his final verse, Kool Moe Dee speaks about the idea of life being like a title bout, with people fighting every day to survive, and how death is the ultimate equalizer in terms of respect.
Line by Line Meaning
What you want, you ain't gon' get it
You will not obtain what you desire
What you need, you won't admit it
You refuse to acknowledge what you truly need
It really don't matter how hard you try
No matter how much effort you put in, it won't make a difference
Cause money can't buy respect
Respect is not something that can be purchased with money
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
The lure of money is appealing to those who value material possessions over everything else
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
The desire for money can lead some individuals to act aggressively or even violently
Some will do anything for a bill
People will go to great lengths to obtain money
Cause they think they'll get respect
Some believe that having money will earn them respect
Bought a big Mercedes, and you got about ten more cars
You purchased a luxurious vehicle along with many other cars
Now you impress the ladies, and you're a neighborhood star
Your impressive car collection attracts female attention and garners admiration within your local community
Gold on your fingers and your neck
You wear gold jewelry on your fingers and neck
But you still get no respect
Despite your wealth and material possessions, you still are not respected by others
Your mind is weak, so when you speak
Your mental fortitude is lacking, causing you to speak without thought or consideration
You're obsolete, your mental peak
You are no longer relevant or valuable, and your intellectual capacity has reached its limit
Is in the street, your mouth's a beak
Your expertise lies in the world of the streets, and your speech is compared to that of a bird
Big like a bird, and your future's bleak
Your potential is limited due to your limited mental capacity, and your future looks grim
Now you should seek some help decree
You should ask for assistance and guidance
You're sellin crack and livin cheap
You are involved in the illegal drug trade and living a meager existence
Bought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep
You purchased a new car that honks loudly
Playin music outside loud in your jeep
You listen to loud music while driving your car
But you should know, unless you're slow
You should be aware that if you're not careful
There comes an end to the sidewalk show
Your display of wealth and status will eventually come to an end
And up the river's where you'll go
You'll end up in prison
Wearin stripes from head to toe
You'll be dressed in a prisoner's uniform
No fancy gold, no fancy car
You'll have no expensive jewelry or cars
And the brothers inside don't care who you are
The other prisoners don't care about your wealth or status
A 7-foot brother doin life
There's a very tall prisoner who is serving a life sentence
300 pounds, says you're his wife
The large prisoner claims you as his romantic partner
Walks in your cell and says: "Fix it up"
The prisoner enters your cell and makes a demand
Then you look up and say: "Not the butt"
You refuse to comply with the prisoner's request
He says: "Shut up" "But... but" No 'but'
The prisoner tells you to be quiet, and despite any objections you have, there is no room for negotiation
Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?
What actions will you take in this difficult situation?
The money was good, the money was fast
You made a lot of money quickly
No business mind and the money won't last
You didn't have a solid business sense, so the money disappeared quickly
In the money rate you fell first to last
You lost all of your wealth and became the poorest amongst those who were once rich
Now every night you fight for your ass
Every night, you must struggle to protect your safety and avoid physical harm
They say what goes up must come down
Everything that rises will eventually fall
All hustlers know that sound
Those who pursue wealth through illegal and unethical means are aware of this fact
Cause you're here today, gone the next
Just as quickly as you gained wealth, it can be taken away from you
And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect
You'll learn through painful experience that you won't be respected for your wealth alone
For those brothers that keep sellin out
This message is for individuals who consistently betray others for their own personal gain
Cause local clout is all you're about
You only care about your reputation in your immediate community
A few bullshit bitches and hanging out
You surround yourself with untrustworthy individuals and spend your time engaging in meaningless activities
And every day's like a title bout
Every day feels like you're fighting a battle to maintain your status
When the next man wants you taken out
When someone wishes to harm or eliminate you
I'd like to know what you're thinkin about
I'd like to understand your thought process and motivations
It sure ain't dyin without a doubt
It's certain that you don't want to die
But you better wake up before it's too late
You should realize the dangers of your actions before it's too late to stop them
Or they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place
If you continue on your current path, you'll end up dead and your corpse will be prepared for burial
And you will have lived just to die
Your entire existence will have been for nothing
Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?
What about women, what's your experience with them?
Hoes?
Shit man, I had mo' bitches than muthafuckin Con-ed got switches, boy
I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what I'm sayin
Hoes, hoes, you dig?
I had more women than the power company has switches
You're just talkin shit
You're boasting and not being honest
I had all the money man, I was the man...
I was wealthy and powerful
Where you goin Sam? Hold up, hold up
Wait, where are you going?
Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here
I don't want to hear more of this shit
I'm leaving because I don't want to listen to your boasting anymore
Wait, before you go - can I get a dollar, man?
Can you give me a dollar before you leave?
Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, I ain't hearin no more of that shit
What happened to all your money, boy?
Don't bother me with your financial issues
I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me
You just fucked up man, I know how to hustle
I won't suffer the same fate as you because I'm a skilled hustler
I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day
And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!
I can go into any liquor store and obtain what I want without paying, and that is a sign of respect
That's respect!
This is an example of the respect I command
Yeah, I'm a hustler's muthafucka
Me - I ain't never fallin off
I am a master hustler who will never fail
Aw man, I used to say the same thing, man...
I used to be overly confident and thought I wouldn't fail
Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: TEDDY RILEY, MOHANDAS DEWESE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Tommy Goat
A living legend who gets no respect
Lydia Boyd
Wonder what heβs doing now?
alan denson
That's because KMD was a man of learning not a mush mouthed minstrel.
Charlie
One of the greatest lyrical Kings ever !
Dr. Edward William
He needs money to get respect. -Sarcasm
Albert Pringle
Reminds me of LeBron
Ministermadden08
One of The Greatest MCs to Ever Touch The Mic.Kool Moe Dee The Legend.
Darsella Biles
This was a man of principal....he taught life lessons in his raps! One of the most positive rappers!
Once Again
Lol
Clarece Quiette
This is when Hip Hop had life, we as a community of Afro American folks spread a positive message to our youth and young adults. This is what you call π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯