Where Fugees At?
Wyclef Jean Lyrics

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
People keep talking about the Fugees, and it's all I hear

Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
I want the Fugees to collaborate with me on this song

Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
I'm specifically calling out Lauryn Hill and Pras from the Fugees to work with me

Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Let me know if you're interested in collaborating, I'll be in my studio

Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
I haven't changed my style, I still prioritize creativity over money

It ain't all about the money
Success isn't just about money, it's about staying true to yourself and your art

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
I used to be involved in dangerous activities, carrying weapons and relying on dogs for protection

Loud MCs, feel the silencer
I silenced other rappers who talked too much or were too aggressive

Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
Your rapping is crazy and doesn't make sense, I'm sending you to a psychiatric hospital

This ain't a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
This isn't a continuation of anything, but I'll scare you like the horror movie "Scream 2"

Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
My experiences in the streets influenced my art, but it also led to addiction

Put back on your shirt man you lookin' like ET
You look strange and need to cover up like the alien in the movie ET

You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're addicted to drugs, willing to do anything for money, even selling drugs

You're rhymin' off beat even with help from my metronomes
You can't even stay on rhythm with assistance from my musical equipment

See, y'all ain't MCs, you a CM
You're not a real rapper, you're more like a common motherfucker

Common Motherfucker rhymin' about Lexus and Benz
You rap about materialistic things like luxury cars, but you're not actually living that lifestyle

The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You got robbed in the same car you rap about, and you were drunk at the time

You woke up in hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
Your life is a nightmare, as if you're being violated by a controversial musician like Marilyn Manson

You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
You can't be trusted, give me the microphone instead

I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
You were taking advantage of someone like Eddie Murphy was accused of doing

Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
You claim to be successful and get good reviews in hip-hop magazines, but it's a lie

While your rap crew's on steroids lookin' like Full Force
Your team is using performance-enhancing drugs and looks like a group from the 80s called Full Force

Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
Your girlfriend is muscular and aggressive, but only during the day

The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
People act more freely and rebelliously at night, so that's when I'm strict with them

Grand Marnier, CD player number two
I enjoy drinking Grand Marnier and listening to music on my second CD player

Sade's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
I'm listening to the soulful singer Sade, singing her sensual song "sweetest taboo" in my bedroom

We used to rap, now y'all want to come and get me with a bat?
We used to make music together, so why are you now acting violent towards me?

Y'all must be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New Jack
You must be crazy or high on drugs like a character from the movie "New Jack City"

How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
Don't forget that I helped you become a successful rapper

But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You're like hypocritical religious leaders who criticize and punish me for speaking my mind

You know who you are, eight bar superstar
You're not a real rapper, you only have a short burst of talent

Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You spend recklessly, buying expensive cars and spending at bars with credit cards

You want to impress some young chick you just met
You're trying to impress a young woman you just met

First thing she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
She recognizes you from your past collaborations with me

Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
You're surprised and caught off-guard, as if your body is exposed

Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
You might be tough, but only in a scripted wrestling show like WWE

'Cause in this arena ain't nothin' but gladiators and haters
In the music industry, it's a tough competition between talented artists and malicious critics

Hopin' they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Critics wish for my downfall and to be destroyed like prey for wild animals

Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
I pray for spiritual guidance and protection from evil influences

They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the anti Christ
You're interpreting spiritual texts in a negative way, like the anti-Christ figure in Christian beliefs

Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the public
You're not a strong or talented rapper, and you're lying to your fans about your abilities

You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
You were so desperate for success that you took credit for all the work done on a record

Some MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground
Some less mainstream rappers are resentful towards me because I've achieved commercial success

Counting English pounds
I'm making a lot of money from my music, especially in the UK

I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
It takes a lot of hard work and time to become successful

I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
I had to wait a long time for my chance to make it big, like Noah waiting for the flood to recede

Contemplatin' what should I write, what should I recite
I'm reflecting on what message to convey in my music

'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks wit' ice
I'm surrounded by tough people and wealthy women with jewelry

That's when I daydream into the twilight
I escape into my dreams during moments of reflection

Girls wit' they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Women with their partners, expressing their dissatisfaction with their current situation

Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Women should look towards a brighter future, away from their current troubles

'Cause my class is the Misedu'
I consider myself part of the mis-educated or under-educated class, but I still have something meaningful to say