(In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself, is failing)

Hell yeah, uh
Tadow, uh
Tadow
Tadow

Tadow, how you like me now, I'm in the mix?
It's 1986 and I got the fix with a chicken and a quota
Got the baking soda, let the water boil, workers all loyal
Dropped out the twelfth
'Cause my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees
Now I slang keys
Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack
It take a nation of millions to hold me back
Too big for my britches, and I got riches
Now I'm hittin' switches, fools want my riches
Used to get eighteen when my G was alive, now a ki' is thirteen-five
'89s the number, another summer
Police ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a king pin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for selling a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do? Ooh

Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now? Fool

Already done stacked me half a meal ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends, rollin' in a Benz
Gonna see the Twins, play at the Dome
Police start tappin' my mobile phone
I'm almost home
Gettin' excited, indicted, spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it
Lawyer got paid, plea, no contest
And everything I own got repossessed
Now take a look at the dust
And I'm happy 'cause I only got thirty six months
Never picked up a book
But my arms are 16 inches, fool, look
Can't wait for '92 so I can get with my crew
And see, what can I do

Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now?

Nutted up in the pen, now it's 94
Back in L.A., and I'm bailin' through the do'
Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at? And homie's smirk at?
Me sayin' ain't nothin' poppin' from here to the LB
What you tellin' me?
No, it ain't crackin', everybody's jackin' for a coupe
Plus, they sent in the troops
Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
Takin' fool's ends in a tussle
No skills to pay the bills
Takin' about education to battle inflation
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
(Yeah, you, fool)
Who me?
I got a baby on the way, damn, it's a mess
Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncle Fester
All dressed up in polyester
Welcome to McDonald's, may I please help you?

Yeah, you can help me, punk
Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin'
That's on my mama
Ayy, homeboy, while you at it
Gimme large fries, a strawberry shake
Big Mac, 'cause this MAC-10 fo' life

Can I roll wit you?
Come on
What can I do?
Now I'm on the run, with a gun
And this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo'
Swervin', servin' all of the pigs
Just because they tryna split my wig
I'm in custody, L.A.P.D
One more felony, strike number 3
Twenty five to life in cell block 2
Damn, that's what I gotta do, ooh

Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now?

Westside (what can I do, what can I do?)
Ice Cube (what can I do, what can I do?)
What can I do, ooh

(In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself, is failing)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Mychal Kae Simmons, O'Shea Jackson, Victor N. Taylor