Ice T – You Played Yourself

Ice-T released his single “You Played Yourself” on April 5, 1990.  The track was produced by Afrika Islam and was released on Sire/Warner Bros. Records.  The single also appeared on Ice-T’s third studio album “The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech… Just Watch What You Say!” on October 10, 1989.

Ice-T has always been that “gangsta” rapper from Los Angeles that will tell you a gangster story and at the same time teach you a lesson. He would always get a bad rep because of the stories he told, but the critics stop listening to the song half ways and didn’t stay long enough for the ending where they bad guys does not get away!  On this track, he warns us about the pitfalls we fall into and makes us learn from other’s mistakes.  Whether you are an ignorant rapper, chasing women or chasing drugs, “you play yourself”.  As for the beat, he uses James Brown’sThe Boss” to spit his stories.  The video has KRS-One making a cameo and the gorgeous Darlene Ortiz gives us something to go goo-goo at!

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech… Just Watch What You Say!” is one of Ice-T’s greatest efforts next to “Original Gangster“.  Tracks like “Lethal Weapon“, “The Girl Tried to Kill Me“, “The Iceberg” and “The Hunted Child” are all tracks that will make you play this CD without using the skip button.

[Verse 1]
This is it, dope from the fly kid
The Ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you’ve lost, ’cause players you’re not, gangstas you ain’t
You’re faintin’, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
High Roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin’ like a black king on a throne
Evil E…turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin’ tape
Another album to make? Great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his ‘lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science? You’re dumb
Stupid ignorant, don’t even talk to me
At school you dropped Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
To perpetrate, you’re bait, so just wait
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How’d you get into this spot?

[Chorus]
You played yourself…
Yo, yo, you played yourself…

[Verse 2]
I’m no authority but I know the D-E-A-L
When it comes to dealin’ with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and they’ll break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin’ money’s what I’m talkin’ about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook ’cause your ducats got took
Call her up, phone’s off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You can’t buy no relationship

You played yourself…
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself…

[Verse 3]
I’m in the MC game, a lot of MC’s front
And for the money they’re sell out stunts
But they claim that they’re rich and that they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin’ ’bout gold?
You better double that, then double that again
And still don’t get souped, my friend
You think you’ve made it, you’re just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss ’em ’cause you think you’re a star
That attitude is rude, you won’t get far
‘Cause they’ll turn on you quick, you’ll drop like a brick
Unemployment’s where you’ll sit
No friends ’cause you dissed ’em too
No money, no crew, you’re through

You played yourself…
That’s right, you played yourself…
You played yourself…
Yo, yo, you played yourself…

[Verse 4]
You got problems, you claim you need a break
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent trying to scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count Five-O’s
Lyin’ and cheatin’, everybody you’re beatin’
Dirty clothes and you’re skinny ’cause you haven’t been eatin’
You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery…smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldn’t get away, the cops roll, you’re popped
And now you’re locked, yo, lampin’ on Death Row
Society’s fault? No
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool

You played yourself…
You played yourself…
Ain’t nobody else’s fault, you played yourself

-Al E.

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