가사: Ice T. Rhyme Pays. Somebody Gotta Do It (pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!).
My life style's crazy, I'm luxury lazy
So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
Cordless phone, eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin'
Known around the world for my high post groomin'
Mac like a preacher, love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in Paris, when I want her I beep her
Too many clothes, gotta rag top rolls
1000 Watt system and my speakers are Bose
I kick it like a champ, I thought you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around, so please, don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin' my life is just so hard to do
Makin' deals a million one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferrari's, E's black, mine's blue
Can't swim a lap in my pool 'cause it's just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do, I simply can't go wrong and I'll make money
I don't need this damn song but somebody's gotta do it
Now when I walk in a joint, punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphrey and a maid named Milly
"Mink sheets on my bed", that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchen so that I can get fed
So tired of sailin' on my boat, I might just helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book, it weighs a tonne
Gotta leave this damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word that me an E ain't done
But somebody's gotta do it
So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
Cordless phone, eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin'
Known around the world for my high post groomin'
Mac like a preacher, love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in Paris, when I want her I beep her
Too many clothes, gotta rag top rolls
1000 Watt system and my speakers are Bose
I kick it like a champ, I thought you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around, so please, don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin' my life is just so hard to do
Makin' deals a million one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferrari's, E's black, mine's blue
Can't swim a lap in my pool 'cause it's just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do, I simply can't go wrong and I'll make money
I don't need this damn song but somebody's gotta do it
Now when I walk in a joint, punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphrey and a maid named Milly
"Mink sheets on my bed", that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchen so that I can get fed
So tired of sailin' on my boat, I might just helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book, it weighs a tonne
Gotta leave this damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word that me an E ain't done
But somebody's gotta do it
T Ice