written by Tupac Shakur
My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killers./Struggling, known to hustle screaming “Fuck they feelings!”
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this./“Nigga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich!”
There’s ten rules to the game, but I’ll share with you two./Know, niggas gonna hate you for whatever you do.
Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B./That’s, money over bitches cause they breed envy.
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies./Keep your enemies close, nigga, watch your homies.
It seemed a little unimportant. When he told me I smiled./Picture jewels being handed to an innocent child.
I never knew in my lifetime I’d live by these rules./Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules.