Josephine

Hi-Tek

(feat. Ghostface Killah,Pretty Ugly,Willie Cottrell Band) 

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 
God's woman... what's going on? 
I know things seem messed up sometime 
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation 
Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance 
And you don't know what to do... but stay strong 
And keep in mind that he always loves you... 
It's what it is... that's right sugar love 
Come on... 

[Chorus: Willie Cottrell] 
Josephine, the times are getting tough 
Seems to me... you just wont get enough 
The rain, wont wash away, your sins... 
You'll be here, to do them all over again... 

[Ghostface Killah:] 
Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox 
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks 
She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco 
She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go 
Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe 
Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right 
Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers 
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers 
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein 
Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain 
The monkey on her back is now a gorilla 
Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her 
The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman 
Destroying her pretty image and her health 
Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? 
I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching 

[Chorus] 

[Willie Cottrell:] 
Up all night, under the party lights 
Same old popping and party hopping 
All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road 
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact 
It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya 
I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down 
I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) 

[Pretty Ugly:] 
The Josephine that I knew, had a fiend for the rich guys 
Old fashion girl, judged a man by her shoe size 
If you had on the right Nikes, looked like the right type 
Paid her the right price, she give you the green light 
She was a different breed, she smoked different weed 
Every week her hair done, she had a different weave 
She was in and out of bars, she was in and out of cars 
She was on and off the law, she was in and out of drawers 
The chick a dime, I admit, I even tried to hit 
I told her I was broke as shit, but I got the magic stick 
I'm that confident, she said I need the cash 
A different time, a different place, I could have the ass 
Years went pass, before I seen her again 
Now she slim, and I don't think she been in the gym 
So I asked her how she been, she said I'm down with the men 
Now I'm seen, but I caught AIDS when I was f**king with them 

[Chorus x2]