Seven in the morning, standing in the line Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine Two in the back of me sucking on a joint And one in back of them ready for a new sport There's 4-5 suckers way, way in the back Stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack They looking at me funny 'cause I got a record out And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud A fourth of the people in the line be hookers But the other forth betta ask help themself A fourth of the people having good faith And all of the rest all fucked up in the head A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph Ain't nothing changed but the time I got to get mine, so I'm standing in the county line This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh You got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny I walked through the front door to fill out my AP Here comes another sap asking if I rap I don't say a word 'cause he know that I do I'm down with the mad ass you know, hoe I take a number and a seat I'm sweating from the heat Somebody got their shoes off I smell their feet My number is 80, it's still on 20 I look up at the clock and now is 10:30 Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please Can I get my food stamps so I can leave I got money and a car, but they don't really know it Now they asking me a gang of questions 'cause I told them I was homeless I'm living in a car drive back in the alley But I used to shack up with a hooker named Sally Line after line Ruff is the time My life is in a bomb, so I'm standing in the county line This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh You got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker She thinks I'm a fool, but I know that I can work her Punk ass hoe sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp Rollin' that week sheets of mine You have a penitently record I said I know that bitch! She wants to know what kind a work do I do I said I haven't worked since 1982 I can't find a job though I looked and I looked Took one hit of the crack and mistook She sittin' there wonderin' what did 'cause I did And the whole time I'ma watchin' like I'm smokin' me a joint Job search work the projects whackness And in a few weeks I'd get my check Now I got to wait for them to call me through the window So I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bath show It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall Mothafuckez move so I can make a phone call Shit is getting late and the time is 29 That why so many niggas standing in the county line This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh You got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh You got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny