I’ve Committed Murder (Gang Starr Remix)

[Verse 1: Guru]
Another Gang Starr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray
Big kids like us need a lot of space to play
I'm blowin' fakes away with my man, Mos Def
Of course, Premo on the track, walk the streets, no vest
So don't test, 'cause you could catch a bad one
I turn you happy-camper rappers into sad ones
Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard
I need a place to lay low, bro, 'cause this one is murder

[Verse 2: Macy Gray]
My baby works down at the boulevard cafe
Just a fine young man with big dreams
Trying to make his own way
The owner is this mean ol' bitch
Who degrades him everyday
Then she fires him for no reason
Don't wanna give him his last pay, hey

[Chorus: Macy Gray]
I've committed murder and
I think I got away
Hiding at my mother's house, come get me
Right away
I have no intention of paying
For my crime, don't fear
Gonna get the next plane out of here
And fly away

[Verse 3]
When he's down it breaks my heart to see him
So I figured I'd talk to her woman to woman
I walk in and she countin' her cash
Got so much cash her office looks like a green pasture
I said, "Give him the money you owe him"
She said "Get back, bitch, I ain't givin' you shit"
I said "You ol' bag, you ain't heard
But them are fighting words"

[Chorus]
I've committed murder and
I think I got away
Hiding at my mother's house, come get me
Right away (Right away)
I have no intention of paying
For my crime, don't fear
Gonna get the next plane out of here
And fly away

[Verse 4: Mos Def]
Yo
Puttin' a maximum effort for minimum wage
It bring the stillest waters up to a simmering rage
And I don't feel bad about it
My boss flippin, steady trippin', wanna get in my face
Try-na treat a brother any old typical way
He-he-hey that ain't the way I'm living today
Give me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate
That's when she said
"I ain't giving you not one thin dime"
That's when she made me wanna switch into my criminal mind
She sittin' back in her office countin' major dough
And don't wanna give a young man the pay she owe
That's when I got on the horn and called Macy yo
"Like yo this crazy ho try-na play me low"
Macy beamed on the scene with both hands on deck
Like, yo, respect your debt or protect your neck
But old chick got bold and said what you gon' do
Macy reached for the tool, made 'er holla like Ja Rule
And I was like "Oh shit! Relax don't flip"
But ol' chick got slick Macy let off a whole clip
Then she said "You crazy, you know labor ain't free"
Snatched the cash and made the dash like O.J. in A.C. and we out

[Bridge: Mos Def + Macy Gray]
Yo! I didn't know you had a gun
Ha! Ha! Ha!
What, you think it's funny
Look at all this money
But damn you went and shot her in the tummy
Look at all these papers
But we didn't have to go pull a murder caper
Make the old lady meet her maker
Your maker? That rhymes with Jamaica
We better bounce before our face be in the paper
Gettin' locked up in the bing is not the flavor

[Verse 5: Macy Gray]
With a suitcase full of money
We flew to a Jamaican paradise
One thing I've learned through all of this is
Having money sure is nice
Me and my baby got married
He's working hard to make his dreams come true
As far as regrets I don't have any
Would you?

[Chorus: Macy Gray & Mos Def]
I've committed murder and
I think I got away
Hiding at my mother's house, come get me
Right away (Right away)
I have no intention of paying
For my crime, don't fear
Gonna get the next plane out of here
And fly away

I've committed murder and
I think I got away
Hiding at my mother's house, come get me
Right away (Right away)
I have no intention of paying
For my crime, don't fear
Gonna get the next plane out of here
And fly away

[Outro: Macy Gray]
And I don't feel bad about it
(Fly away)
And I don't feel bad about it
(Fly away)
And I don't feel bad about it
(Fly away)
Oh, oh shobee-do-bop