Yellow

[Verse 1: Black Thought (as Max "Matthew" Fisher)] Yellow money, yellow women, yellow taxis The smell of the city that's coming at me Pepper head heffers in New York are never happy Rule of threes, the main thing that attracts me is Yellow sapphire, yellow diamonds, and gold If loving her was the "bing", I guess I'm out on parole Out of control, I was too sad to try to console I took my hair out of my durag, went out on a stroll To hail a taxi, a jitney, a cabbie, a gypsy, a hack Someone to get me down 125th street Out on the corner lookin' for a driver to lift me To the height of a high yellow mama to kiss me That old man mini's probably gonna to miss me But that's ancient history I'm trying to get tipsy Some middle mystery mix might come whistlin' dixie And drunk from corn liquor or some bootleg whiskey In Harlem black girls are too high saditty now I need somebody brand new to New York City now I need a mama who walk, talk, and look pretty now And if I could get the milk for free, why would I buy the cow before my [Hook] Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow Yellow money, yellow woman, yellow taxi [Verse 2: Black Thought (as Max "Matthew" Fisher)] Uh, Look Whoever said black don't crack was wrong I need me a saffran jawn to go platinum blonde Matter fact, big blue eyed Anglo-Saxon swan With the forked-tongue or horns like a Capricorn I need an amazon viking who's physically striking She could start off yellow then deliberately lighten her skin Until it's brightened and visibly whitened I mean, the polar opposite of Cicely Tyson If you need a black lover you can go 'head, brother I won't mess with anything less than cornbread color Of the flesh, she might see a tan but only in summer She's my number one and one is still the loneliest number Without my hello, mellow, yellow amber waves of grain I hope you're able to love me 'cause I've been raising Cain And God don't like no ugly, so I'ma change the game Should I even change my name? Nothing stays the same after [Hook] Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow Yellow money, yellow woman, yellow taxi [Verse 3: Black Thought (as Max "Matthew" Fisher)] Ayo, the smell of the city that's coming at me Yellow taxis taking me to my yellow honey Exactly, look at me smellin' the yellow money With my charm on my arm, I dare you to take her from me I'ma make her love me, ayo bunny, listen to me (Ahem) I beg borrow and steal to cop a meal And dress with superior zest and proper zeal I should say my middle name is "Let's make a deal" Because gettin' something for free in life is not for real Last name Good, first name is Dr. Feel If you're uptown, let me know how much time you got to kill If you're in for a thrill and got a couple dollar bills We will give your money back if your dreams are not fulfilled Me and my ominous lads was on Lennox Ave The threads we were wearin' cost an arm and a leg, don't laugh Pulled up at the honky tonk in a cab I said, "Baby, don't worry, I'm payin' the tab" When I dug in my pocket for the gusto Dug in my pocket for the gusto When I dug in my pocket for the gusto I had big bills and nothing low, I had [Hook] Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow Yellow money, yellow woman, yellow taxi Uh, Yellow women, yellow taxi [Bridge] Check it out Now around this point Bunny his best friend His home girl, she walks up, right She looks him up and down Shakes her head and says [Verse 4: Woman responding to Max Fisher] Boy, you're actin' funnier than Groucho and Harpo Marx But you're a shark who comes with lots of cargo Raisin' hell up in Harlem, blowin' money like Chicago Lookin' for you a Lillian Gish or Greta Garbo To come between us when you're darker than Uncle Remus Actin' like being green is the ultimate inconvenience Like you're some kind of genius, you're hoping to find you An octoroon, a quadroon, a mulatto, or mongrel What does it take to remind you there's an ax held above you? And Max, I hate to tell you but she'll probably never love you But heaven knows you're wildest desires, I'm not denying so go on Try some candies and pluck you a dandelion But yellow teeth for tarter, yellow eyes is jaundice That's a fine performance but you're not an Adonis Even if you find yourself an Aphrodite or Athena You'll never see Nefertiti or the true queen of Sheba With your yellow money