2Pac — The Case of the Misplaced Mic

[Verse 1: 2Pac & DJ Dize] They finally did it (What's that?) They stole the mic I grip Now that it's gone (What's wrong?) I'm feelin' tired and sick (How did they do it?) Yo I don't know, I wasn't sleepin' that long When I woke up (What happened brother?) My microphone was gone At first I panicked (How?) I put the cops on the case But they was stumped (Damn), without a clue or a trace So as sure as smokin' cigarettes is bad for your health If I want my microphone back I'll find it myself So I picked up the phone (For what?) I called Dize (What's up?) My mic's gone (Word?) Let's get busy! Before I told Dize what I wanted to do He was over at my house with the TMS crew He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street Now that your mic is is gone, it's not long 'til you're beat) And then it hit me (Damn), I got a battle at six Without my microphone, I'm guaranteed to get whipped Ya might think it's unbelievable, but word to the strength When it comes to rockin' rhymes, I'm a musical nymph They gave me other mics, but yo, it wasn't no use I tried to rock it (One-two one-two), but I couldn't get loose I said forget it, with microphone or not I gotta do it, give it all that I got (Yo, what if you lose?) It'd be the first time I lost But if I beat 'em, it'd finally prove that I'm the boss I grabbed my leather jacket, walked through the streets Suckas was hopin' and prayin', Strictly D.O.P.E. would get beat I begin to get hype, I was ready to fight Yo, I was confident that I'd win, to hell with the mic! I hop on to the stage, Dize started the beat The sucka' shivered, because he tasted defeat Then I signaled to Dize and bust a rhyme off my head Perpetrator fell back (Ha!) And then he was dead I was happy as hell, 'cause I was lucky that night Put my hand in my pocket, and there was my mic [Chorus] The case of the misplaced mic Strictly D.O.P.E. in the house Misplaced mic The case of the misplaced mic Dize on the cut My misplaced mic Misplaced mic