Ice-T — Dick Tracy 90s Mix

Work you over for fifty cents, Charlie You're just lucky I don't have any hardware with me Darn lucky, I tell ya [Radio Announcer] It was gambling that brought the rising star of mobster Big Boy Caprice to zenith and brought crime buster Dick Tracy onto his scent Caprice made his bones in the small-time extortion and protection rackets on the South Side And his prosecuted vendettas with the ruthless tenacity that earned him a reputation for cunning, murderous unpredictability, and an unwillingness to forgive, which is remarkable evеn on that seamy side of town Business ownеrs who failed to cough up Big Boy's exorbitant demands for tribute were hastily extinguished And many a small-time operator learned the hard way with the Mob not rough stuff meant by territory, a school lesson that ended with a student grasped in a pair of cement overshoes [Ice-T] Dick Tracy, look out crooks you better break out 'Cause Tracy's chillin' on a stake out He's in town and he's huntin' Big Boy Caprice Tracy's on the C-A-S-E It's no win if you think about doin' crime Tracy have you doin' time (Word) When you dealin' with hoods like Flattop He roam solo, he doesn't need a backup cop He just talks in the radio that's on his wrist Pat Patton’ll hook 'em up quick He makes his move but suckas is in his way for pay Dick Tracy don't play [Radio Announcer] Caprice would scratch, claw, double-cross and slaughter his way to the top of an ugly heap And by the time he was there, his greedy eye would wander to the spoils of national control of the rackets He was surrounded by around-the-clock assortment of goons, pimps, shills, confidants, tricksters, flim-flam men, and lead-jawed gunmen who responded to his every urge [Ice-T] Dick Tracy, a real man no phony He better watch out for Breathless Mahoney 'Cause this girl's sexy and I'm talkin' 'bout super hot And she workin' on Tracy's soft spot Tess Trueheart is the one he's in love with Gotta keep a cool head so he don't flip But Tracy's too tough for that He gotta get Pruneface, Numbers and the Rodent pack Influence and the thugs at the Ritz understand This Tracy don't quit 'til he gets his man And I'm talkin' 'bout them Dick Tracy's in the back again [Radio Announcer] By degrees, his empire grew An empire that fashioned itself into an unseemly Replica of a king's court, where a jester could be put to death With the sole wink of a Neapolitan eyelid And aware he could bring a whole neighborhood to its knees With a particularly unpleasant visit from one of the squads of amici di amici, of friends of friends The territory came into control of an iron hand who was not called the ‘Carnival of Death’ for nothing And Big Boy Caprice had given this sobriquet a vicious ring many times over It seemed that nothing would stop him [Ice-T] Dick Tracy not the one you want to cross, boss Step to him and you'll be needing smelling salts 'Cause he's the C-O-P on the J-O-B So don't M-E-S-S with T-R-A-C-why? 'Cause Tracy's gonna rock the place Put away Shoulders, The Plank, Little Face And any other crook that wanna break ill You gotta problem, Dick Tracy's the bill He found a kid that they call Shakesy J.R A good kid, the boy's gonna go far Sam Catchem is another on the right side But if you're not, then fool, you better run and hide from Dick Tracy [Radio Announcer] Not politicians, not union bosses, not racketeers, not the treachery of its fellow serpents Not the heady aroma of power-lust would be enough to undo this model of pure evil Nothing but Dick Tracy, whose name had come up in regard to the office of Police Chief on the South Side Tracy had handled the likes of Caprice before and seen the hideous [?] of other hoodlums end up behind bars But here was a king whose calling card was widowhood and a proven river of scarlet that drained itself in the city sewers [Ice-T] Dick Tracy is comin' to your town soon Wipin' out all the mugs and the goons So if you're wrong you better move to some other place Or stay the hell out his face 'Cause he don't joke When it comes to crime, he go for broke Even if the pistol smoke He gets the job done, the man don't run Talk about bad, Dick Tracy's the one Untouchable, the unstoppable (Tracy's on the take) Tha's impossible Supercop is no crook's friend Dick Tracy's in the streets again [Radio Announcer] He would create a reign of terror and a flow of blood that would not be stopped by anything but Dick Tracy and the nation's boldest crime busters ‘Ha, ha, ha,’ the gangsters laughed at headlines that promised a head-on war from the Attorney General's office Cackles were heard again in mafia back parlors at the mention of Attorney General's Fletcher's campaign for the mayoral office A campaign that Caprice and his underbosses, Flattop, Pruneface, Influence and Mumbles, would conspire to bring to an abrupt halt and give the would-be officeholder an involuntary dirt nap Focus of the tentacles of Caprice and his hideous family was gambling The glamour of [?] that kept the masses hostage to a dream and eternal slavery to the hope that this week, this month their lucky number would come up, a hope that somehow never materialized Roulette, Craps, Black Jack, Keno, the ponies and the puppies were all wrenched and pulled like the strings of a marionette with a shiny visage by Caprice and his allies The city, with its hopeless masses, hooked like dope fiends on the game of the moment waltzed to the gangsters’ tune and kept the parade of corrupt officials on the payroll to ensure that the waltz played on One who dared contradict them was club owner Lips Manlis, proprietor of the Club Ritz Big Boy Caprice wanted in; Manlis wouldn't yield Lips was soon separated from the living in a lavish funeral and Caprice took over the Club Ritz And with it came Manlis' former moll, the songbird that would become [?] Breathless Mahoney Breathless would not be allowed to mourn long, for the party would go on every night as it always did Would Tracy drop by to bring it to a halt? When would gunfire rival the popping of champagne corks? For wherever Caprice roamed blood would find him sooner or later (Sooner or later, sooner or later, sooner or later…) Calling Dick Tracy Calling Dick Tracy Calling Dick Tracy Calling Dick Tracy The police are losing The police are losing The police are losing The police are losing Calling Dick Tracy Calling Dick Tracy Calling Dick Tracy Calling Dick Tracy All right, y’can all go home now Show's over