Who Sang It’s Your Life? Too $hort

Too $hort Short Dog’s in the House cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1990-8-21
length: 4:48
producer: Keenan “The Maestro” Foster and Too $hort
Some other versions of "It’s Your Life"

It's your life, don't be stupid dope,
'Cause when you waste it...
It's your life, don't don't be stupid dope,
'Cause when you waste it...

Now I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I made about crack
It's all about losin' what you can't get back
'Cause the name of the game is to control yo' life
And all the things you do you must do them right
It's not my life, it's on you baby
What's really goin' on is that cash money
How you make it, it doesn't matter to me
Work at MacDonald's or just slang them ki's
Or you can be like me and go straight legit
Drive a brand new Benz and they can't say ****


Partners in your face, ain't even your friend
Probably have to blast him if you see him again
And if you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head
Seven days later you'll be buried and dead
I can't be like that, the only thing you fear
Homeboy you can't see it but you know it's there
It's called tomorrow, what'cha gonna do with that
Cut school, sell a few dope-fiends crack?
It's not a one-way street, it's more like a dead-end
So if you take it, you better turn back my friend
I know a lot of young brothers don't think things through
They really don't know what they want to do
When you lag, you lose, you start payin' your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin' a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in the pen


I got my eighteens pumpin', ridin' the five
People lookin' at me like I stole the ride
Am I a gangster, player, makin' them G's
Cocaine dealer with the Z's and V's
Can't tell 'em nothin', so I say, "Whassup?"
They get mad, I don't give a ****
I keep ridin', sidin', whippin' and dippin'
Look at all my homeboys trippin'
They'll knock you out, one punch like the champ
Goin' to jail is like summer camp
We shake hands one day, kill each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
'Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since I have the chance, I'll say in the rhyme,
We have to stop the killin' sometime (soon)

[Chorus x 2]

CD 1
  • 1 $hort Dog’s in the House
  • 2 It’s Your Life
  • 3 The Ghetto
  • 4 Short but Funky
  • 5 In the Oaktown
  • 6 Dead or Alive
  • 7 Punk Bitch
  • 8 Ain’t Nothin’ but a Word to Me
  • 9 Hard on the Boulevard
  • 10 Pimpology
  • 11 Paula & Janet
  • 12 Rap Like Me
  • 13 The Ghetto (reprise)

  • Release information
    label: Jive
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    script: Latin