[Production by Buckwild & Lord Finesse]

[Verse 1]
I used to be a rich n***a, selling much crack
To make a long story short, I fell off like a hubcap
My operation got shut off, I can't slide a slut off
I gotta beat my dick to get a nut off
'Cause when a convo is struck up
Bitches act stuck up, my luck sucks, everything is fucked up
To get cash I gotta beg
'Cause every time I reach in my pocket all I feel is my damn leg
Its about time that I feel cash
Gotta get it right now, gotta get it real fast
'Cause all I got left is two MAC-10s
A army jacket, a ski mask, a hoodie, and some black Timbs
I'm about to get extra ill
So I went to my crib, got booted up and got dressed to kill
The first place that I hit was the corner store
I pulled out and told everybody to get on the floor
I took the cash then I jetted, one kid tried to set it
I bet he regret it because he got wetted
Robberies I did well
When you look in the dictionary under villain you'll see a photo of Big L
Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and scarred
'Cause times is hard on the boulevard
[Chorus]
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard

[Verse 2]
Yo, I was robbing people on a regular basis
In many different places and all types of races
I robbed gangsters, I robbed ducks, I didn't care who I stuck
As long as I got a buck, what the fuck?
When n***as see me they take flight
I'll even rob Jehovah if I catch him right on a late night
Keep a vest, G, don't try to test me
A redneck police chief tried to arrest me
Ayo that wasn't a smart cop
Because I put two in his chest and his motherfucking heart stopped
It's a must I commit crimes
'Cause I gotta get mine, it's hard times, and all I see are dollar signs
Why should I work for another sucker
When I can do robberies and make G's like a motherfucker
Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and scarred
'Cause times is hard on the boulevard

[Chorus]
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
[Verse 3]
Yo I was goin out just like a crusader would
I robbed everything that moved in the neighborhood
Yo, I was even robbing chicks
I did mad sticks, I needed more dough so I started taking hits
Blasting ducks with the shotty
The trigger I squeeze with ease I got paid 50 G's per body
In a year I killed 88
So I made about... umm... fuck it I was crazy straight
Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and starved
'Cause times is hard on the boulevard

[Chorus: Rakim]
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard
Times is hard on the boulevard