Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy). They finally did it (whats that?). They stole the mic i grip. Now that its Gone (whats wrong?). I'm feelin' tired and sick. (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long. When i woke up (what happened brotha?). My Microphone was gone. First I paniced (how?). I put the cops on the case. But they was stumped (damn). Without a clue or a trace. So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health. If i want my microphone back i'll do it my self. So I picked up the phone (For what?). I called Dizzy (Whats up?). My Mics gone (Wurd?). Lets get Busy. Before I told Dizzy 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 its gone its not long 'til your beat). And then it hit me (DAMNNN). I got a battle at 6. With out my microphone. I'm guaranteed to get whipped. Ya might think its unbelievable. But word to the strength. When it comes to rockin rhymes. Im a musical nimth. 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. Ya microphone or not. And I got to do this. Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?). 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. Was hopin and payin. Strictly dope won't get beat. I begin to get hyped. I was ready to fight. Yo I was confident that I win. To hell with the mic!. I hop on to the stage. Dizzy started the beat. The sucka shivered. Because he tasted defeat. Then I signaled to Dizzy. Bust a rhyme wit 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. haha. (now why you tell em that?). The case of the misplaced mic. Verse 2 2pac (Rock T). I'm down with Strictly Dope. (so?) That means I'm more than you can handle. (hot?) I'm hotter than the wax from a candle. (me?) That's Rock T he's my microphone companion. (Lyrics?) Full of knowledge truth and understandin'. (hobbies?) Rappin' is my only recreation. (retire?) Ya must be on some kind of medication. (why!?) Cuz I'll never loosin up my mic grip. (drugs?) Never cuz i'm livin on the right tip. (Sex?) Only with my girl becasue I love her. (Babies?) Impossible I always use a rubber. (board?) Rarely 'cause I'm keepin' myself busy. (scratch?) Nah I leave the cuttin' up to Dizzy