The Usual Suspect 

Verse 1: 
Man, why am I here? I didn’t do nothin’. 
So you got a dead body. You think I had somethin’ 
To do with it, don’t ya? That’s why I’m here, 
Locked in this room, with this table and chair. 
And you two punk ass, wanna-be junior detectives 
Gonna pin this on me? Man, you need some perspective. 
My watch is worth more than your annual salary. 
I make a phone call; an hour from now I’ll be 
Back on the street, before you finish your coffee. 

Chorus: 
Back off, man. I know what you’re doin’. 
Wanna’ trick me, trip me up, yeah, you’re screwin’ 
With my head, to make me say I had somethin’ 
To do with this crime, but man, I had nothin’ 
To do with it this time, I’d swear on a Bible. 
You think it’s a case of two “business rivals” 
Fightin’ for turf, for money, survival 
Of the fittest. I did this to let ‘em all know, 
All the others, how far I am willin’ to go 
If you get in my way. Bet you can’t prove it. 
I’m glad he’s dead. But I didn’t do it. 

Verse 2: 
So what if I did? Hey, I ain’t saying I did this. 
You got no case, ain’t no way you can pin his 
Murder on me, if that’s what this is about. 
Hell, maybe he went and blew his own brains out. 
Yeah, pulled his own trigger, four or five times. 
If you’re lookin’ for motive, man, get in line. 
There’s others ‘sides me that you won’t see cryin’ 
Cause he turned up dead. Still, it wouldn’t be lyin’ 
To say all my enemies seem to end up dyin’. 

Chorus: 
Back off, man. I know what you’re doin’. 
Wanna’ trick me, trip me up, yeah, you’re screwin’ 
With my head, to make me say I had somethin’ 
To do with this crime, but man, I had nothin’ 
To do with it this time, I’d swear on a Bible. 
You think it’s a case of two “business rivals” 
Fightin’ for turf, for money, survival 
Of the fittest. I did this to let ‘em all know, 
All the others, how far I am willin’ to go 
If you get in my way. Bet you can’t prove it. 
I’m glad he’s dead. But I didn’t do it. 

Bridge: 
You got a witness? Did somebody see 
Me do all the things you’re blaming on me? 
Man, nobody saw nothing. They never do. 
They don’t say nothing ‘less I tell ‘em to. 

Chorus: 
Back off, man. I know what you’re doin’. 
Wanna’ trick me, trip me up, yeah, you’re screwin’ 
With my head, to make me say I had somethin’ 
To do with this crime, but man, I had nothin’ 
To do with it this time, I’d swear on a Bible. 
You think it’s a case of two “business rivals” 
Fightin’ for turf, for money, survival 
Of the fittest. I did this to let ‘em all know, 
All the others, how far I am willin’ to go 
If you get in my way. Bet you can’t prove it. 
I’m glad he’s dead. But I didn’t do it. 

Outro: 
So if you two don’t mind, I’m gonna go, 
‘Less you got somethin’ more. No? Didn’t think so. 
No hard feelings, man, know what I’m sayin’? 
Better luck next time. Thanks for playin’.