What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper? That means you inferior, not major.

Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work, and you get nothin' without struggle and hard work

You have to keep your vision clear, cause only a coward lives in fear.

Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite.

No idea is original, there's nothing new under the sun, it's never what you do, but how it's done

You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money...

I never brag, how real i keep it, cause thats the best secret.

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, Dedication, hard work, routine builds character. In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers

Some seek fame cause they need validation, Some say hating is confused admiration.

It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.

Nothing worldly will ever become the Self (the Soul). The Self [the Soul] will never become worldly. Both are separate things.

I was lucky that I met the right mentors and teachers at the right moment.

As the old proverb says: "Well-fed horses don't rampage.

I think the music should definitely underscore the sentiment of the song, and it can work for or against it.

The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.

By giving words to these intimate experiences I can make my life available to others.

If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.

What one needs to know in order to appraise a man morally is not: what did his mother say or do when he was three? The proper question is: what does he say and do now?

Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

Nikki lives around the corner from me and I see him all the time. We talk a lot, and of course we're still friends. That was our baby, Motley Crue, we put that band together.