a businessman,

a jack of all trades.

His name was Easy E, and he died of AIDS.

So I thought a good tribute to my artist would be

To shed a little light on his deficiency.

It's contracted through blood,

or bodily fluids,

and he got it through sex,

cause that's how we do it.

But it wasn't so funny,

and it wasn't a joke,

when his nose got all runny

and he started to choke,

and spent the rest of his time

In a hospital bed -

He came in as a legend,

and came out of it dead.

But it shouldn't have happened,

and he could have been smarter,

and he could've checked with

every partner.

But he didn't.

And he had to tell his pregnant wife,

That his simple mistake

was gonna cost him his life.

H to the I to the V to the AIDS,

all the girls that he got

and all the money that he made

didn't matter.

Easy just wanted to cruise,

but now he's a reminder of 

what we all have to lose.

(The correct spelling is "Eazy," the misspellings were preserved for artistic genuinity.)