Following the 1993 case, Michael Jackson released the album HIStory: Past, Present and Future Book I. The second disc contained 15 new songs, most of which seemed to be written about what Jackson experienced as a result of the allegations. Click on the song titles below to read the lyrics.


Scream

They Don't Care About Us

Stranger in Moscow

This Time Around

D.S

Money

Childhood

Tabloid Junkie

2Bad

Scream
Written and composed by Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, James Harris III & Terry Lewis

[Michael]
Tired of injustice
Tired of the schemes
Your lies are disgustin’
So what does it mean, damn it
Kicking me down
I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks, damn it

[Janet]
Peek in the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I’m wrong
Then you better prove you’re right
You’re sellin’ out souls but
I care about mine
I’ve got to get stronger
And I won’t give up the fight

[Michael]
With such confusions
Don’t it make you wanna scream
(Make you wanna scream)
Your bash abusin’
Victimize within the scheme

[Janet]
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize

[Michael]
Somebody please have mercy
’Cause I just can’t take it

[Michael and Janet]
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream

[Michael]
Tired of your tellin’
(Tellin’)
The story your way
(The story your way)
It’s causin’ confusion
(Confusion)
You think it’s okay, damn it

[Janet]
Keep changin’ the rules
While you’re playin’ the game
I can’t take it much longer
I think I might go insane

[Michael]
Now, baby
With such confusion
Don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin’
Victimize within the scheme

[Janet]
You find your pleasure scandalizin’ every lie
Oh father, please have mercy
’Cause I just can’t take it

[Michael and Janet]
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop fuckin’ with me
Make me wanna scream

[Janet]
Oh, my God, can't believe what I saw
As I turned on the TV this evening
I was disgusted by all the injustice

[Michael]
All the injustice

[Michael]
With such delusions
Don’t it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin’
Victimize within the scheme

[Janet]
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
Oh brother please have mercy
’Cause I just can't take it

[Michael and Janet]
Stop your pressure
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream
Stop your pressure
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin’ me
Just stop pressurin’ me
Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream

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They Don't Care About Us
Written and composed by Michael Jackson

Skin head dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suit on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang shot dead
Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Beat me hate me
You can never break me
Will me thrill me
You can never kill me
Do (jew) me sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me strike (kike) me
Don’t you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality
I’m tired of bein’ the victim of hate
Your rapin’ me of my pride oh for God’s sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy
Set me free

Skinhead deadhead
Everybody gone bad
Trepidation speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suit on the news
Everybody dog food
Black man blackmail
Throw the brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible ’cause you ignore me
Your proclamation promised me free liberty
I'm tired of bein’ the victim of shame
They're throwin’ me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I really do hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be, no, no

Skinhead deadhead
Everybody gone bad
Situation speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Some things in life they just don’t wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be, no, no, no

Skin head dead head
Everybody's gone bad
Situation segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suit on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me strike (kike) me
Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
(They keep me on fire)
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
(I’m there to remind you)
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

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Stranger in Moscow
Written and composed by Michael Jackson

I was wandering in the rain
Mask of life, feelin’ insane
Swift and sudden fall from grace
Sunny days seem far away
Kremlin’s shadow belittlin’ me
Stalin’s tomb won’t let me be
On and on and on it came
Wish the rain would just let me be

How does it feel
(How does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you’re alone
And you’re cold inside

Here abandoned in my fame
Armageddon of the brain
KGB was doggin’ me
Take my name and just let me be
Then a begger boy called my name
Happy days will drown the pain
On and on and on it came
In the rain, and again, and again
Take my name and just let me be

How does it feel
(How does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
(How does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you’re alone
And you’re cold inside

How does it feel
(How does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
(How does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you’re alone
And you’re cold inside

Like a stranger in Moscow
(Lord have mercy)
Like a stranger in Moscow
(Lord have mercy)
We’re talkin’ danger
We’re talkin’ danger baby
Like a stranger in Moscow
We’re talkin’ danger
We’re talkin’ danger baby
Like a stranger in Moscow
I’m livin’ lonely
I’m livin’ lonely, baby
A stranger in Moscow

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This Time Around
Written and composed by Michael Jackson, Dallas Austen, Bruce Swedien and Rene Moore

This time around I’ll never get bit
Though you really wanna fix me
This time around you’re making me sick
Though you really wanna get me
Somebody’s out
Somebody’s out to get me
They really wanna fix me, hit me
But this time around I'm taking no shit
Though you really wanna get me
You really wanna get me

(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Control of me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really could control me

This time around I’ll never get bit
Though you really wanna get me
(You really wanna get me)
This time around I’m taking no shit
Though you really wanna fix me
Somebody's out
Somebody's out to use me
They really want to use me
And then falsely accuse me
This time around
They'll take it like spit
’Cause you really can’t control me

(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
A hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
A hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me

[Rap: The Notorious BIG]
Listen, I’ve got problems of my own
Flashin’ cameras, taps on my phone
Even in my home I ain’t safe as I should be
Things always missin’
Maybe it could be my friends
They ain’t friends if they're robbin’ me
Stoppin’ me from makin’ a profit, see
Apology shallow like the ocean
I guess I’ll resort to gun totin’
If I was dead broke and smokin’
I’d probably be by my lonesome
I’m a killer nigga I ain’t jokin’
Endo smoke got me choked and I’m hopin’
The fool comes slippin’
So I could blow’em open
This time around
I changed up my flow
Got rid of the rocks
Got Pitts by the door
I’ve raised other peoples to watch my back
Stay away from strangers
So I won’t slack
And I know my nigga Mike like that
Baby

This time around yeah...
(He really thought he really had)
Control of me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
A hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Control of me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me

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D.S.
Written and composed by Michael Jackson

They wanna get my ass
Dead or alive
You know he really tried
To take me down by surprise
I bet he missioned with the CIA
He don’t do half what he say

Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Tom Sneddon is a cold man, now
Tom Sneddon is a cold man

He out shock in every single way
He’ll stop at nothing just to get his political fame
He think he hot ’cause he’s B.S D.A
I bet he never had a social life anyway
You think he brother with the KKK
I bet his mother never taught him right anyway
He want your vote just to remain D.A.
He don’t do half what he say

Cause Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Go on, boy
Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Go on, boy
Tom Sneddon is a cold man, now
Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Tom Sneddon is a cold man

Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Tom Sneddon is a cold man, now
Tom Sneddon is a cold man
He just, he just, go on, boy!

Does he send letters to the FBI
Did he say to either do it or die

Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Go on, boy!
Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Go on, boy!
Tom Sneddon is a cold man, now
Tom Sneddon is a cold man
Tom Sneddon is a cold man
[Repeat until end]

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Money
Written and composed by Michael Jackson

Money
Lie for it
Spy for it
Kill for it
Die for it

So you call it trust
But I say it’s just
In the devil’s game
Of greed and lust
They don’t care
They’d do me for the money
They don’t care
They use me for the money

So you go to church
Read the Holy Word
In the scheme of life
It’s all absurd
They don’t care
They’d kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money

You’re saluting the flag
Your country trusts you
Now you’re wearing a badge
You’re called the “Just Few”
And you’re fighting the wars
A soldier must do
I’ll never betray or deceive you my friend but
If you show me the cash
Then I will take it
If you tell me to cry
Then I will fake it
If you give me a hand
Then I will shake it

You would do anything for money

Anything
Anything
Anything for money
I’d lie for you
Would die for you
I'd Even sell my soul to the devil
Anything
Anything
Anything for money
I’d lie for you
Would die for you
I'd Even sell my soul to the devil

Insurance
Where do your loyalties lie
Is that your alibi
I don’t think so
You don’t care
You’d do her for the money
Say it’s fair
You sue her for the money

Want your pot of gold
Need the Midas touch
Bet you sell your soul
Cause your God is such
You don’t care
You kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money

Are you infected with the same disease
Of lust, gluttony and greed
Then watch the ones
With the biggest smiles
The idle jabbers
Cause they’re the backstabbers

If you know it’s a lie
Then you will swear it
If you give it with guilt
Then you will bear it
If it’s taking a chance
Then you will dare it
You would do anything for money

Anything
Anything
Anything for money
I’d lie for you
Would die for you
I'd Even sell my soul to the devil
Anything
Anything
Anything for money
I’d lie for you
Would die for you
I'd Even sell my soul to the devil
[Repeat]

You say you wouldn’t do it
For all the money in the world
I don’t think so
If you show me the man
Then I will sell him
If you ask me to lie
Then I will tell him
If it’s dealing with God
Then you will hell him

You would do anything for money

Anything
Anything
Anything for money
I’d lie for you
Would die for you
I'd Even sell my soul to the devil
Anything
Anything
Anything for money
I’d lie for you
Would die for you
I'd Even sell my soul to the devil
[Repeat]

Money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round

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Childhood
Written and composed by Michael Jackson and David Foster

Have you seen my childhood
I’m searching for the world that I come from
Cause I’ve been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities
Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me

People say I’m not okay
Cause I love such elementary things
It’s been my fate to compensate
For the childhood I’ve never known

Have you seen my childhood
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates and adventurous dreams
Of conquest and kings on the throne

Before you judge me
Try hard to love me
Look within your heart then ask
Have you seen my childhood

People say I’m strange that way
Cause I love such elementary things
It’s been my fate to compensate
for the childhood I’ve never known

Have you seen my childhood
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare
Watch me fly

Before you judge me
Try hard to love me
The painful youth I’ve had
Have you seen my childhood

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Tabloid Junkie
Written and composed by Michael Jackson, James Harris III & Terry Lewis

Speculate to break the one you hate
Circulate the lie you confiscate
Assassinate and mutilate
It’s the hounding media in hysteria
Who’s the next for you to resurrect
JFK exposed the CIA
Truth be told the grassy knoll
It’s the blackmail story in all your glory

It’s slander
You say it’s not a sword
But with your pen you torture men
You’d crucify the Lord
And you don’t have to read it
And you don’t have to eat it
To buy it is to feed it
Then why do we keep foolin’ ourselves

Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual
Though everybody wants to read all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual, actual
They say he's homosexual

In the hood
Frame him if you could
Shoot to kill
To blame him if you will
If he dies sympathize
Such false witnesses
Damn self righteousness
In the black
Stab me in the back
In the face
To lie and shame the race
Heroine and Marilyn
It’s the headline story of
All your glory

It’s slander
With the words you use
You’re parasite in black and white
Do anything for news
And you don’t go and buy it
And they don’t glorify it
To read it sanctifies it
Then why do we keep foolin’ ourselves

Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual
Everybody wants to read all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual
See, and everybody wants to believe all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine Believe me
Or see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual
See, but everybody wants to believe all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual, actual
She’s blonde and she’s bisexual

Scandal
With the words you use
You’re a parasite in black and white
Do anything for news
And you don’t go and buy it
And they don’t glorify it
To read it sanctifies it
Why do we keep foolin’ ourselves
Slander
You say it’s not a sin
But with your pen you torture men
But why do we keep foolin’ ourselves

Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual
Though everybody wants to read all about it
Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual
See, but everybody wants to read all about it

Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual
Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual

Just because you read it in a magazine
You see it on the TV screen
Don’t make it factual, actual
You’re so damn disrespectable

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2Bad
Written and composed by Michael Jackson, Bruce Swedien, Rene Moore and Dallas Austin

Told me that you’re doin’ wrong
Word out shockin’ all alone
Cryin’ wolf ain’t like a man
Throwin’ rocks to hide your hand

You ain’t done enough for me
You ain’t done enough for me
You are disgustin’ me
(Yeah, yeah)
You’re aiming just for me
You are disgustin’ me
Just want your cut from me
But too bad, too bad

Look who just walked in the place
Dead and stuffy in the face
Look who’s standing if you please
Though you tried to bring me to my knees

Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it

Hell all up in Hollywood
Sayin’ that she got it good
Creepin’ from a dusty hole
Tales of what somebody told
What do you want from me
What do you want from me
Tired of you haunting me
(Yeah, yeah)
You’re aiming just for me
You are disgustin’ me
You got blood lust for me
But too bad, too bad

Look who got slapped in the face
It’s dead and stuffy in the place
Right back where I wanna be
I’m standin’ though you’re kickin’ me

Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it

Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it

[Rap]
Life’s about a dream
I’m really undefeated
When MJ’s on my team, theme
Reality brings forth realizm
It’s the man of steel organizm twizm
Not from the prizm, take charge like manilla
Nine five Shaq represent with the Thrilla
Grap my crotch, twist my knee, then I’m through
Mike’s bad, I’m bad
Who are you

Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it

Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
So, too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
It’s going down, babe
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don’t you just scream and shout it
I don’t wanna talk about it
Too bad, too bad about it

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