Money, Cash, Hoes

Turn the lights all the way

Turn the lights all the way down

What? Yeah, come on, Big flow

Come on, yeah, come on

Yo, yo J-A-Y, I flow sick

Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick

I spits the game for those that throw bricks

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks, what?

Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street

Only wife of mines is a life of crime

And since life's a bitch in miniskirts and big chests

How can I not flirt with death

That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us

We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive us

Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggas

Y'all can't floss on my level

I'll invite you all to get wit' us if ya ball is glitter

When I go all the Harlem playas wall my picture

If you get close enough, you can read the scripture

It reads "Money, cash, hoes", how real was that nigga, what?

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Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch

Y'all rap now, fast money, let's slow it up

Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck

Roc-A-Fella forever CEO, what? What?

Us the villains, fuck your feelings

While y'all playa hate, we in the upper millions

What's the dealing? Huh, it's like New York's been soft

Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin' to restore the feelin', fuck the law, keep dealin'

More money, more cash, more chilling

I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song

Like I give a fuck, I'm just a crook on this song

Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world

Shit, I led a life you can write a book on

Sex, murder, and mayhem, romance for the street

Man and I'll tell ya, it'll be the bestseller

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DMX and my dogs bite

Jigga, my nigga rhyme all night

Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit

Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll happen

When we clap shit

Actin' like we owe 'em somethin'

Then we show 'em somethin'

Talk greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or somethin'

Fuckin' wit' a madman in a bad mood

It's like fuckin' wit' a mad dog that wasn't fed food

The only thing that's stoppin' him is you, what?

'Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you, what?

Choppin' in two

Drop it to Clue and the response from the street

This was one dog that loves raw meat

But gettin' back to just 'cause I love my niggas

I shed blood for my niggas

Let a nigga holler "Where my niggas?"

All I'ma hear is, "Right here my nigga", come on

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Roc-A-Fella shit, uh, uh

Ruff Ryders, my nigga Swizz

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Don't stop, biatch

Uh, uh, uh, yeah

Respect the game, yo

Okay, okay, okay, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z

Any problems? He can go to Jay-Z

Trouble writing a song? He can go to Jay-Z

Beef with his label? With other rappers?

He can call Jay-Z

But now the guy is gotta come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what

Ain't selling any records? Fuck you, pay me

Oh, you want me in your video? Fuck you, pay me

No one's coming to your shows, huh? Fuck you, pay me

And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label?

You can't sell the singles in the stores?

You light a match, you blow the joint