Money, Cash, Hoes (feat. DMX)

Turn the lights all the

Turn the lights all the way down

What, what, uh-huh, yeah

Come on

Come on, yeah, come on

Yo, yo

J-A-Y, I flow sick

Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick

I spits the game at those that throw bricks

Money, cash, hoes

Money, cash, chicks

Sex, murder and mayhem

Romance for the street

Only wife of mine's is a life of crime

And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests

How can I not flirt with death?

That's life's enigma, long as life's within us

We gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us

Fuck it

Ice the wrist and raise the price on these ****

Y'all can't floss on my level

I'll invite you all to get with us

If your ball is glitter

When I go, on a Harlem playas wall my picture

If you get close enough, you can read the scripture

It reads, money, cash, hoes

How real was that, ****, what?

Money, cash, hoes

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My money, cash, hoes

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Flavor's robust, platinum and gold touch

Y'all rap now, fast money done slowed up

**** try to stop Jay-Z to no luck

Roc-A-Fella forever, C.E.O., what, what?

Us the villains, fuck your feelings

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

What's the dealings?

It's like New York's been soft

Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the building

I'm tryna restore the feelings

Fuck the law, keep dealing

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 Brook-nam 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 tell you, it'll be the bestseller

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DMX and my dawgs bite

Jigga, my ****, 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

Acting like we owe 'em something

Then we show 'em something

Talking greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or something

Fucking with a mad man in a bad mood

It's like fucking with a mad dog that wasn't fed food

And the only thing that's stopping him is you

'Cause the only thing that he'll be dropping is you

Topic include

Drop it to Clue and the response from the street

This was one dawg that loves raw meat

But getting back to

Just 'cause I love my ****

I shed blood for my ****

Let a **** holler, where my ****?

All I'ma hear is, right here, my ****

Come on

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Money, cash, hoes (Ugh)

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Money, cash, hoes (Come on)

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Roc-A-Fella shit

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Ruff Ryders

Pa-pause, pause

My ****, Swizz

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Don't stop, biatch

Uh, uh-huh, 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's 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 you shows, huh?

Fuck you, pay me

And then what do you do?

When you can't borrow another dollar from the label

And you can't sell the single in the stores?

You light a match

You blow the joint