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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Prince Rakeem
Prince Rakeem
Programming
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Buddha Monk
Buddha Monk
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
David Porter
David Porter
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
RZA
RZA
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
That **** want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops though
Wu-Tang, five finger shit, fam
Cash rules
Word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up, two for fives, **** got garbage down the way
Word up, know what I'm sayin'?
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get
Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up
Cash rules everything around me
Take you on a natural joint
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Here we, here we go, check this shit
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
[Verse 1]
Yo, I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin' alive was no jive
Had second-hands, Moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I begin to G off is drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pulling out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the team
Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16
And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes
Makin' my way on fire escapes
No question, I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Stickin' up white boys on ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out
Catchin' keys from 'cross seas
Rollin' in MPVs, every week, we made 40 G's
Yo, ****, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now
[Chorus]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
[Verse 2]
It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world, 'cause shit is deep
A man with a dream, with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed, I went to jail at the age of fifteen
A young buck sellin' drugs and such
Who never had much, tryna get a clutch at what I could not
Court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turned I learn life was hell
Livin' in a world no different from a cell
Every day, I 'scape from Jakes givin' chase
Selling base, smokin' bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explain workin' hard, may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof
To kick the truth to the young Black youth
With shorties runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer
And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
[Chorus]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
[Chorus]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
[Chorus]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
[Chorus]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
Yeah
Written by: Clifford Smith, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods
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