Verse 1:
Yo Yo J-A-Y- I flow sick
Fuck all ya'll haters, blow dick
I spits the game
Those that throw bricks
Money, cash, hoes
Money, cash, sticks what
Sex, murder, and mayhem
Romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since lifes a bitch it may be skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's a nick long as life prevent us
We gone send a lot of pretty price for Guiness
Fuck it
Ice the rest and raise the price on these niggas
Ya'll 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 playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash, hoes
I heard it was that nigga what
Chorus:
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
Money, cash, hoes, hoes, hoes
(repeat)
Verse 2:
Flavors robust
Platinum and gold touch
Ya'll rap now
Fat money
Lets slow it up
Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what, what
Us the villain, fuck your feelings
While ya'll playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings
It's like we all have been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and brushed the building
I'm tryin to restore the feelings
Fuck the Lord, 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 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 tell ya it'll be the best seller
Chorus
DMX:
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my nigga
Rhyme all night
Thugs for life
One night with this rap shit
Let 'em know
When I rip, they know what'll happen
When we clap shit
Actin' like we owe 'em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy
I think they found 'em down the road or something
Fuckin' wit a madman in a bad mood
It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing thats stoppin' him is you
'Cause the only thing that he'll be choppin' is you
Topic include
Droppin' a 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 on my niggas
Let a nigga holler
Where my niggas
All I'ma hear is, "Right here, my nigga!"
Chorus