"Money, Cash, Hoes" lyrics

[Jay-Z:]

Turn the lights all the way

Turn the lights all the way down

What Uhhuh Yeah

(Uhh)

Come on

Big flow

(GGRRRRRR)

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 mini-skirts and big chests

How can I not flirt with death

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

We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us

Fuck it

Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz

Y'all cant 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 how real was that nigga what



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)

Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)



Flavors robust platinum and gold touch

Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up

Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck

Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what

Us the villains, fuck your feelings

While yall playa hate we in the upper millions

Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft

Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing

More money more cash more chilling

I know they gone 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 itll be the best seller



[Chorus: 2X]



[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 go and I bet 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

Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food

And the only thing thats stoppin him is you

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

Topic include; 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 niggaz

I shed blood, for my niggaz

Let a nigga holler where my niggaz

All I'ma hear is right here my nigga



[Chorus: 2X]



Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh

Ruff Ryders

My nigga Swizz

Uhhuh uhhuh

Dont stop biatch

Uh

Uhhuh yeah

Inspect the game yo







Writer(s): Dean Kasseem, Simmons Earl, Carter Shawn C

