[Produced by Swizz Beatz]
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[Intro: Jay-Z & DMX]
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Turn the lights all the—turn the lights all the way down (Yeah)
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What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Uh-huh, yeah (Uh)
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Cmon, uh-huh, such a deep flow (Grrr…)
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Cmon, yeah, cmon, yo, yo
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[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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J-A-Y, I flow sick (Uh)
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Fuck all yall haters, blow dick
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I spits the game for those that throw bricks
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks (What?)
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Sex, murder and mayhem; romance for the street (Uh-huh)
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Only wife of mines is a life of crime, and since
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Lifes a bitch in mini-skirts and big chest
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How can I not flirt with death?
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Thats lifes enigma, long as life within us
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We gon sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us, fuck it
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Ice the wrist and raise the price on these niggas
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Yall cant floss on my level
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Ill invite you all to get with us if your ball is glitter
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When I go, on the hall of players, wall my picture (Uh-huh)
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If you get close enough, you can read the scripture
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It reads: “Money, cash, hoes”, how real was that nigga? (What)
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[Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX]
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Cmon)
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Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Cmon)
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Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What)
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[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
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Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch
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Yeah I rap now, fast money done slowed up
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Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
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Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, what! (what?)
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Us the villains? Fuck your feelings
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While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
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Whats the dealings? (huh) Its like New Yorks been soft
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Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
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Im trying to restore the feelings; fuck the law, keep dealing
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More money, more cash, more chilling
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I know they gon criticize the hook on this song
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Like I give a fuck…Im just a crook on this song
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Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam took on the world
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Shit, I led a life you can write a book on
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Sex, murder and mayhem, romance for the street
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Man, and I tell ya, itll be the best-seller, what!
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[Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX]
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Cmon)
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Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Cmon)
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Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What)
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[Verse 3: DMX]
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D-M-X and my dogs bite
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Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
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Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit
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Let em go and I bet they know whatll happen
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When we clap shit
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Acting like we owe em something
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Then we show em something
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Talking greasy, I think they found em down the road or something (Wooh)
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Fucking with a mad man in a bad mood
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Is like fucking with a mad dog that wants mad food
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And the only thing thats stopping him is you (WHAT!)
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So the only thing that hell be dropping is you (WHAT!)
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Chomping in two (COME ON!)
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Then he drop it to Clue, and the response from the street:
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This is one dog that loves raw meat (Woo!)
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But getting back to, just cause I, love my niggas
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I shed blood, for my niggas
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Let a nigga holla, “Where my niggas?”
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All Ima hear is, “Right here my nigga!”
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[Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX]
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Cmon)
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Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh)
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Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Cmon)
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Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What)
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[Outro: Jay-Z]
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Roc-A-Fella shit
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Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders
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Pa-pause
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My nigga Swizz
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Uh huh, uh huh
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Dont stop, beatch
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Uh, uh huh, yeah
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Respect the game yo
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[Interlude: Pain In Da Ass]
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Okay okay okay, so now the guys working for Jay-Z
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Making hot songs
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But any type of trouble he gets in, he runs to Jay-Z
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Trouble with the label, he calls Jay-Z
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But he still has to come up with Jay-Zs money every week no matter what
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Not selling any records, fuck you pay me
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Oh you want me in your video, fuck you pay me
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No ones coming to your shows huh, fuck you pay me
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And then what do you do when you cant borrow another dollar from the label?
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You cant sell any singles in the stores?
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You light a match….you blow the joint *explosion*
