Money Don’t Make U Rich

Lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit] Yeah, man, it's X-To-The-Z, Xzibit Strong Arm Steady's the gang, know what I'm sayin'? Klack klack! [Hook: Mitchy Slick] No, talkin' don't pay the rent And sittin' won't let you style like this But money don't make you rich But hatin' won't let you smile [Verse 1: Phil Da Agony] Yeah, the Teknology is too advanced Attach dynamite to opportunity, blow your chance Enhance the vision; Kweli, tell 'em to listen Before I probably get a hundred niggas to diss 'em Yeah, and I can't wait, sit up straight Hungry niggas eatin' your plate, compete in a race Full of rats, the homie's torso is full of tats I'ma put the rest on my back,  It's best if I–bless 'em with that Specify the facts from the fiction I gotta draw the line with the diction And I ain't whistlin' Dixie – this is Hi-Teknology wit' me You couldn't find a finer designer to tailor-fit me The beat – yeah, ya nigga Tone, Cincinnati's own Hometown favorite like the Bearcats win the zone Strong Arm keep it runnin' on like a sentence They wouldn't know the difference when I hit 'em from a distance [Hook: Mitchy Slick] No, talkin' don't pay the rent And sittin' won't let you style like this But money don't make you rich But hatin' won't let you smile [Verse 2: Mitchy Slick] Klack, conventional (Bullshit), nothin' identical The West has evolved, and Steady's at the pinnacle (Yeah, dat) Still saggin' in my crispy Dickies But my gangsta's fly, I make sho' the wrist is extra crystal-y Cock it on the side, for the next tellingest Ghetto nigga on Lambo's mailin' list Money don't make you rich But it's funny how it'll make a snow bunny suck your dick I'll have a hater in the shrubs where you park your shit And have a homie blowin' you up when he hit the fence To the Steady, Slick bring the gangsta shit Like the hankerchief, once you add on the Paisley print On the right's where I dang a lick But since I learned red and blue make green, it's Tek hits [Hook: Mitchy Slick] No, talkin' don't pay the rent And sittin' won't let you style like this But money don't make you rich But hatin' won't let you smile [Verse 3: Krondon] It's the premier kids, cast to build the pyramids A '08 Escalade's in prepaid appearances It's hard to even entertain a few, an invalid Lame in the brain, can't talk or remember shit I don't blame him – the daddy ain't around Left him lonely in the hood without good home trainin' Frustrated, pissed 'cause probation Got him pissin' in a cup without proper occupation So they – "get up, get out, and get it," like Goodie Mob Niggas must be crazy thinkin' we won't do the job Dookie-colored drop-top Saab, with the feet tall Hi-Tek beats bump from Lynn Street to Crenshaw Steady means 'Stupid, stand up – start elevatin'' Violate and come to your final destination (Oh!) Mouth pacin' – Pacific Ocean mainland chasin' Retail, we up in rotation [Hook: Mitchy Slick] No, talkin' don't pay the rent And sittin' won't let you style like this But money don't make you rich But hatin' won't let you smile No, talkin' don't pay the rent And sittin' won't let you style like this But money don't make you rich But hatin' won't let you smile