Lyrics

[Produced by Swizz Beatz] [Intro: Jay-Z & DMX] Turn the lights all the—turn the lights all the way down (Yeah) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh-huh, g'yeah (Uh) C'mon, uh-huh, such a deep flow (Grrr…) C'mon, yeah, c'mon, yo, yo [Verse 1: Jay-Z] J-A-Y, I flow sick (Uh) 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 (Uh-huh) Only wife of mines is a life of crime, and since Life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chest How can I not flirt with death? That's life's enigma, long as life within us We gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us – fuck it Ice the wrist and raise the price on these niggas Y'all can't floss on my level I'll invite you all to get with us, if you ball it's glitter When I go, on the Hall of Players wall, my picture (Uh-huh) If you get close enough, you can read the scripture It reads: "Money, Cash, Hoes – How real was that nigga?" (What) [Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX] Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon!) Money, cash, hoes, (What?!) hoes, (What?!) hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon!) Money, cash, hoes, (What?!) hoes, (What?!) hoes (What?!) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Yeah – the flavors' robust, Platinum and Gold touch Yeah, I rap now – fast money done slowed up (Uh) Niggas try to stop Jay-Z, to no luck Roc-A-Fella forever, – CEO, what! (What?) Us the villains? Fuck your feelings While y'all playa hate, we in the upper millions What's the dealings? (Huh!) It's like New York's been soft, ever since– Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm trying to restore the feelings; fuck the law, keep killing More money, more cash, more chilling I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song (Tah) Like I give a fuck – I'm just a crook on a song Bed-Stuy, Brook-Nam–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, what! [Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX] Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon!) Money, cash, hoes, (What?!) hoes, (What?!) hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon!) Money, cash, hoes, (What?!) hoes, (What?!) hoes (What?!) [Verse 3: DMX] D–M–X, and my dogs bite (Ugh!) Jigga, my nigga – rhyme all night (Ugh!) Thugs for life–we're nice with this rap shit Let 'em go, and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit (C'mon) Acting–like we owed 'em something Then we showed 'em something! Talkin' greezy–I think they found 'em down the road or something? (Wooh!) Fuckin' with a mad man–in a bad mood Is like fucking with a mad dog that wants mad food And the only thing that's stopping him is you (WHAT?!) The only thing that he'll be dropping–is you (WHAT?!) Chomping–in two (COME ON!) Then he drop it to Clue, and the response from the street: "This is one dog that loves raw meat!" (Woo!) But getting back to– just 'cause I, love my niggas I shed blood–for my niggas Let a nigga holla, "Where my nigga'?" All I'ma hear is, "Right here, my nigga!" [Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX] Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon!) Money, cash, hoes, (What?!) hoes, (What?!) hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon!) Money, cash, hoes, (What?!) hoes, (What?!) hoes (What?!) [Outro: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella shit Uh huh, uh huh, Ruff Ryders (Pa-pause, pause) My nigga Swizz Uh huh, uh huh Don't stop, beatch (Uh) Uh huh, yeah Respect the game, yo [Interlude: Pain In Da Ass, imitating 'Goodfellas'] Okay, okay, okay... So now the guy's working for Jay-Z Any problems, he can go to Jay-Z Trouble writing a song? He can go to Jay-Z Beef with his label? With other rappers? He can call Jay-Z But now the guy's gotta come up with Jay-Z's money every week – No matter what! "Ain't selling any records? Fuck you! Pay me" "Oh, you want me in your video? Fuck you! Pay me" "No one's coming to your shows, huh? Fuck you! Pay me" And then what do you do? When you can't borrow another dollar from the label? You can't sell 'em the single in the stores? Ya light a match.... ya blow the joint {*explosion*}