Money Talks

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] T'was the night before twistmas and all through the house We had guns and money around Layin' on the couch We was dressed in black too This time Mm-hm, c'mon [Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz] Everybody want me, I created thieves Why, I'm almost as important as the air you breathe I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me Stick with me, kid, have you livin' in luxury I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from Feds I've been through Customs, borders I've been handled by authorities Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me I've been saved, I've been buried alive Say my name enough and any nigga testify Who you think made that ho sell her ass that time? All by myself, I created black on black crime I'm America's most, I'm tatted up with Ghost Even my hand got big, from net to gross I'm emotionless, yet I breed jealousy and envy People kill for me or die to defend me But in the end, am I really worth it, son? Rich people make me work for them and poor people work for me Who am I? Nigga, I'm money Who am I? Nigga, I'm money [Chorus: Raekwon] See the gun wound, went down for you Who ran up in the house, duke? Caught one from here, and for who? When niggas was ready to murder me You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch Lookin' ill, and it's irkin' me (For who?) I got stabbed for you, yo, shot up the ave for you Just stopped blowin' the cabs for you (For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you Holdin' them garbage bags for you Ill, blowing them hags for you [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] I'm the root to evil, I don't grow on trees I'm called by different names – chips, scrilla, cream And I'm always green, whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!) Gettin' ya hands on me is the American Dream I'm more powerful than God, amazingly 'Cause when you pray to God, nigga, you pray for me I've been exchanged hand to hand, with heavy weapontry This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me Up in the dice games, niggas stepped on me Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me I enslaved populations, and controlled masses I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic Even credit, I.O.U You work for me, nigga, I own you If you are smart, you make me work for you All your life you try and get me, and it's hurtin' you [Chorus: Raekwon] See the gun wound, went down for you Who ran up in the house, duke? Caught one from here and for who? When niggas was ready to murder me You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch Lookin' ill, and it's irkin' me (For who?) I got stabbed for you Yo, shot up the ave for you Just stopped blowin' the cabs for you (For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you Holdin' them garbage bags for you Ill, blowing them hags for you [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] If you had a million of me, what would you do with me, yo? Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show? Or would you invest in me then watch me grow? Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'? I done seen things I wish I hadn't seen I came between loved ones and families A nigga kill his own man to get his hands on me Got secret ensciptions, examine me Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be Insured 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C I'm more Notorious than the B.I.G I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me? [Chorus: Raekwon] See the gun wound, went down for you Who ran up in the house, duke Caught one from here and for who? When niggas was ready to murder me You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch Lookin' ill, and it's irkin' me (For who?) I got stabbed for you Yo, shot up the ave for you Just stopped blowin' the cabs for you (For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you Holdin' them garbage bags for you Ill, blowin them hags for you See the gun wound, went down for you Who ran up in the house, duke Caught one from here and for who? When niggas was ready to murder me You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch Lookin' ill, and it's irkin' me (For who?) I got stabbed for you Yo, shot up the ave for you Just stopped blowin' the cabs for you (For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you Holdin' them garbage bags for you Ill, blowing them hags for you [Interlude] [?]