[Verse 1:]
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.
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 enigma, long as life's within us,
We gonna sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us,
Fuck it!
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these n**gas,
Y'all can't floss on my level!
I'll invite you all to get with us if your ball is glitter,
When I go all the Harlem playas wall my picture,
If you get close enough, you can read the scripture,
It reads, “money, cash, hoes”. How real was that, n**ga?
[Hook:]
Money, cash, hoes. Money, cash, hoes. [x8]
[Verse 2:]
Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch,
Yeah, I rap now, fast money, dun slowed up.
N**gas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck,
Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, wha? What!
Us the villains? Fuck your feelings!
While y'all player hate we in the upper millions.
Whats the dealings? It's 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 dealin'!
More money, more cash, more chillin',
I know they gonna criticize the hook on this song,
Like I give a fuck... I'm just a crook on this 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 bestseller.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: DMX]
D-M-X and my dogs bite,
Jigga, my n**ga, 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,
Talkin' greasy, I think they found ‘em down the road or something.
Fuckin' with a madman in a bad mood
Is like fuckin' with a mad dog that wasn't fed food.
And the only thing that's stoppin' him is you,
‘Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you,
Topics include choppin' in two.
And the response from the street,
“This was one dog that loves raw meat!”
Just ‘cause I love my n**gas,
I shed blood for my n**gas.
Let a n**ga holler, “Where my n**gas?”
All Imma hear is, “Right here, my n**ga!”
