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JAY-Z

"Money, Cash, Hoes"

[Produced by Swizz Beatz]

[Intro: Jay-Z (DMX)]
Turn the lights all the
Turn the lights all the way down
What, uh-huh yeah
(Uhh)
Come on (GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yo, yo
J-A-Y, I flow sick
f*ck all y'all haters, blow di*k
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 b*tch 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 gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us
f*ck it!
Ice the wrist and raise the price on these n*ggas
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*gga? What!

[Chorus: Jay-Z (DMX)]
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
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 (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch
Yeah I rap now, fast money done slowed up
n*ggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, what! (what?)
Us the villains? f*ck 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; f*ck the law, keep dealing
More money, more cash, more chilling
I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a f*ck...I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam took on the world
sh*t, 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 (uhh!)
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 (uhh!)
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
Jigga, my n*gga, rhyme all night
Thugs for life, one night with this rap sh*t
Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap sh*t
Acting like we owe 'em something
Then we show 'em something
Talking greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or something (Wooh) f*cking with a mad man in a bad mood
Is like f*cking with a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stopping him is you (WHAT!)
So the only thing that he'll be dropping is you (WHAT!)
Chopping 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 n*ggas
I shed blood, for my n*ggas
Let a n*gga holla, "where my n*ggas?"
All I'ma hear is "right here my n*gga!"

[Chorus: Jay-Z (DMX)]
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
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 (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)

[Outro: Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella sh*t
Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders
Pa-pause
My n*gga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh
Don't stop, beatch
Uh, uh huh, yeah
Respect the game yo

[Interlude: Pain In Da Ass]
Okay okay okay, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z
Making hot songs
But any type of trouble he gets in, he runs to Jay-Z
Trouble with the label, he calls Jay-Z
But he still has to come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what
Not selling any records, f*ck you pay me
Oh you want me in your video, f*ck you pay me
No one's coming to your shows huh, f*ck you pay me
And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label?
You can't sell any singles in the stores?
You light a match....you blow the joint *explosion*

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