Money, Cash, Hoes (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/DMX

Come on yeah come on

Yo yo j-a-y i flow sick

F**k 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

Only wife of mines is a life of crime

And since life's a b**ch

In mini-skirts and big chests

How can i not flirt with death

That's life's a ni**a long as life prevent us

We gonna send a lot and

Pray to christ forgive us

F**k it

Ice the wrists and raise the

Price on these niggaz

Y'all can't floss on my level

I'll invite you all to get wit

Us if ya ball is glitter

When i go all the harlem

Playaz wall my picture

If you get close enough

You can read the scripture

It reads money cash hoes

How real was that ni**a

What

Money cash hoes money

Cash hoes what

Money cash hoes money cash hoes uhh

Money cash hoes money cash hoes come on

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Flavors robust platinum and gold touch

Y'all rap now fast money lets slow it up

Niggaz try to stop jay-z to no luck

Roc-a-fella foreva ceo what what

Us the villains f**k your feelings

While yall 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 tryin to restore the feelings

F**k the law keep dealing

More money more cash more chilling

I know they gone criticize the

Hook on this song

Like i give a f**k i'm just a

Crook on this song

Bed-stuy brooknon 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 itll be the best seller

Dmx

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

Money cash hoes what

D-m-x and my dogs bite

Jigga my ni**a 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

Actin like we owe em something

Then we show em something

Talk greasy i think they found

Em down the road or something

F**kin wit a madman in a bad mood

It's like f**kin wit 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

Topic include choppin in two

Drop it to clue and the response

From the street

This was one dog that loves raw meat

But gettin back to just cause

I love my niggaz

I shed blood for my niggaz

Let a ni**a holler where my niggaz

All i'ma hear is right here my ni**a

Money cash hoes money cash hoes

What

Money cash hoes money cash

Hoes uhh

Money cash hoes money cash

Hoes come on

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

Roc-a-fella sh*t uhhuh

Ruff ryders

My ni**a swizz

Uhhuh uhhuh

Don't stop biatch

Uh

Uhhuh yeah

Inspect the game yo