Dmx - Money, Cash, Hoes lyrics

[Jay-Z:] Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick f** 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**h in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with d**h That's life's a n***a, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us f** it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these n***az Y'all cant 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 n***a what [Chorus: (repeat 2X)] 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) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up n***az try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villains, f** your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin to restore the feelings f** the lord keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a f** I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world sh** 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 [Chorus: (2X)] [DMX:] D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my n***a rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap sh** Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap sh** Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something f**in wit a madman in a bad mood Its like f**in wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food And the only thing thats 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 n***az I shed blood, for my n***az Let a n***a holler where my n***az All I'ma hear is right here my n***a [Chorus: (2X)] Roc-A-Fella sh** uhhuh Ruff Ryders My n***a Swizz Uhhuh uhhuh Dont stop b*atch Uh Uhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo