Pat Viala - Money, Cash, Hoes lyrics

[Produced by Swizz Beats] Turn the lights all the way down So make me flow [Verse 1] 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 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 enigma, long as life's within us We gonna sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us f** it! Ice the wrists and raise the price on these n***as 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***a? [Hook](x2) Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes(what!) Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes(uhh!) Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes(c'mon) (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!) [Verse 2] Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch Yea I rap now, fast money, dun slowed up n***as try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO, what! What? Us the villains? f** your feelings! While y'all player hate we in the upper millions What's the dealings? 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** the law, keep dealing! More money, more cash, more chilling I know they gonna criticize the hook on this song Like I give a f**...I'm just a crook on this song! Bed-Stuy Brook-nam 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, it'll be the best-seller [Hook](x2) [Verse 3 - 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 Talking greasy...I think they found em down the road or something(wooh) f**in with a madman in a bad mood Is like f**in 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(what) Choppin in two,(uhh), Droppin it to CLUE(c'mon) And the response from the street: This was one dog that loves raw meat! Just cause I, love my n***as I shed blood, for my n***as Let a n***a holler "where my n***as?" All I'mma hear is "right here my n***a!" [Hook] Rocafella sh** Pa-pause My n***as Swizz Respect the game ya'll Uh-huh-huh-uh [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, fu*k YOU PAY ME Oh you want me in your video, fu*k YOU PAY ME No one's coming to your shows huh, fu*k 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*)