Method Man - Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move But the Money) lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Shake them n***as [Raekwon] Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend sacrifice her fam shift them n***as To Queens Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone A Wally kingpin who also slam the strike edition What up? Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me What up? He tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transporting for him Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird, piping that Switchin Benzes, ten carat n***a with gold lenses Fronting like he's sitting on a lump, he's sitting on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the Century Fox, little Glocks Them n***as with stocks, ______ blocks Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child But right now, Sun it still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, f**ing grab the nickel plate 'Spenser: For Hire', tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Isuzu Beige Top will blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot [Method Man] I remember sticking fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starving, ducking five-oh, paying 'em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warring and cage dodging, ripping and robbing Got the NARC sabotaging, slipping cracks in Your camoflouging, now you snitching on the squadron That's something n***as can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a k**a bee, kicking the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high, you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy n***a, ragtime Keep these n***as on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from [Hook: Method Man & La the Darkman] Catch us swimming with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you n***as feeling) We feel the same way you feeling, let it be known (let it be known) What the blood clot you n***as dealing, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nothing move but the money [Ghostface k**ah] Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer '88, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid p**y up in Marcy Blazing that Ted Rossi up in The Marquees He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, a** no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid crying on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style Before he left he flashing his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, underwall balling his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His shape-up was all f**ed up, as he had me laughing God you see how he was laid out in the gra** With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leaking from his teeth he smiled like he gummed out Big bolo, stacking his sh**, financed a Volvo He copped his sh** from a small coffee shop in SoHo He still p**y, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posing like he rapping out...