Dmx Money Cash Hoes Lyrics

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

Fuck 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 bitch in mini-skirts and big chests

How can I
not flirt with death

That’s life’s a nigga, long as life prevent
us

We gonna send a lot and pray to christ forgive us

Fuck it

Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz

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 nigga 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

Niggaz try to stop jay-z to no
luck

Roc-a-fella foreva ceo what what

Us the villains, fuck your
feelings

While y’all playa hate we in the upper millions

Whats
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 fuck the lord keep dealing

More money more cash more chilling

I know they gone criticize the hook on this song

Like I give a fuck
I’m just a crook on this song

Bed-stuy brooknon took on the world

Shit 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 nigga rhyme all night

Thugs for life one night with
this rap shit

Let em go and I bet they know what’ll happen

When
we clap shit

Actin like we owe em something

Then we show em
something

Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something

Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood

Its like fuckin 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
niggaz

I shed blood, for my niggaz

Let a nigga holler where my
niggaz

All i’ma hear is right here my nigga



[chorus:
(2x)]

Roc-a-fella shit uhhuh

Ruff ryders

My nigga swizz

Uhhuh uhhuh

Dont stop biatch

Uh

Uhhuh yeah

Inspect
the game yo