Jay-z F- 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 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 fuck the law 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