Jay-z More Money More Cash More Hoes (remix) Lyrics

More Money More Cash More Hoes (remix) Lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Seigel)


[Jay-Z Talking:]



Turn the lights even lower! 

Hovah 

Memphis Bleek 

Beanie Seigels (uh huh) 

Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah) 

DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night 



[Verse One, Jay-Z:]



To the top wit my niggas 

Pop wit my niggas 

Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas 

Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas 

Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh) 

Chill wit the crew (uh huh) 

Real wit the crew 

4 million sold, look- still wit the crew 

Break bread wit the fam 

Till I'm dead wit the fam 

Duck cops.  Shake feds wit the fam 

Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh) 

Ride for my hustlas 

Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas 

Roll wit my duns (uh huh) 

Cold wit the guns (uh huh) 

If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come 

I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes 

That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes 

I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know

More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!



[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's] 



More money, more cash, more hoes (what) 

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh) 

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on) 

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what) 



[Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:]



Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S  Bleek 

No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat 

Y'all can't do nothing with this here 

For one, I pack three 9s like the year 

Y'all funny money hustlas 

7 gram hustlas 

Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas 

I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4 

While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough 

Petty crime niggas 

Petty time niggas 

Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs 

Now you got game in you 

Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you 

I'll put them thangs in you 

I'm a hot lil' nigga 

I ain't gotta tell niggas 

You came too deep, one fell niggas 

I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck 

Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what 



[Chorus 2x's] 



[Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:]



Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y 

North west south west south side 

Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly 

B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die 

Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week 

Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats 

The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets 

I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek 

Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat 

6 hammers even though we only 3 deep 

We clap up niggas 

Smack up niggas 

Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas 

Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas 

Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas 

The only thing funny 

Is y'all never seen big face money 

Till them big face 20s 



[Chorus 2x's]



[Jay-Z Talking: ]



Roc-a-fella shit 

1999 (uh huh) 

You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other 

Get down or lay down Ya heard! 

No publishin' for niggas 

I know y'all niggas wonderin, like: 

When them niggas gone stop? (come on) 

We got a date for you- 

February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha) 

I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too 

Just go head and do it! 

Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists! 

Just do it! 

The world'll be a better place (haha) 

Roc-a-fella 

Beanie Seigel

Memphis Bleek 

Hovah Hovah 

Ya heard me!