C.I.A. - Jus 4 the Cash $ lyrics

[Inrto: Dr. Dre Scratching and Cutting quote below] I know you gonna dig this.... [Verse One: Ice Cube] Fly girls and fools each and every night Crowd rocking rhymes, boy, that's alright Treated like a star as you can see But just rhyming for the cash money Keep the crowd rocking for about B.G New best believe that's C-O-D s**ers like you don't make no dense Cause it's all about making those Dollars and sense Girls on my jack, when I'm up the stage Reports trying to cluck, put me on the front page C.I.A. in back of me, and cash money is all specialty Boys In The Hood keep trying to dig All girl friends think their heads is big Promoters at the show trying to run that bull' But odds got pull, get paid in full Gold easy record cause you know it's mine Clean my skiee-so with the FU sign Rapping all the time on the US Mint Plus, ring and bring Dead Presidents TV elect, just want respect Show me a cheque, I'll break your neck Hardcore, L.A. not like the past I rap just for the cash.. MONEY!! [Break: Dr. Dre + all Chanting "cash Money"] I like money, man Cash money, man Keep it all with me And I like that money with me Cash money, man.. I know you gonna dig this.... [Ice Cube] Homeboy rocked the Mic like no one else K-Dee introduce yourself, get busy boy [Verse Two: K-Dee] K-Dee in the house, Dre rocks the beats, Jinx still ill for my Posse Ice Cube writes the rhymes to close the show Me breaking freaks, making dough I was the King of teasers there on attack You turned the wax, up to the macks Girls in the place, to get me laid Rhyme Zones the ace, make sure I'm paid C.I.A. not with the dumps Get more attention from the Me Me Amp West L.A. is where I'm from, not a bum I didn't cum Get some green by the leopard blues Don't wear snickers, they'll get you around the way Think I must ill, cause I love to chill with that dollar bill Where I go I make that dough Door stop at reporter, get toss pesos Ill, L.A. not like the past I rap just for the cash.. MONEY!! [Break: Dr. Dre + all Chanting "cash Money"] I like money, man Cash money, man Keep it all easy in my fist And I like that money with me Cash money, man.. I know you gonna dig this.... [Interlude] [Ice Cube] Posse 3 [Sir Jinx] Cold rocking the microphone [Ice Cube] Posse 3 [Sir Jinx] Awwww yeah, I hold my own [Ice Cube] Posse 3 [Sir Jinx] Check it out, cause here I go [Ice Cube] Posse 3 [Sir Jinx] Cold making that dough [Ice Cube] YOU KNOW!! [Verse Three: Sir Jinx] Hip-Hop rhymes for the cash money Sometimes a DJ, sometimes an Emcee Turned to the cut, but that's alright Getting paid everyday, getting laid at night More money made, the more money spent Making more money than the US Mint Kick up the ba** if you hip to get paying Aim to get rich, if you know what I'm saying Calling me a punk, you ain't making a cent Reaching in your pocket, boy, you're snatching up lent A.O.A got the beat going, cuts and rhymes keep the cash flowing Dre is the producer, give the knowledge to him Ba** pumping so HARD leave the place in dim If Barley was rapping, you knew, he'll get ripped Cause I'm holding down L.A. like a vice grip It's money, honey, that's no mistake Keep Filas on my feet, big mack on plaque Gold on my fist, my pocket's getting fat "Why?" - it's like that, it's in my contract Hip to play if you're hipped to pay Jinx's spelling with.. a capital J d**h in L.A. not like the past I rap just for the cash.. MONEY!! [Break: Dr. Dre + all Chanting "cash Money"] I like money, man Cash money, man Keep it all easy in my fist And I like that money with me Cash money, man.. I know you gonna dig this.... (*Crowd Went Nuts*) [Outro] [Ice Cube] That was def, yeah, yeah, that was def [Sir Jinx] Yo, can we can paid in this mothaf**er.. [Dr. Dre] Rewind it, rewind it, let me hear it [Sir Jinx] Awww, is it still going?! [Dr. Dre] That's cool, that's cool