Dmx - More Money, More Cash, More Hoes lyrics

Turn the lights even lower! Hovah Memphis Bleek Beanie Seigels (uh huh) Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah) Jigga, my n***a, rhyme all night To the top wit my n***as Pop wit my n***as Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my n***as Break day on the hottest block wit my n***as Just cause I (DMX)love my n***as (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 f** wit them hoes that f** 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!!!!!! 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) 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) 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 n***as Petty time n***as Sold petty d** 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' n***a I ain't gotta tell n***as You came too deep, one fell n***as I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a f** Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what 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) Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y North west south west south side Spit it for them b**hes and n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as Smack up n***as Duck tape, rope, and wrap up n***as Think sh** a joke, go head crack up n***as Get treated like Coke and get capped up n***as The only thing funny Is y'all never seen big face money Till them big face 20s 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) 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) Roc-a-fella sh** 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 n***as I know y'all n***as wonderin, like: When them n***as gone stop? (come on) We got a date for you- February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha) I know y'all n***as ready to k** 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!