N.O. Joe - The Curse of Money lyrics

[Intro - Sleep] Hey wa**up Cube? Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey Wa**up man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse) Y'know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man (The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse) Check this out, you owe a n***a somethin man [Ice Cube] Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching) Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it Buy a new pair of drawers and motherf**ers spot it n***as plotted, to have me knotted up in basements Till these co*ks**ers see what they're faced with Their fantasies of a life stress-free Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys But this bullsh** is so thick, it's like mountains Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles Soon they realise, I don't invest in hoes Sometimes it's like hell on earth When everybody tryin to get your a** for all your worth It's the curse (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math When you hot, they think you got more than you got When you not, motherf**ers callin you a flop I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math I start to scream sh** like "May day, may day" Cos motherf**ers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day And like I said, it's the curse of money They start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha) See this a** kissin yes man Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an f** every phony a** n***a round me Stick a shaft up your a** like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!) Got to have some gas money if you goin If not who you f**in? Who you flowin? Who you owin? In '98 don't sh** come free Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh wee When you hot, they think you got more than you got When you not, motherf**ers callin you a flop I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math [Mack 10] To relax I smoke a stick, the sh** make me sick Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick No time for drama, busters get sprayed b**hes wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody) Motherf**ers, sweat me like a spy They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen What the f** was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me (What the f**?) how can I remain a man of seven figures When I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching) Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend It's the curse [Ice Cube] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [aha] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [1 million, 2 million] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [3 million] (The curse, the curse) Do the math When you hot, they think you got more than you got [Yeah they do] When you not, motherf**ers callin you a flop [Motherf**ers] I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math [Better do it] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [Get the f** outta here] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [With dollar signs in your eyes] (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby [Ha ha, sheeit] (The curse, the curse) Do the math [Outro - Ice Cube] Leave your a** broke Rabbit ears, n***a for pockets, haha he I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it