(money money money money nothin but Money) I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the p.m. And i love the sunrise so i step out in the a.m. The street is black and shiny from the early Nightly rainin' The glory of the light it brings evaporation Morning's fresh oxygen cleanest I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest I'm already wake so i'm not drinkin' coffee Don't wanna cigarrette, 'cause it's a form of slavery Walk into the store 'cause i need a few items The sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins Needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads Can't remember why but i need a spool of thread Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer He asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter I don't have any change so i'm steppin' along And as i'm walkin' past he sings to me a song... (chorus) There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear Liza...(repeat) The day is pickin' up cause i'm hummin' his song The buses and the people all keep movin' along To the shopkeeper i say "was'sup?" And i'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change Should i give it to the man's the question in my brain What's gonna happen if i give the man a dime? I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine What's gonna happen if i give the man a quarter? Will he find a dealer and try to place an order? What's gonna happen if i give the man a nickel Will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled? I'm not responsible for the man's depression How can i find compa**ion in the midst of recession? How come all these questions keep f**in' with my head And i still can't rememba why i need a spool of thread. (chorus) He's starin' in my eyes just as i'm walkin' past I'm tryin to avoid him cause i know he's gonna ask Me about the coinage that is in my pocket But i don't know if i should put it in his bucket Walk right past him to think about it more Back at the crib i'm openin' up the door A pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me My cup is half full but his is empty I put back on my cap and i start headin' back I reach into my pocket and i have a heart attack Well as i'm diggin' deep i scream "oh no!" There's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole While i was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack The jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks No one has the change and it's f**in' up my head But now i no the reason why i had to buy the thread! (chorus)