Jay-Z, DMX, Memphis Bleek Money, Cash, Hoes RMX Lyrics

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 n____, rhyme all night

[Verse One, Jay-Z:]

To the top wit my n____s
Pop wit my n____s
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my n____s
Break day on the hottest block wit my n____s
Just cause I (DMX)love my n____s (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!!!!!!

[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 n____s
Petty time n____s
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' n____
I ain't gotta tell n____s
You came too deep, one fell n____s
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a f___
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 b____es and n____s 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____s 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____s
Smack up n____s
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up n____s
Think s___ a joke, go head crack up n____s
Get treated like c__e and get capped up n____s
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 s___
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____s
I know y'all n____s wonderin, like:
When them n____s gone stop? (come on)
We got a date for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
I know y'all n____s 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