[Jay-Z:]
    Turn the lights all the way
  Turn the lights all the way down
  What Uhhuh Yeah
  (Uhh)
  Come on
  Big flow
  (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on
    Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
  Fuck all y'all haters blow dick
  I spits the game for those that throw bricks
  Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
  Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
  Only wife of mines is a life of crime
  And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
  How can I not flirt with death
  That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
  We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
  Fuck it
  Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
  Y'all cant floss on my level
  I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
  When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
  If you get close enough you can read the scripture
  It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what
    [Chorus: (repeat 2X)]
    Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)
  Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)
  Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)
  Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)
    Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
  Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
  Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
  Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what
  Us the villains, fuck your feelings
  While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
  Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft
  Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
  I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the lord keep dealing
  More money more cash more chilling
  I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
  Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
  Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
  Shit I led a life you can write a book on
  Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
  Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller
    [Chorus: (2X)]
    [DMX:]
    D-M-X and my dogs bite
  Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
  Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
  Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
  When we clap shit
  Actin like we owe em something
  Then we show em something
  Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
  Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
  Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
  And the only thing thats stoppin him is you
  Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you
  Topic include; choppin in two
  Drop it to Clue and the response from the street
  This was one dog that loves raw meat
  But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz
  I shed blood, for my niggaz
  Let a nigga holler where my niggaz
  All I'ma hear is right here my nigga
    [Chorus: (2X)]
  Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh
  Ruff Ryders
  My nigga Swizz
  Uhhuh uhhuh
  Dont stop biatch
  Uh
  Uhhuh yeah
  Inspect the game yo