Money, Cash, Hoes Lyrics - Dmx

Turn the lights all the way 

Turn the lights all the way down 

What, what 

Come on, big flow 

Come on, 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 

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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? 

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Flavors robust platinum and gold touch 

Y'all rap now, fast money let's 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 y'all playa hate we in the upper millions 

What's the dealings it's like New York's been soft 

Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings 

I'm tryin' to restore the feelings fuck the law 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 till be the best seller 

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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 

It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food 

And the only thing that's 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 

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Roc-A-Fella shit uhh-uh 

Ruff Ryders 

My nigga Swizz 

Uhh-uh uhh-uh 

Dont stop biatch 

Uh, uh-huh yeah 

Inspect the game yo