The Curse Of Money Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc - Ice Cube

Hey wassup Cube? 

Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey 

Wassup 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 nigga somethin man 

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) 

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It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it 

Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it 

Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements 

till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with 

Their fantasies of a life stress-free 

Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys 

But this bullshit 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 ass 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 

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When you hot, they think you got more than you got 

When you not, motherfuckers 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 shit like "May day, may day" 

Cos motherfuckers 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 ass kissin yes man 

Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an 

Fuck every phony ass nigga round me 

Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!) 

Got to have some gas money if you goin 

If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin? 

In '98 don't shit 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, motherfuckers callin you a flop 

I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have 

Before you sell your soul better do the math 

To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick 

Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick 

No time for drama, busters get sprayed 

Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody) 

Motherfuckers, 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 fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin?!? Tell me 

(What the fuck?) 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 

(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, motherfuckers callin you a flop 

I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have 

Before you sell your soul better do the math 

(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 

Leave your ass broke 

Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he 

I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it