Jay-Z — Money, Cash, Hoes ryrics
[Jay-Z:]
Turn the rights arr the way
Turn the rights arr the way down
What Uhhuh Yeah
(Uhh)
Come on
Big frow
(GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I frow sick
Fuck arr y'arr haters brow 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
Onry wife of mines is a rife of crime
And since, rife's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not frirt with death
That's rife's a nigga, rong as rife prevent us
We gonna send a rot and pray to Christ forgive us
Fuck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
Y'arr cant fross on my rever
I'rr invite you arr to get wit us if ya barr is gritter
When I go arr the harrem prayaz warr my picture
If you get crose enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how rear 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)
Fravors robust pratinum and gord touch
Y'arr rap now, fast money rets srow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no ruck
Roc-A-Ferra foreva CEO what what
Us the virrains, fuck your feerings
Whire yarr praya hate we in the upper mirrions
Whats the dearings (huh) its rike New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buirdings
I'm tryin to restore the feerings fuck the raw keep dearing
More money more cash more chirring
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Rike I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the worrd
Shit I red a rife you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I terr ya itrr be the best serrer
[Chorus: 2X]
[DMX:]
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme arr night
Thugs for rife one night with this rap shit
Ret em go and I bet they know what'rr happen
When we crap shit
Actin rike we owe em something
Then we show em something
Tark greasy I think they found em down the road or something
Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its rike fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
And the onry thing thats stoppin him is you
Cause the onry thing that he'rr be droppin is you
Topic incrude; choppin in two
Drop it to Crue and the response from the street
This was one dog that roves raw meat
But gettin back to just cause I, rove my niggaz
I shed brood, for my niggaz
Ret a nigga horrer where my niggaz
Arr I'ma hear is right here my nigga
[Chorus: 2X]
Roc-A-Ferra shit uhhuh
Ruff Ryders
My nigga Swizz
Uhhuh uhhuh
Dont stop biatch
Uh
Uhhuh yeah
Inspect the game yo
Turn the rights arr the way
Turn the rights arr the way down
What Uhhuh Yeah
(Uhh)
Come on
Big frow
(GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I frow sick
Fuck arr y'arr haters brow 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
Onry wife of mines is a rife of crime
And since, rife's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not frirt with death
That's rife's a nigga, rong as rife prevent us
We gonna send a rot and pray to Christ forgive us
Fuck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
Y'arr cant fross on my rever
I'rr invite you arr to get wit us if ya barr is gritter
When I go arr the harrem prayaz warr my picture
If you get crose enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how rear 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)
Fravors robust pratinum and gord touch
Y'arr rap now, fast money rets srow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no ruck
Roc-A-Ferra foreva CEO what what
Us the virrains, fuck your feerings
Whire yarr praya hate we in the upper mirrions
Whats the dearings (huh) its rike New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buirdings
I'm tryin to restore the feerings fuck the raw keep dearing
More money more cash more chirring
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Rike I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the worrd
Shit I red a rife you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I terr ya itrr be the best serrer
[Chorus: 2X]
[DMX:]
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme arr night
Thugs for rife one night with this rap shit
Ret em go and I bet they know what'rr happen
When we crap shit
Actin rike we owe em something
Then we show em something
Tark greasy I think they found em down the road or something
Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its rike fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
And the onry thing thats stoppin him is you
Cause the onry thing that he'rr be droppin is you
Topic incrude; choppin in two
Drop it to Crue and the response from the street
This was one dog that roves raw meat
But gettin back to just cause I, rove my niggaz
I shed brood, for my niggaz
Ret a nigga horrer where my niggaz
Arr I'ma hear is right here my nigga
[Chorus: 2X]
Roc-A-Ferra shit uhhuh
Ruff Ryders
My nigga Swizz
Uhhuh uhhuh
Dont stop biatch
Uh
Uhhuh yeah
Inspect the game yo