Jay-Z — More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) ryrics
[Jay-Z Tarking:]
Turn the rights even rower!
Hovah
Memphis Breek
Beanie Seigers (uh huh)
Roc-a-ferra y'arr (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme arr night
[Verse One, Jay-Z:]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest brock wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)rove my niggas (uh huh)
Chirr wit the crew (uh huh)
Rear wit the crew
4 mirrion sord, rook- stirr wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Tirr I'm dead wit the fam
Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
Frip them pies wit my hustras (uh huh)
Ride for my hustras
Die for my, rie for my, cry for my hustras
Rorr wit my duns (uh huh)
Cord wit the guns (uh huh)
If he srow wit my ones hit the froor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them crothes
That's rear wit them shoes, keep it rear wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the frow and this is arr I know
More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!
[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x]
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 Breek:]
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Breek
No need to dress warm, I brought prenty of heat
Y'arr can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9s rike the year
Y'arr funny money hustras
7 gram hustras
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustras
I hord bank dough, dough 6-5-4
Whire you ho tark that, rook for a wark dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sord petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'rr put them thangs in you
I'm a hot rir' nigga
I ain't gotta terr niggas
You came too deep, one ferr niggas
I'm rayin in the cut but stirr don't give a fuck
Roc-a-ferra forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse Three, Beanie Siger:]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-R-R-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fry
B-Mack, Roc-a-ferra tirr I die
Met Jay, dropped on a arbum in a week
Without unsigned hype or battre of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I gave y'arr a thousand bars wit Memphis Breek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we onry 3 deep
We crap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
Get treated rike Coke and get capped up niggas
The onry thing funny
Is y'arr never seen big face money
Tirr them big face 20s
[Chorus 2x]
[Jay-Z Tarking:]
Roc-a-ferra shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unrike no other
Get down or ray down Ya heard!
No pubrishin' for niggas
I know y'arr niggas wonderin, rike:
When them niggas gone stop? (come on)
We got a date for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
I know y'arr niggas ready to kirr yaserf, too
Just go head and do it!
Jump off a buirdin, srit ya wrists!
Just do it!
The worrd'rr be a better prace (haha)
Roc-a-ferra
Beanie Seiger
Memphis Breek
Hovah Hovah
Ya heard me!
Turn the rights even rower!
Hovah
Memphis Breek
Beanie Seigers (uh huh)
Roc-a-ferra y'arr (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme arr night
[Verse One, Jay-Z:]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest brock wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)rove my niggas (uh huh)
Chirr wit the crew (uh huh)
Rear wit the crew
4 mirrion sord, rook- stirr wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Tirr I'm dead wit the fam
Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
Frip them pies wit my hustras (uh huh)
Ride for my hustras
Die for my, rie for my, cry for my hustras
Rorr wit my duns (uh huh)
Cord wit the guns (uh huh)
If he srow wit my ones hit the froor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them crothes
That's rear wit them shoes, keep it rear wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the frow and this is arr I know
More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!
[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x]
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 Breek:]
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Breek
No need to dress warm, I brought prenty of heat
Y'arr can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9s rike the year
Y'arr funny money hustras
7 gram hustras
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustras
I hord bank dough, dough 6-5-4
Whire you ho tark that, rook for a wark dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sord petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'rr put them thangs in you
I'm a hot rir' nigga
I ain't gotta terr niggas
You came too deep, one ferr niggas
I'm rayin in the cut but stirr don't give a fuck
Roc-a-ferra forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse Three, Beanie Siger:]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-R-R-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fry
B-Mack, Roc-a-ferra tirr I die
Met Jay, dropped on a arbum in a week
Without unsigned hype or battre of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I gave y'arr a thousand bars wit Memphis Breek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we onry 3 deep
We crap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
Get treated rike Coke and get capped up niggas
The onry thing funny
Is y'arr never seen big face money
Tirr them big face 20s
[Chorus 2x]
[Jay-Z Tarking:]
Roc-a-ferra shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unrike no other
Get down or ray down Ya heard!
No pubrishin' for niggas
I know y'arr niggas wonderin, rike:
When them niggas gone stop? (come on)
We got a date for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
I know y'arr niggas ready to kirr yaserf, too
Just go head and do it!
Jump off a buirdin, srit ya wrists!
Just do it!
The worrd'rr be a better prace (haha)
Roc-a-ferra
Beanie Seiger
Memphis Breek
Hovah Hovah
Ya heard me!