[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: x2]      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: x2]      [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: x2]   Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh   Ruff Ryders   My nigga Swizz   Uhhuh uhhuh   Dont stop biatch   Uh   Uhhuh yeah   Inspect the game yo