[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man]      What that nigga want God?   Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)   (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby   Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up   KnowhatI'msayin?   (Cash Rules Everything Around Me   C.R.E.A.M. get...)   Yeah, check this ol fly shit out   Word up   (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint   (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go   (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!      [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]      I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side   Staying alive was no jive   At second hands, moms bounced on old men   So then we moved to Shaolin land   A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose   Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot   And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one   And that one, pullin out gats for fun   But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend   Started smokin woolies at sixteen   And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes   Making my way on fire escapes   No question I would speed, for cracks and weed   The combination made my eyes bleed   No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all   Sticking up white boys in ball courts   My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater   Times is ruff and tuff like leather   Figured out I went the wrong route   So I got with a sick ass click and went all out   Catchin keys from across seas   Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's   Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine   Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now      [Chorus: Method Man]      Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me   C.R.E.A.M.   Get the money   Dollar, dollar bill y'all       [Verse Two: Inspector Deck]      It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin   Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival   I peep at the shape of the streets    And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep   A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.   Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15   A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much   Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...   The court played me short, now I face incarceration   Pacin -- going up state's my destination   Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us   Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff   But as the world turns I learned life is hell    Living in the world no different from a cell   Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base   Smokin bones in the staircase   Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess   I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed   But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?   Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth   Who explained working hard may help you maintain   to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain   We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks   and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot   Leave it up to me while I be living proof   To kick the truth to the young black youth   But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer   And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear   Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted   That what? That life is hectic      [Outro:]      [Chorus -- 4X]      Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill   YaknowhatI'msayin?   Cuz we can't just get by no more   Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down      [Chorus -- 3X]      Cash Rules Everything Around Me   C.R.E.A.M.   get the money   Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH