(feat. Outlawz)    [Chorus 2X: 2Pac]  M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks  and you know we keep it money over bitches    [2Pac]  Thugs known to bust on sight  God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life  Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby  Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die  Boss players you wonder why  I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride  Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits  I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops  As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine  You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime  My time as shorty was full of car chases  While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's  Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew  A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through  You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert  Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches    [Chorus w/ ad libs]    [Fatal]  I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop  All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots  I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me  Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty  You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage  From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence  Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya  1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers  When I'm drinkin Cristal, start thinkin 'bout Al  Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile  Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you  I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew  This type of shit I do for a petty hobby  Fuck the world it's Fatal dog against everybody    [Chorus]    [Mopreme]  My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino  Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo  This is not for all the freaks in short skirts  This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt  Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja  Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom  Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's  My niggas crosstown got ki's  Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches  (Nigga!)    [Chorus]    [Big Syke]  I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches  The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches  I'm contribed to strive never laggin  Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin  As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck  Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck  I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin  Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven  So what can you do for me and what can I do for you  But stay true, and do the things that we do  Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring  Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings  Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time  I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind  Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches  I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches    [Chorus]    [E.D.I.]  That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken  Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin  Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless  Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles  Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler  Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya  Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks  Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops  Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches  While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches    [Chorus - 2X]    [2Pac]  That's right nigga  Money over motherfuckin bitches  M.O.B. on 'em nigga  Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes  (Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches  You need some motherfuckin money  Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight  Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools  We up out of this bitch here    [E.D.I.]  BIATCH!