Intro: [An interview with Xzibit]   [I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?   All the money that you guys are talkin' about?    Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?   Or the leather sized stuff?   [X] I think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the    artform and the money is like on a equal level.    You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine   line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists    that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop   underground people that, that, that is looking for that   you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that   that you can go up and doin' it      Verse 1: [Xzibit]   Xzibit keep it on deck   Live, vinyl, CD or cassette   Whatever you select   I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque   See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck   To represent the heat that I repeat   Now you can take the highs out of the beat   But never take the rucked out of the rhyme   Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional   Your whole style is promotional   A dead giveaway to me is just another business day   Xzibit here to stay   My life, a tribute to the A.K,    you wanna play   A situation only one man can walk away from   The same way he came   When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename   So why do I say fuck the fame   Because it come and go   The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo   I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos   Niggas make ya money   But let the money make you      Hook: [King T] x2   We make, make money, money   Take's money to survive   The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive   Cause it's all about the C-notes   Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too   Don't let the money make you      Verse 2: [Soopafly]   It's Soopafly,    comin' with that gangsta shit   That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with   The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get   Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit   I Stomp down your whole compound   Takin' all the shots   Device from the few I'm rise   Let the others drop   I elevate    Who drop when a dime never got me straight   I'm still goin' for broke   I push you to the stroke   And one man loc and say high   Smokin' to keep an open, mind   Focus on military time provokin'    The G in me, nigga   (?) when he tried to step the Soopafly   AZ you are shit   Now gettin' down with the Pound   Now who can shake it till it break ground   Many motherfuckers are greedy   There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business   When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick    (Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)   Fuck type shit   Make ya step back   Soopafly, hit like crack   Life is a jet   Maintainin' the top figures deliver   The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the river   Now, whether if a nigga step up    Be prepared to kick your rap up   Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga      Hook: [King T] x2      Verse 3: [Xzibit]   So when I die,    bury me upside-down   So the whole world can kiss my ass   Live fast   Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight   So I catch you (?)   Xzibit comin' down like a saint   So prepare for the judgement day   Be careful what the fuck you say   Rhyme these parts   Amadeus and Mozart,   the love for the arts and crash   Paragraphs to bust niggas in half   That's what I fuck with   (?) time to get my duck sit   Miss me if you try to make a buck with   I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck   Black cash every black trash   Never relax, never get attached to anything   That's not gonna hand so life   I come back like Christ   Pacific natural ice   With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done   Might live by the gun,    but keep livin' through my livin' son      Hook: [King T] x4      Outro:    [King T]   We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money (x4)   We take money, take money, take money, money, money (x4)   [Soopafly]   Don't let this money make you