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 sin 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: (repeat 2X). 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 law 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: (2X). 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: (2X). Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh. Ruff Ryders. My nigga Swizz. Uhhuh uhhuh. Dont stop biatch. Uh. Uhhuh yeah.