Busta Rhymes — Wheres My Money

[Intro] Motherfucker, where Where my fucking money, money, money? Bitch, where my fucking money? Ayo, Green, I feel like I'm turning green too From Bill Bixby to some Incredible Hulk shit I don't even know why you give me shit like this to spit to I'm sure we speak the same language Fuck you bitches, pay me [Verse 1] Wait a minute, came to go get it, ranger fitted Whenever it come to paper, better know I'm major with it Make it rain a major blizzard, leather alligator lizard I Talledega race any challenger; name a digit! Even if on the slightest, you take a smidget Or dare touch my revenue, I'll slice you with the razor, quit it! Icy till I make it frigid, burr The laws of physics says it's getting cold My money taller than a hall of midgets I get up all up in it, kicking down the door, who is it? Bitch, I be the crew of bill collectors, pay them all a visit After cleaning bank accounts you questioned If I gave a shit, if not I tell the truth So you could tell 'em that the player did it It's OK, I say a prayer, it's the mayor bitch slayer Giving you another layer of the data trick [Bridge] Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punch lines Funny how I fuck dimes Bitch, you know I want mine Where my fucking money? [Hook] I ain't speaking foreign, you know what I'm sayin' Better have my bread, nigga, I ain't playin' Bitch, where my fucking money? Mark every word spoken Reddish so you're pussy if you think I'm jokin' Motherfucker, where my fucking money? Think I still ain't crazy ‘cause I cut my dreads And if you short my cake, I'm off side of your head Bitch, where my fucking money? [Verse 2] Critical, it's pitiful, I'm cynical How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper Topsy-tervy controversy, I'm so thirsty, got no mercy For some of these bitches, I collect my money now and later Keep it moving with the clique While making bitches hit the strip Cake up everyday I wake, I rate the way my money flip I want it's mine, borderline, call it crime All the shine I'm taking it, ain't no mistaking it Nigga, what's yours is mine No need to second guess it, check it, I'm the gloss and grind The gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss, all intertwined Because I profit from your losses You don't want it, you should get it In the hood with your money, I extended my line of credit The medic, doctor rhymes that put you on a diuretic Shrinking up a nigga pockets, simple niggas style pathetic [Bridge] Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punch lines Funny how I fuck dimes Bitch, you know I want mine Where my fucking money? [Hook] I ain't speaking foreign, you know what I'm sayin' Better have my bread, nigga, I ain't playin' Bitch, where my fucking money? Mark every word spoken Reddish so you're pussy if you think I'm jokin' Motherfucker, where my fucking money? Think I still ain't crazy ‘cause I cut my dreads And if you short my cake, I'm off side of your head Bitch, where my fucking money?