DMX — Money Money Money Original

[Intro: Pop Smoke] The devil in my eyes, know what I'm saying? From the city, servin' iron, no way Nah, nah Ain't no way, no way, no way [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] Fish bowl, send shots Bend blocks, send 'em back (Yeah) Earthquakes and ceiling cracks (No way) All my niggas into that You send a shot, we send it back All facts, no cap (None) Put my hat to the back (None) A hundred thousand in the bag Look, eleven dollars an hour ain't enough to live (Nah) So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit (Yeah, yeah) They tryna lock a nigga up and I'm like, "Fuck a pig" (Fuck a pig) Cause either way, mommy gon' still love her kid (She gon' love him) I just did twenty from the city they like who is you? (Who the hell) A lotta niggas talkin' shit that they don't really do (They don't do) I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe (Yeah) I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot (Oh) My president black, bandana is blue (You know what I'm sayin'?) Diamonds hittin', got me glistenin' like I came out the pool I'm so exotic, like I came out the zoo (No) But I shot out the coupe (No) Got the scope with a clear eye view, woo My boy Swizz hit me up I'm like, "Hallelujah" (Yo Swizz) They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla Turn my blunt Medusa ('Dusa) Cooler than a cooler (Cooler) Ruger with Ruger (Ruger) A shooter with a shooter (Shooter) A 100k all in a day (Nigga, yeah) 50 for the lawyer, 50 for the safe (For the safe) Bear Heasy the renty I'm like, "Why wait?" (Yo Swizz) We the hottest in the city and the tristate Look, the Woo is 'bout to raise the crime rate (Woo) I just pulled up to your block in a i8 (i8) Strapped, and I'm ready, she want it in her belly (Yeah) Then all I gave her was a glass and some Henny Natural steak I put you on a plate And we don't do it on the net we do it face to face But if you talkin' on that net I put you on your face (On your face) Cartier's and Pierre's for a week straight (Cartier) But if you lookin' for me you know where I'm at (You know where I'm at) No more hot dogs, only steak and mash (Yeah, yeah) I got like a hundred guns in the stash (Grr) Never went to school, huh, but I always passed (Pow) [Chorus: DMX] Money, money, money (Uh), bitches, bitches, bitches (What?) All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches) A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo, c'mon) Money, money, money (Money), bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches) All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Raow) A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo) [Verse 2: DMX] When the dog get hungry, the dog gon' eat That's when I slide my plate right under a nigga feet Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street Come through like "brrap," put them cats to sleep Stay with the heat, cook niggas (Uh), shook niggas (Uh) Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas (Uh, uh) We off the hook, nigga (What up?), everybody strip (Yeah) Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip (Raow) On Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas (Uh) Make niggas rape niggas, I hate niggas (Uh) Talking that riff-raff, get back (What?) They call me "Extortion", nigga, I get half (Woo) [Chorus: DMX] Money, money, money (Money), bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches) All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches) A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (C'mon) Money, money, money (Money), bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches) All these fucking killers (C'mon), but the jail's full of snitches (What?) A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo)