Jay-Z Talking:



Turn the lights even lower!

Hovah

Memphis Bleek

Beanie Seigels (uh huh)

Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)

DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night



Verse One, Jay-Z:



To the top wit my niggas

Pop wit my niggas

Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas

Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas

Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)

Chill wit the crew (uh huh)

Real wit the crew

4 million sold, look- still wit the crew

Break bread wit the fam

Till I'm dead wit the fam

Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam

Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)

Ride for my hustlas

Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas

Roll wit my duns (uh huh)

Cold wit the guns (uh huh)

If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come

I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes

That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes

I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know

More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!



Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's



More money, more cash, more hoes (what)

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)



Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:



Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek

No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat

Y'all can't do nothing with this here

For one, I pack three 9s like the year

Y'all funny money hustlas

7 gram hustlas

Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas

I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4

While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough

Petty crime niggas

Petty time niggas

Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs -acap