Released: November 9, 1998

Featuring: DMX

Songwriter: Swizz Beatz DMX JAY-Z

Producer: Swizz Beatz

[Produced by Swizz Beatz]

[Intro: Jay-Z (DMX)]
Turn the lights all the
Turn the lights all the way down
What, uh-huh yeah
(Uhh)
Come on (GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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
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 enigma, long as life's within us
We gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us
Fuck it!
Ice the wrist and raise the price on these niggas
Y'all can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get with us if your ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem playas 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: Jay-Z (DMX)]
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch
Yeah I rap now, fast money done slowed up
Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, what! (what?)
Us the villains? Fuck your feelings
While y'all playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings? (huh) It's like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm trying to restore the feelings; fuck the law, keep dealing
More money, more cash, more chilling
I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck...I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam 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, it'll be the best-seller, what!

[Chorus: Jay-Z (DMX)]
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)

[Verse 3: 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
Acting like we owe 'em something
Then we show 'em something
Talking greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or something (Wooh) Fucking with a mad man in a bad mood
Is like fucking with a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stopping him is you (WHAT!)
So the only thing that he'll be dropping is you (WHAT!)
Chopping in two (COME ON!)
Then he drop it to Clue, and the response from the street:
This is one dog that loves raw meat (woo!)
But getting back to, just 'cause I, love my niggas
I shed blood, for my niggas
Let a nigga holla, "where my niggas?"
All I'ma hear is "right here my nigga!"

[Chorus: Jay-Z (DMX)]
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uhh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!), hoes (WHAT!)

[Outro: Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella shit
Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders
Pa-pause
My nigga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh
Don't stop, beatch
Uh, uh huh, yeah
Respect the game yo

[Interlude: Pain In Da Ass]
Okay okay okay, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z
Making hot songs
But any type of trouble he gets in, he runs to Jay-Z
Trouble with the label, he calls Jay-Z
But he still has to come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what
Not selling any records, fuck you pay me
Oh you want me in your video, fuck you pay me
No one's coming to your shows huh, fuck you pay me
And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label?
You can't sell any singles in the stores?
You light a match....you blow the joint *explosion*

JAY-Z

Having sold over 100 million records worldwide, and holding the solo artist record of 14 Billboard 200 #1 albums, Shawn “JAY-Z” Carter is possibly the most talented, accomplished and respected rapper of all-time. He has released 13 studio albums and five collaborative albums over his 30-year career.

Three of his albums, Reasonable Doubt, The Blueprint, and The Black Album, are considered landmarks in the genre, with all of them featured in Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. Hov has won 21 Grammy Awards from sixty-four nominations, making him the 10th most awarded artist of all-time.

Legendary for never writing down his lyrics, JAY-Z’s flow is considered one of the greatest to grace the genre, his wordplay and metaphorical ability is unmatched, and his live shows push the envelope of what it means to be a hip hop artist. His MTV Unplugged appearance introduced the idea of having a full band (The Roots) backing up a hip hop artist at major concerts, and during his 2004 documentary Fade to Black he doubled down, selling out Madison Square Garden (in mere minutes) while featuring an enormous live band performance.