Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Seigel)

 [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 

 Now you got game in you 

 Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you 

 I'll put them thangs in you 

 I'm a hot lil' nigga 

 I ain't gotta tell niggas 

 You came too deep, one fell niggas 

 I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck 

 Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what 

 

 [Chorus 2x's] 

 

 [Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:]

 

 Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y 

 North west south west south side 

 Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly 

 B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die 

 Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week 

 Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats 

 The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets 

 I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek 

 Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat 

 6 hammers even though we only 3 deep 

 We clap up niggas 

 Smack up niggas 

 Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas 

 Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas 

 Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas 

 The only thing funny 

 Is y'all never seen big face money 

 Till them big face 20s 

 

 [Chorus 2x's]

 

 [Jay-Z Talking: ]

 

 Roc-a-fella shit 

 1999 (uh huh) 

 You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other 

 Get down or lay down Ya heard! 

 No publishin' for niggas 

 I know y'all niggas wonderin, like: 

 When them niggas gone stop? (come on) 

 We got a date for you- 

 February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha) 

 I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too 

 Just go head and do it! 

 Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists! 

 Just do it! 

 The world'll be a better place (haha) 

 Roc-a-fella 

 Beanie Seigel

 Memphis Bleek 

 Hovah Hovah 

 Ya heard me!