MONEY (DOLLAR BILL)


(Everlast)
Dollar dollar bills
Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds
I rock the jocked up sounds
From Devenshire Downs out the Fordham Road
Up top in the boogie, I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie, never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues, I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews, like Bill Shakespeare
The fakes will disappear, the flavor in your ear
Is strong like Everclear, two hundred proofs
So put the match to the roof, and set this b**** on fire
Get rich, the empire's about to strike back
If you rock the mic wack, and that's the way it is 'cause yo it's like that

(Sadat X)
Money, money y'all
(Everlast)
It be the root of all evil
(Sadat X)
Money, money y'all
(Everlast)
It makes you popular with people

(Everlast)
I go back to the 80's like three times a lady
When it was pussy for free and crack for currency
It just occurred to me it's time for surgery
I remove MC's like tumors, the lies and the rumors
Got me thinkin' of this dub by Timex Social Club
Yo, word to my momma, I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains
And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains
All pain no gain, makes the brain insane
Life in the fast lane, the flakes, the cash gains (for real)

CHORUS X2

(Sadat X) Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all 
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
(Everlast) It takes money
(Sadat X) To get that fly ass ho
(Everlast) It takes money
(Sadat X) To see me rock a live show
(Everlast) It takes money
(Sadat X) To get that last bag of smoke
??? when that ass was broke

(Everlast)
Hey yo, I'm about to g-off just like my name was Ed-o
Black kids call me whitey, Spanish kids wetto
White kids call me the king of this b-boy thing
If it's broke then fix it, If it's wack remix it
Can't none of you MC's ever f*** with these
You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick
For the style that I'm blessin', ain't no second guessin'
Kid heed the lesson, subtraction, addition
Reward for submission, ain't no debate
Won't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
I want the stocks and bonds plus the real estate
I want the iron gates and low interest rates
Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates
A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe
When times get lean y'all know what I mean

(Sadat X) Money money y'all
(Everlast) Some be callin' it cream
(Sadat X) Money money y'all
(Everlast) Some be callin' it fame
(Sadat X) Money money y'all
(Everlast) But once I get it I'm J

CHORUS X5

(Everlast)
I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things
I want a stack of fat chips so I can take long trips
I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships
I want acres of land, I want papers in hand
I want stocks and bonds, all pros no cons
Hey if it smells funny then back it up honey
I want the money y'all, I need the money y'all...ENDS


(Sample)
Everything must change...

Ends...some people would rob their mother for the ends
Rat snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further I'm on my ends

I knew this cat named Dale who didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a PHD, an MBA
But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay
Company's down sizin', inflation's risin'
Can't find a job, he's feelin' kind of stressed
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says
Forgot to count how many times he's been blessed
So he falls off track, starts smokin' the crack
And once it hits his brain it starts a chain react
Sells the shirt off his back, the shoes off his feet
He's losin' all his teeth now he's out on the street
And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James
Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains
But he's from business school and he's nervous with the tool
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool for the ends

CHORUS

I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut
Swingin' that butt like "place your ad here"
Only rapped the Benz and rocked the fly gear
Brand name wearin', champagne wavin'
Jewels around the neck a lotta style she's cravin'
Ain't no savin', she's doin' all the spendin'
If you do the lendin' she'll do the bendin'
Straight machine vendin' that's money for tail
Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees
And then you hit her with the keys of your crib you actin' funny
Come home one day find her countin' out your money
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
If you broke she's spittin', if you're rich she might swallow for the ends

CHORUS

I knew these two homeboys that made a lot of noise
Makin' money on the block the kids was on their jock
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
DMC they was tokin' guns, holdin' weight, goin' out of state
Stackin' mad chips and pushin' phat wears
Fly jewels and clothes and got no job
And then one disappeared and one got robbed for the ends