[Produced by Swizz Beatz]

[Intro: Jay-Z & DMX]
Turn the lights all the—turn the lights all the way down (Yeah)
What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-huh, g'yeah (Uh)
C'mon, uh-huh, such a deep flow (Grrr…)
C'mon, yeah, c'mon, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
J-A-Y, I flow sick (Uh)
Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money, cash, hoes; money, cash, chicks (What?)
Sex, murder, and mayhem – romance for the street (Uh-huh)
Only wife of mines is a life of crime, and since
Life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chest
How can I not flirt with death?
That's life's enigma, long as life within us
We gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us – fuck it
Ice the wrist and raise the price on these n***as
Y'all can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get with us, if you ball it's glitter
When I go, on the Hall of Players wall, my picture (Uh-huh)
If you get close enough, you can read the scripture
It reads: "Money, Cash, Hoes – How real was that n***a?" (What)
[Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX]
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!)
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 (Uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon!)
Money, cash, hoes, (What?!) hoes, (What?!) hoes (What?!)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Yeah – the flavors' robust, Platinum and Gold touch
Yeah, I rap now – fast money done slowed up (Uh)
N***as 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 killing
More money, more cash, more chilling
I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song (Tah)
Like I give a fuck – I'm just a crook on a 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 (Uh!)
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 (Uh!)
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 (Ugh!)
Jigga, my n***a – rhyme all night (Ugh!)
Thugs for life–we're nice with this rap shit
Let 'em go, and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap shit (C'mon)
Acting–like we owed 'em something
Then we showed 'em something!
Talkin' greezy–I think they found 'em down the road or something? (Wooh!)
Fuckin' with a mad man–in a bad mood
Is like fucking with a mad dog that wants mad food
And the only thing that's stopping him is you (WHAT?!)
The only thing that he'll be dropping–is you (WHAT?!)
Chomping–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 n***as
I shed blood–for my n***as
Let a n***a holla, "Where my n***a'?"
All I'ma hear is, "Right here, my n***a!"
[Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX]
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What?!)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh!)
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 (Uh!)
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, pause)
My n***a Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh
Don't stop, beatch (Uh)
Uh huh, yeah
Respect the game, yo

[Interlude: Pain In Da Ass, imitating 'Goodfellas']
Okay, okay, okay...
So now the guy's working for Jay-Z
Any problems, he can go to Jay-Z
Trouble writing a song? He can go to Jay-Z
Beef with his label? With other rappers? He can call Jay-Z
But now the guy's gotta come up with Jay-Z's money every week –
No matter what!
"Ain't 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 'em the single in the stores?
Ya light a match.... ya blow the joint {*explosion*}