[Hook x2]
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[Verse 1: Large Professor]
Listen — you get upset
When you hear the Large Professor on your girl's cassette, deck
Expect, nothin' comin' soft, 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows
I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
Now how's that for a fixin'?
You'd better rather go to Roy's, 'cause I ain't kickin' science fiction
I kick a size 9 sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute
The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat
Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
I collect props and crops like spinach
I'm vintage, your single sums up to a 10-inch
My soul brothers Van Paul and Pete Rock
Keep the funk flowin' until the last beat stops
The soul man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher
Probably, have you leavin' in leather, I catch a body
From wreckin' slum rappers, but to be frank
I don't give a [fuck], I got money in the bank

[Hook x3]
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]
This is the stage of triple-X
When you're sittin' by your radio, screamin', "Freddie Foxxx goes next!"
Those beholdin' the words of a master
Find mental disaster, as I kick it faster
Whoever opposes me, and what I feel
Might find their legs bein' replaced by steel
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
So there won't be a lot of suckas left!
I grab the mic, and I load it like a long .45th
Huh! And dare ya to riff
Or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees
Have you curled up in a corner like a dog, with hoof and mouth disease
Spittin' razor blades, cuttin' veins you can't stitch
I got you screamin' like a [bitch]
I took your microphone, you can't get it back because your rap was wack
I'm comin' fifty strong in an armored tank
And takin' money to the bank

[Hook]
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you ro- rolled.."
[Verse 3: Kool G. Rap]
Kool G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it
To my opponents — let me just demonstrate for a moment
Crooks gettin' hooked to my book, just like an addiction
Stop your diction, you droppin' science fiction
Let's get specific, you can't get with it
I'm too terrific and scientific
Forget it, don't even try to live it
You're not ready to make hits
You still got a learner's permit
Poppin' that [shit], you better sit
Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn
You're missin a turn, so you better get concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckas I be settin' up
Button up, while I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up
I don't link up, with suckas with raps that shrank
Thanks, sonny, I'm takin' money to the bank

[Hook x3]
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[Verse 4: Ant Live & (Kool G Rap)]
One in the chamber, eight in the clip
Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip!
It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get liver
With G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors
MC's wanna try me, but can't escape my clutch
Too much, caught in the ropes like double dutch
You wanna run up? You better run up light
'Cause like a whorehouse shippin' out [pussy] tonight
Believe me, I ain't goin' out like a brick parachute
Or a fruit, or a guy that wears Brut
Cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me alone
I'm about to set fire to the microphone
And leave the mic so hot, you need potholders for this
Due to burnt wires, it's cordless
(Yo, Ant Live! Make suckas walk off the plank)
Not now, I'm takin' money to the bank
[Outro x6]
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"