More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix)(feat. Memphis Bleek Lyrics by Jay-z

More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix)(feat. Memphis Bleek

[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!