What that nigga want God?
   Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
   (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
   Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
   KnowhatI'msayin?
   (Cash Rules Everything Around Me
   C.R.E.A.M. get...)
   Yeah, check this ol fly shit out
   Word up
   (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
   (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
   (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
  
   Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
  
   I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
   Staying alive was no jive
   At second hands, moms bounced on old men
   So then we moved to Shaolin land
   A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
   Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
   And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
   And that one, pullin out gats for fun
   But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
   Started smokin woolies at sixteen
   And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
   Making my way on fire escapes
   No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
   The combination made my eyes bleed
   No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
   Sticking up white boys in ball courts
   My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
   Times is ruff and tuff like leather
   Figured out I went the wrong route
   So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
   Catchin keys from across seas
   Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
   Y onigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
   Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
  
   Chorus: Method Man
  
   Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
   C.R.E.A.M.
   Get the money
   Dollar, dollar bill y'all
  
   Verse Two: Inspector Deck
  
   It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
   Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
   I peep at the shape of the streets
   And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
   A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
   Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
   A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
   Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
   The court played me short, now I face incarceration
   Pacin -- going up state's my destination
   Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
   Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
   But as the world turns I learned life is hell
   Living in the world no different from a cell
   Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
   Smokin bones in the staircase
   Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
   I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
   But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
   Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
   Who explained working hard may help you maintain
   to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
   We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
   and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
   Leave it up to me while I be living proof
   To kick the truth to the young black youth
   But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
   And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
   Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
   That what? That life is hectic
  
   Outro:
  
   Chorus -- 4X
  
   Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
   YaknowhatI'msayin?
   Cuz we can't just get by no more
   Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
  
   Chorus -- 3X
  
   Cash Rules Everything Around Me
   C.R.E.A.M.
   get the money
   Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH