More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix)

[Intro: Jay-Z] Turn the lights even lower! Hova Memphis Bleek Beanie Sigel (uh huh) Roc-A-Fella y'all (yeah yeah) (DMX) Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night [Verse 1: Jay-Z & DMX] To the top with my niggas Pop with my niggas Drive by in whips, rock rocks with my niggas Break day on the hottest block with my niggas Just cause I love my niggas (uh huh) Chill with the crew (uh huh) Real with the crew Four million sold, look, still with the crew Break bread with the fam 'Til I'm dead with the fam Duck cops, shake feds with the fam Flip them pies with my hustlers (uh huh) Ride for my hustlers Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlers Roll with my dunns (uh huh) Cold with the guns (uh huh) If he slow with my ones hit the floor when I come I fuck with them hoes that fuck with them clothes That's real with them shoes, keep it real with they dudes I'm sick with the flow and this is all I know More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!! [Chorus: Jay-Z & (DMX)] 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 2: 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 with 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 with petty thugs Now you got game in you Wanna be a menace and you got Caine 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: Jay-Z & (DMX)] 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 3: Beanie Sigel] Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y North West South West Southside 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 "1000 Bars" with 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: Jay-Z & (DMX)] 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) [Outro: Jay-Z] 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 yourself, too Just go head and do it! Jump off a building, 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!