[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man]What that nigga want GodWord
up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)(Cash Rules)
Word up, two for fives over here babyWord up, two for fives them
niggaz got garbage down the way, word upKnowhatI'msayin(Cash
Rules Everything Around MeC.R.E.A.M. get...)Yeah, check this ol
fly shit outWord 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
sideStaying alive was no jiveAt second hands, moms bounced on old
menSo then we moved to Shaolin landA young youth, yo rockin the
gold tooth, 'Lo gooseOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug
lootAnd let's start it like this son, rollin with this
oneAnd that one, pullin out gats for funBut it was just a dream
for the teen, who was a fiendStarted smokin woolies at
sixteenAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high
stakesMaking my way on fire escapesNo question I would speed,
for cracks and weedThe combination made my eyes bleedNo question
I would flow off, and try to get the dough allSticking up white
boys in ball courtsMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo
sweaterTimes is ruff and tuff like leatherFigured out I went the
wrong routeSo I got with a sick ass click and went all outCatchin
keys from across seasRollin in MPV's, every week we made
forty G'sYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech
nineCh-chick-POW! Move from the gate now[Chorus: Method
Man]Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, MeC.R.E.A.M.Get the
moneyDollar, dollar bill y'all [Verse Two: Inspector
Deck]It's been twenty-two long hard years of still
strugglinSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrivalI
peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of
the world cause shit is deepA man with a dream with plans to
make C.R.E.A.M.Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15A
young buck sellin drugs and such who never had muchTrying to get
a clutch at what I could not... could not...The court played me
short, now I face incarcerationPacin -- going up state's my
destinationHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of usLife as a
shorty shouldn't be so ruffBut as the world turns I learned
life is hell Living in the world no different from a cellEveryday
I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin baseSmokin bones in the
staircaseThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sessI
guess that's the time when I'm not depressedBut
I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worthReady to
give up so I seek the Old EarthWho explained working hard may
help you maintainto learn to overcome the heartaches and painWe
got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocksand stray shots,
all on the block that stays hotLeave it up to me while I be
living proofTo kick the truth to the young black youthBut
shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beerAnd
ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his
earNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be acceptedThat what
That life is hectic[Outro:][Chorus -- 4X]Niggas gots to do what
they gotta do, to get a billYaknowhatI'msayinCuz we
can't just get by no moreWord up, we gotta get over,
straight up and down[Chorus -- 3X]Cash Rules Everything Around
MeC.R.E.A.M.get the moneyDolla dolla bill
y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH