Money Talks - Sticky Fingaz, Raekwon

Twas the night before twistmas

And all through the house

We had guns and money around

Layin’on the couch

Was dressed with black jewelry this time

Mmmmmm, c’mon

Everybody want me, I created thieves

Why I’m almost as important as the air you breathe

I been through hard times, when it wasn’t enough for me Stick a weak kid’ll have you livin’in luxury

I’m the reason niggas sellin’drugs to fiends

I’m the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean

I’m the reason some parents gotta bury they kids

And I’m the reason why your cousin on the run from feds

I’ve been through customs, borders

I’ve been handled by authorities

Drove people crazy when they couldn’t see more of me

I’ve been saved, I’ve been buried alive

Say my name enough and any nigga testify

Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time

All by myself, I created black on black crime

I’m America’s most, I’m tadded up with Ghostt

Even my hand got big, from net to gross

I’m emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy

People kill for me or die to defend me But in the end am I really worth the sun

Rich people make me work for them

And poor people work for me Who am I?

Nigga I’m money

Who am I?

Nigga I’m money

See the gun wound, went down for you

Who ran up in the house, duke

Caught one from he and for who

When niggas was ready to murder me You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch

Lookin’ill, and it’s lurkin’me (for who?)

I got stabbed for you

Yo, shot up the ass for you

Should stop blowin’the cabs for you (for who?)

Chill, some niggas called crabs for you

Holdin’them garbage bags for you

Ill, blowin them hags for you

I resort to evil, I don’t grow on trees

I’m called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream

And I’m always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)

Gettin’ya hands on me is the American dream

I’m more powerful than God, or Razale

Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me

I’m an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry

This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me Bet on me, couldn’t pay, bled on me

I enslaved populations, and controled masses

I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic

Even credit, I owe you

You work for me nigga, I own you

If you are smart, you make me work for you

All ya life you try and get me and it’s hurtin’you

If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?

Would you blow me in a month and have nothin’to show

Or would you invest in me and watch me grow

Take me to the streets and flip me from, do’to sto’to do'

I underseen things I wish I hadn’t seen

I came between loved ones and families

A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me Got secret ensciptions, examine me Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.

I’m more notorious than the B.I.G.

I’m so money, who don’t wanna be like me