What  that  nigga  want  God?
Word  up,look  out  for  the  cops （Wu-Tang  five  finger  shit）
（Cash  Rules）Word  up,two  for  fives  runnin  ova  here  baby
Word  up,two  for  fives  them  niggaz  got  garbage  down  the  way,word  up
Knawhatimean?
（Cash  Rules  Everything  Around  Me
Cash  Rules,word  up）
Yea,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 1:Raekwon  The  Chef
I  grew  up  on  the  crime  side,the  New  York  Times  side
Stayin'alive  was  no  jive  on  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  wit  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 16
And  running  up  and  gates,and  doing  hits  for  high  stakes
Makin'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
Stickin'up  white  boys  on  ball  courts
My  life  got  no  betta,same  damn 'lo  sweater
Times  is  rough  and  tough  like  leather
Figured  out  I  went  the  wrong  route
SO  I  GOT  WIT  A  SICK  ASS  CLIQUE  AND  WENT  ALL  OUT!
Catchin  keys  from  across  seas
Rollin  in  MVP's,every  week  we  made 40g's
Yo  nigga  respect  time,or  anger  the  tech-9
Ch-chick-POW,move  from  the  gate  now
Chorus:Method  Man
Cash  Rules  Everything  Around  Me
C.R.E.A.M  get  the  money
Dolla,dolla  bill  y'all
Verse 2:Inspectah  Deck
It's  been 22long,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