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Song title: Jay-Z - More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (remix) (feat. Beanie Siegel, Memphis Bleek & Dmx)

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[Jay-Z Talking:]

Turn the lights even lower!
 Hovah
 Memphis Bleek
 Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
 Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
 DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

[Verse One, Jay-Z:]

To the top wit my niggas
 Pop wit my niggas
 Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
 Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
 Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)
 Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
 Real wit the crew
 4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
 Break bread wit the fam
 Till I'm dead wit the fam
 Duck cops.Shake feds wit the fam
 Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
 Ride for my hustlas
 Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
 Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
 Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
 If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
 I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
 That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes
 I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
 More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!

[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's]

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 Two, Memphis Bleek:]

Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-SBleek
 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 wit 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 wit petty thugs
 Now you got game in you
 Wanna be a menace and you got Kane 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 2x's]

[Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:]

Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
 North west south west south side
 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 a thousand bars wit 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 2x's]

[Jay-Z Talking: ]

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 yaself, too
 Just go head and do it!
 Jump off a buildin, 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!